Strip off

“While we are waiting for you Tom, maybe we should make use of this warm evening,” you tell him, and even as you do, you begin to pull at your top, lifting it free over your head. Tom’s eyes watch as the top clears your breasts, giving him a sight of your DD cups, clearly enjoying the view on offer.

“Tart” Lucy calls from behind you on the bonnet, still not having moved even after Tom’s cock pulled free. Ignoring her, you continue your strip, wiggling out of your tight little skirt, leaving yourself in just your thong, a thong clearly soaked from your pussy and the attention that it received not so long ago.

Before you can move to remove the last thing covering any modesty you have left, Ton steps forward, his wet cock still hanging softly between his legs, and grabs at the waist of your thong. Kneeling before you, he pulls it down, eyes staying directly in line with your pussy as it reveals its shaved skin to him.

As the thong falls to the floor with your skirt, Tom pushes you back against the cold metal of the car, and you ease yourself into a sitting position on it. Happy that you seem comfy, he proceeds to ease your knees apart, exposing your wet pussy lips to his gaze.

As you watch, he runs a hand up along your leg, bringing it close to your pussy, and you wait excitedly for his touch. You don’t have to wait long as he slides a finger across you, spreading your wetness up and down.

Beside you Lucy finally moves, turning around into a sitting position to watch as Tom’s hand works over your pussy, leaning in as he begins to slide his thumb inside your unresisting pussy, still slick from your administrations previously.

As he massages you with his thumb, he drops his free hand down to his own thighs, and looking down you watch as he begins to stroke his cock back to life.