Pull in

The car has now slowed to just a crawl as you sit and watch Lucy’s hands exploring the drivers torso. Sitting right behind him, she has somehow managed to wrap both her arms around the seat and they are in the process of wandering all over his body. His face is one of pleasurable shock as he enjoys her attentions, and glancing at her, you see that mischievous glint in her eye.

“Why don’t you pull over” you suggest, and as if in a way of encouragement, lean over from your seat and rest your hand on his thigh, the swelling at his crotch making the material of his trousers tighten slightly. He doesn’t really need any more encouragement though, and quickly he has the car pulled into a small clearing that is surrounded by trees.

You move your hand away as he reaches out to apply the hand break, and before you can return it, his own hand travels over to your side of the car and comes to rest on your thigh in the same position that yours was on his.

“Spoilt for choice now aren’t you” Lucy whispers into his ear as her hands work inside his shirt, finding a soft bed of hair covering his chest, cooing at the firmness her hands encounter, sensing the strength in this man’s body.

While Lucy is exploring his body, you shift yours, easing yourself forward in your seat, and with a little shuffle, your skirt is left behind as your legs move downwards. His hand curls around your thigh, fingers sprayed wide and slowly caressing. As your skirt reveals more of your smooth thighs, his hand eases its way higher, following the hemline upwards.

Your attention is returned to Lucy as you hear a ripping sound and before your eyes work out where it come from, the sight of a shirt button landing in your lap gives you an answer. Looking over you see his now exposed shirt, minus most of its buttons where Lucy has ripped it wide open.

As if it’s a competition between the two of you to see who can get his attention, whilst Lucy’s hands trace over his chest, you lift your hips slightly, and reaching down, give your skirt a little tug, bringing it up enough that if her were to look down he would be treated with the sight of your red thong.