by Danika Stonesoul Wolfe
"This is how car accidents happen you know..." he said
She laughed. They were both wearing seat belts, but she'd reached across the center of the seat to push the tips of her fingers against the fly of his jeans and traced the bulge under the denim. "Keep your eye on the road, Pet."
He stared ahead, both hands on the wheel. She reached for the button on his jeans, flicked it, then pressed her nail against the rivet and tugged until it popped and she used that hand to slide the zipper down... down... the blue material peeling away like a second skin.
Her nails were long, curved and strong and she tapped the enamel of one against the bulge of his briefs. He blinked and groaned. "Eyes ahead," she reminded him, before reaching through the small flap in the soft material to draw out his cock, the straining member coming to attention when she did so. She curled her long fingers over his shaft and tugged, the silken skin sliding easily against her palm and reddening, engorging. She watched him as he clenched his jaw, his lower lip trembling slightly as he strained with the effort to keep his hands on the wheel and the car straight.
It was mid day and traffic was slow. They passed an intersection and a semi truck towered in the lane to the right of them. She gave the driver a wink as he looked down from the cab. He was older and bearded yet she saw him blush, and turn to face forward, eyes ahead on traffic. She laughed, a lyric, gleeful sound and turned back to HER driver, thrusting his cock a little more firmly into her cupped palm which was now slickened with his pre-cum.
The zipper of his jeans grate against her wrist and she leaned slightly toward him to ease the tension in her arm, squeezing his shaft a little harder than necessary. He let out a breathy moan and tapped the break. "The road," she reminds him, chuckling. He nodded, but his groans continued as she worked him and his knuckles were white now on the steering wheel.
He cleared his throat and she smiled, watching his jaw twitch again. She tugged with her hand. His shaft was hard, the muscle tensed and pulsing in her hand and she brushed her thumb over the ridged tip before sliding her hand down again until it hit the thresh-hold of his jeans fabric. "Mistress..." His breathy plea was met with a low moan of her own and she licked her lip. And then he spoke again. "I don't have a change of clothes... Please, Mistress... not here."
She leaned to the side, the seatbelt cutting into her left breast and pushed down harder, slicking her hand and pressing upwards again, her hand thrusts increasing in tempo until he raised his hips upward despite the restraining belt and she had to remind him sharply again. "The road." But they had slowed down now... and cars were passing them, a few honking and he groaned, his eyelids fluttering. "Mistress, Please... not here..." She shook her head though she didn't think he was watching her.
"Cum for me." It was a command... and she pushed him, brought him to the edge and he was riding up, his foot hitting the gas in alternate pumping thrusts as her hand pumped his cock and HIS hands gripped the wheel in white knuckled protest. And when he came it was hard... and he spasmed and she directed it up and onto his stomach and shirt and he strained to keep his eyes open and the car straight and when he was done and limp she wiped her hand on his jean's leg with a grin. "You can zip up." He blushed and did so as they pulled into the parking lot of the hotel where they had reservations.
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