Skoda Slut, part 2

Posted on | October 7, 2008 | 6 Comments |

When we left our intrepid exhibitionist, she was in the process of de-clothing herself whilst seated in a Skoda 

Alas, taking off all of my clothes was not a practical notion – although I promptly divested myself of my shoes (in the depths of the footwell), my cardigan (somewhere on the back seat), and my singlet I know not where (bra? there was no bra!). Also stripping off some layers, Hermes removed his hat and hoodie, leaving him clad in t-shirt and jeans.

It was dark in the car. Which was the point. The nearest street-light was a reasonable distance away, and the parkland either side of the road meant no house or building lights were there to shine upon us. And being a very quiet road, only a few cars came by in the time we were there.

The downside of the darkness meant that it was a challenge to find the button, or level, to lower my seat! I found it, through trial in error, at the very back left of my seat side, and also found (to my dismay) that rather than being electric, or a lever, it was a manual wheel I had to turn, and turn, and turn some more. The hard work was worth it, though, when it kept turning and my chair went all the way back to horizontal. Now that’s a good passenger seat!

It turned out that Hermes’ driver seat did the same thing, and we ended up both lying flat in the car, below the level of the dashboard and unseeable to anyone driving past. Of course, anyone looking in the windows would still get quite a show!

All good automobile make-out sessions start with the kissing. And Hermes is a fantastic kisser. We’ve kissed enough, now, to be at the stage where we each know the rhythms and movements of the other; how his tongue likes to meander slowly around my mouth; how certain notions remind me of his oral technique; how our hands move and hold and grip and slide. So I pulled him to me, across the handbrake and that cunning storage compartment between the seat, and we kissed. Pashed. Made-out.

The windows started to steam up. I thought that was a myth!

We paused for photos. On the company phone, even (carefully removed and emailed later on). In order to get a good shot of me showing off my breasts, Hermes had to turn the light of the car on, but given the quietness of the area and the steam on the windows, it was worth it. Of course, plunging the car back into darkness meant I could actually see again …

Then there were his hands. One of his found my right breast, teasing my nipple as we continued to kiss. My nipples, normally so sensitive, were begging for the twist and roll he inflicted upon them, and I wriggled beneath his hip where he lay across me. When I couldn’t stand it any more, I pushed him back over to his seat and leaned over him, pinning him down with my mouth and my own roaming hands.

He lay very still as I slid his t-shirt up, and my hands slipped across his stomach. He made a questioning noise as I undid the button and the zip of his jeans, but it turned into a happy sigh as I parted the denim and revealed his undershorts to the half-light, and my approving eye. I wriggled back up to his face and kissed him once more, before returning to his dishevelment and my evil intentions.

Oh, but it’d been a while since I’d sucked cock in a car. I teased him by dragging my tongue across the fabric of his shorts, and breathing hot air across it. Then, slowly, I wriggled my tongue through the fly, nuzzling the tip of his penis and capturing it in my mouth. All his reactions were non-verbal – from the hand caressing my shoulder to the shudder of his belly, and to the tightening and tautening of his cock. I revelled in it, and took my time lavishing attention on his groin.

Eventually he couldn’t stand it any more – and neither could I! I came up for air, we kissed some more, and then made the mutual decision to head for home and fuck on the rather-more-comfortable bed.

I didn’t see the point in getting dressed, though – especially as we’d be getting undressed as soon as we were in the door. So while Hermes jacked his seat back into the upright position, I decided that it would be much more interesting if I stayed right where I was, and wanked while he drove home.

It was marvellous fun! Lying flat and seeing the streetlights as we drove along; rubbing my fingers on my clit and sliding them between my labia as we struck off the kilometres to home. Hermes teased me by suggesting a truck or bus next to us at the traffic lights would have a marvellous view, and that turned me on even more. Between the vibrations of the car, my naughty fingers, and tormenting by Hermes, I was hard-pressed not to orgasm – but that would wet the seat, and messing up the company car was not an option.

But we made it home. As he parked the car I reluctantly removed my hand from my pants and gathered up my clothes. A final kiss from where we sat, and we scampered inside to conclude what had been so wonderfully started. (Orgasms. Fucking. Complete nakedness. Skin-to-skin pleasure. In no particular order.)

You can do a lot in a car, in the dark. But sometimes you want to finish up in the light and the comfort of home. Luckily, a car will get you there.

Twitter Tumblr Reddit Digg Stumbleupon Pinterest Facebook Plusone Email

flattr this!

Comments

6 Responses to “Skoda Slut, part 2”

  1. efa-sp
    October 8th, 2008 @ 4:37 pm

    ohh my! Amazing boobies view!!!
    hot hot hot hot!

  2. Richard
    October 8th, 2008 @ 5:55 pm

    He took a beautiful photo. Your breasts are outstanding.

  3. Curvaceous Dee
    October 9th, 2008 @ 5:18 am

    I do like my breasts being complimented – so thank you both, efa and richard!

    xx Dee

  4. Golden Malicious
    October 11th, 2008 @ 10:00 pm

    Hi I wondered if you had seen http://www.ransackreality.com it’s kinda like myspace but for adults, without being full of porn and spam. You can link to your blog and post pics so long as any genitals are obscured/covered. Arty nudes and topless are fine.

  5. Jane not Plain
    October 12th, 2008 @ 1:32 am

    Great story…very inspirational.

    And I agree, your breasts are beautiful. I love them in that light.

  6. Curvaceous Dee
    October 12th, 2008 @ 4:03 am

    Hi golden malicious – no, I haven’t seen it, so thank you for mentioning it!

    Jane, thank you for the compliments :)

    xx Dee


  

  • Buttons!






  • flattr this!
  • Copyright

    Copyright © 2006 - 2014
    Curvaceous Dee
    All rights reserved

    If you wish to utilise content on my site beyond that permitted to you by applicable copyright law, please contact me to make arrangements.

  • Recent Posts

  • Recent Comments

  • Archives

  • Categories

  • Meta

  • Copyright © 2006 - 2014 Curvaceous Dee All rights reserved.

    Switch to Mobile Theme