Driving with Dave SeXStoRY

Driving with Dave It’s our first real date, unless you count phone sex as dates. We meet for dinner and both of us realize our hunger is not for food, so we take a drive. You take off in your 67 Chevy truck and I scoot over the bench seat and sit beside you, glad that old trucks have the one seat so I can be close to you. We just want to be together and talk freely without prying ears or eyes. Your hand takes mine and places it on your leg. You move it farther up your leg until I am cupping you on the outside of your pants. I can feel your cock rising. I laugh and squeeze and you swerve a little on the road. To preserve us both I let go, albeit reluctantly, and move back to your thigh where I casually rub building both of our excitement. Deciding one handed driving is good enough you echo those movements on my leg. You move higher, pulling my skirt up with your hand as you go. I have come prepared and am going commando. You swerve again as you look at me, surprised to find me naked beneath my skirt. During our phone conversations you have come to realize I am a shy and conservative girl, trying out my wild side slowly. You crook a finger and take a quip dip in my already wet pussy and pull out. A horn honks beside us and we look over to see a trucker giving you the thumbs up. We laugh and I blow him a kiss as we drive off. We pull in to a driveway and I look around and realize you have brought us to an adult toy store in Darlington. You pull around back to shield the truck from the traffic, protecting my modesty of course. You get out and come around to open the door for me. I turn toward the door and scoot over but you block my exit. You pull me forward so that you are standing in between my legs. I look up and you grin. I reach up and tweak your mustache. You lean in and give me a long, lingering kiss. I find I love the feel of your mustache against my cheek and can’t wait to feel it elsewhere. Your kiss steals my breath with its passion. I am a lucky, lucky girl. You rock against me and I can feel you becoming even more excited by our closeness. Our conversations have only served to increase your desire to possess me. I rub your chest and lean back to give you access to my breasts. You quickly unbutton my shirt and reveal the black lace bra I bought just tonight in anticipation of our date. You lean down and take a quick nip through the material. I am so excited I pull your head down again for more. We continue to play for a few minutes before you pull back and rearrange my clothes, buttoning those pesky buttons and making me presentable again. Just before you step back completely you take your hand and rub my slit slowly making me shiver. I grab for your hand to make you continue but you step back smiling and letting me know just how much fun we are going have later. We go in to the store and look around, me blushing and you enjoying the wonder and excitement I have over every toy you explain. You pick up a few things for us to experiment with as I walk to look at movies. I am in awe of what I see and you again enjoy my naiveté. We pick one movie that is soft so as not to totally abuse my sensitivities. You pay and together we head out the door and back to the truck. Outside you open the door and take my hand, I think it’s to help me up, but you pull me back instead. You rock against be from behind and whisper into my ear how much fun we will have tonight. You slide your hand down the front of my skirt and lightly cup me. I try to move, but you hold me still. You continue to whisper, patience, good things come to those who wait. To which I reply I have waited long enough. Without even sliding inside to help assuage the fire building, you take your hand off and swat me gently on the ass, making me shiver again and again. You smile wickedly as you help me in the truck and close the door. When you open your side I am there waiting for you. I nearly attack you as you slide in the truck, taking your hands and squeezing my breasts with them while leaning toward you placing little kisses all over your face and neck. You push me back in to the truck and start the engine. I have my right leg still thrown over your lap and you anchor it there with one hand as you drive out of the store driveway. Down the highway we travel my leg over yours, almost straddling you. I continue to kiss your neck and face as you drive. Your free hand rubs my ass and inches my skirt up until my naked twat is pressed against your leg. You begin lifting your leg up and down against me and I don’t know what to do. I want to ride your leg and get some relief from the pressure building in me, but I don’t know if I should, after all we are in a moving vehicle where anyone can see us. Just when I am about to explode you slow down and pull to a stop. This time it’s a back country road where no one is around. Leaning over you pull me fully in to your lap and begin kissing me hard. Your hands grab my ass and pull me forward until we are naked cunt to jean clad cock. I feel like I am about to pass out from the sheer pleasure of being this close to you after weeks of phone conversation and passions that have been building over the long separation. Unexpectedly a horn blares and I jump. Laughing we realize it is your truck horn and I have blown it with my ass. Carefully you open the door and get out, with me still held to you. I wrap my legs around your waist and you walk to the back of the truck and release the tailgate. Slowly I lower my legs and slide down your body until my naked ass touches the tailgate, my skirt having been pushed to my hips. The gritty surface rubs against my ass as I scoot closer to you. Your grin as we kiss lets me know you are as ready as I am for this to finally happen. Your hands on my shoulders push me into a reclining position and your nimble fingers release my breast from the confining buttons and lace. I watch as you step back and take a long lingering look at me. Your ever present smile calms my nerves and keeps me from covering my exposed body. Starting at my knees your hands massage their way up my legs, joining at the juncture of my thighs. I catch my breath as you slowly stroke the slit without going inside as my eyes are begging you to do. Finally you insert one finger to circle my clit and another to enter my waiting hole. Reclined on the truck bed I spread my legs wide and hook my feet on the chains of the tailgate, leaving myself wide open to you. Your fingers continue their delicious torture and I find myself lifting toward your fingers helping you to go deeper into my aching pussy. You withdraw your fingers and step back to remove your shirt. I watch as you strip off the Grateful Dead t-shirt and expose a rock hard chest. Next you toe off your Nikes and slowly unzip the jeans that cling to you like a second skin. Happily I notice that you too have gone commando and your proud cock strains toward me waiting for some attention. I tentatively reach for it, wanting to touch it but you pull away. Instead you press my hands to the truck bed and go back to fingering me, pushing me farther than I’ve ever been. The pressure inside me builds and I can not wait I try to ask you to stop but you won’t and before I can contain it, I orgasm, my pussy clutching your fingers and holding them inside me. Before I can recover from the vibrations I feel to my very soul you pull out your fingers and replace them with your tongue. I begin to thrash wildly, unable to control my body and it’s response to your warm tongue. You anchor my hips to the tailgate and drink from my pussy. When I am on the verge of exploding yet again you stand up, jerk me forward roughly and impale me with your hard pole. My ass lifts from the tailgate as I push toward you, taking all of you in as deeply as I can. We hold the position, staring in to each others eyes as I adjust to this new and glorious feeling of fullness. I wrap my legs around you and you turn so that you are sitting on the tailgate and I am straddling you. I am unsure what to do, but you help me develop a rhythm. Before I realize it I have pushed you back and I have taken over. My knees are coated with dust and dirt from the truck but I don’t notice. I steadily ride you like the stallion you are and forget about everything else, the fact we are outdoors, that we are almost strangers, that I am a good girl who doesn’t do these things. For a while I even forget you, as I explore my own body and the wonderful feelings I am having. I speed up my hips and begin to play with my nipples, twirling them and twisting them between my thumb and fingers. Then I pull up my right breast and begin to lick my own nipple. With my left hand I begin to rub my clit as I continue to bounce up and down on your hard straining cock. I am close to completely loosing it when you sit up, almost dislodging me. My eyes fly open and I see your smile. I know from the look you give me that you know I had been focusing on me and had nearly forgotten your existence. I also know you are just fine with that because you enjoyed it just as much. You stand again and carry me to the tree trunk beside the parked truck. Carefully you press me against it, making sure not to hurt, too much anyway. Then you begin sliding your pulsing cock in and out almost removing it completely before ramming it back in to me. I am close to cumming and I tell you in a ragged whisper. You respond in a grunt that you are too for me to let go and pull you through. With your permission I let go and feel myself squeeze your cock, milking it of every last drop. Exhausted my legs slide down and touch the ground. My head lags down onto your shoulder and I have to concentrate just to breathe. You too seem to be having respiratory troubles and lean in to me to get your strength back. Finally you lean back and search my face, looking deeply in to my eyes. I smile and say thank you. You lean your head back and laugh loudly before kissing me deeply. Slowly we make our way back to the truck without talking. Once inside I lay my head on your shoulder as you drive back to the restaurant to pick up my car. Pulling your Chevy up beside my small Toyota you lift my head and turn my chin to face you. You study my eyes and must find what you’re looking for because without saying a word you turn and head for the Ramada across the street.