The drive home

They exited the theater, the cool night air wrapped around them, a stark contrast to the heated passion they had just shared. The walk to the car was silent, the only sound being the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet. Once inside, Joe reached for Wendy, his fingers brushing against her thigh as he started the engine. She leaned back in her seat, her eyes locked on his, the anticipation between them palpable. Joe's hand slid higher, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties before slipping beneath the fabric. Wendy's breath hitched as his touch found her clit, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles.

Joe could tell he was doing something right as Wendy moan and tilted her head back. As Joe's fingers danced across Wendy's clit, her moans filled the confined space of the car, echoing softly against the windows. She tilted her head back, her throat exposed in the dim light, and her hands instinctively gripped the armrests, her nails digging gently into the fabric. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of their earlier passion lingering as Joe's touch grew more insistent. His eyes never left hers, watching as her pupils dilated and her lips parted, each breath a testament to the pleasure he was eliciting. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the rhythm of their desire.

Joe turned into her driveway, the tires crunched softly on the gravel, a sound that seemed to echo the building tension between them. Wendy's breath came in sharp gasps, her hips bucking against his hand as he continued to tease her clit with relentless precision. The dim glow of the dashboard lights cast shadows across her face, illuminating the flush that spread across her cheeks. Her hands gripped the armrests tightly, her nails digging into the fabric as her body tensed, on the brink of release. Then, with a sudden, sharp cry, Wendy came, her pussy squirting onto the truck seat as her body shuddered violently.

As the last shudders of her orgasm subsided, Wendy's chest heaved, her breath visible in the cool night air. Joe's hand lingered, his fingers gently tracing the contours of her now sensitive flesh, drawing soft, involuntary shivers from her. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering words of admiration and desire. The world outside seemed to hold its breath as they sat there, the only sound the distant hum of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves. Without a word, Wendy reached for the door handle, her movements slow and deliberate, signaling the unspoken understanding that the night was over.

As Wendy stepped out of the truck, the cool night air seemed to envelop her, a stark contrast to the warmth they had shared just moments before. She glanced back at Joe, his face illuminated faintly by the dashboard lights, a soft smile playing on his lips. Without a word, he nodded, a silent understanding passing between them. The gravel crunched beneath her feet as she walked towards her door, the weight of the night's events settling in with each step. She paused for a moment, looking back at him, her heart pounding softly in her chest.