Assignment # 6: You Drive Me Crazy
So there we were, speeding up the motorway, on our way to Rob's nephew's christening. Well, not speeding; Rob's a very good driver, if a little overly-cautious for my tastes. Anyway, it was 8.30 on a Saturday morning, and I was fed up.
The christening wasn't until 11.30, but Rob had insisted we leave in plenty of time to avoid the traffic. I had TOLD him the motorway would be clear that early, but he hadn't listened. And now we would be at his sister's house by 9.30 at the latest, in time for endless cups of tea and golfing stories from his mother before the service began. No, I was not happy, and I think even Rob was beginning to feel a little silly, although he wouldn't admit it.
As we came off the motorway and headed into the deserted country lanes, an idea suddenly hit me. What better way to waste some time en route? I fanned myself a little as though I were hot, and pulled my smart jacket away from my shoulders, then glanced over at Rob. His eyes, as always, were fixed on the road. Hmm. I sighed, and undid a couple of buttons on my blouse. No reaction. Frustrated I reached over and put my hand firmly on his cock, and we very nearly went off the road.
“Jesus Christ Angela!” Rob spluttered, when we were safely back in lane again, his eyes wide with horror. “What the hell are you doing? You could have killed us both!” I pouted, and fluttered my eyelashes. “I was just thinking, now that we have all this time, we could have a little fun first.” Rob glowered at me. “What, right here, right now? Where anyone could see us?” he gestured wildly at the deserted fields. “What? There's no-one here! And there's AGES before the service.” He wasn't convinced, and muttered something along the lines of “My mother's expecting us.”
Annoyed, I flung myself back in my seat. “Fine. I'll just have to manage by myself then.” As Rob crossly carried on navigating the winding lanes, I took my jacket off, and undid the remaining buttons of my blouse to reveal the lacy cream bra underneath. Rob yelled at me to cover up, whilst gazing around in terror for a gang of farmers to suddenly descend upon us. I ignored him, and concentrated instead on caressing my nipples, first over and then under the lace, until they were standing up like bullets. I then took my time caressing the sensitive underside of my breasts, about an inch below the nipple, gently stroking my fingers back and forth. I sneaked a sideways glance at Rob from under my eyelids. He had stopped shouting, and his eyes had taken on a glassy look, as he struggled to keep them on the road ahead. Next I raised my legs, and rested my feet in their pretty high heels on the dashboard. Slowly I reached up under my skirt and wriggled and tugged until my knickers slid over my knees, below my ankles, and disappeared into the footwell. Keeping my feet on the dashboard, I spread my legs as wide as they would go, and sighed with pleasure as my hand slipped under my skirt and between my legs. I felt the car swerve as I began to touch myself, but I kept my eyes tight closed and continued stroking my inner thighs, scratching the soft flesh gently with my nails kneading and pinching gently, before finally moving them over my clitoris. I left them there for a few seconds, moving them back and forth but barely brushing the hard, tight little bud, until I was squirming and panting. I brought my other hand back to my breasts, and started squeezing and stroking there too. Finally I began to touch myself properly, moving my fingers round and round in a figure of eight, feeling the wetness come. As I did so, I gave an involuntary moan of pleasure, which I heard echoes next to me. I opened my eyes, and realised that I had been so caught up in what I was doing to notice that the car had stopped. We seemed to be on a small, muddy side road, behind a barn of some sort. Rob was sat in the driver's seat as though turned to stone, gazing straight ahead and breathing hard. He turned burning eyes to me. “Ok, you win. I can't take it any more. Get in the back seat.” And when I didn't move straight away, “Now!”. I scrambled over the seats, and landed in the back, and a minute later Rob joined me. Not wasting any time, he shoved my bra down and his mouth found my breast, where he feasted hungrily, as his fingers burrowed under my skirt and began to move. I was already so wet that they slid inside me without difficulty. His other hand moved around under my bare butt which he gripped hard, his fingers digging into me. As his thumb began to caress my clitoris, round and round, harder and harder, and his fingers moved deep inside me, I felt myself beginning to come. As the pleasure built he sensed it, and his mouth sucked harder on my swollen, sore nipple and his hand moved faster. And then I broke, so fast, great waves washing over me, twisting and jerking under his hand.
When I came to myself again, Rob had unzipped his jeans, and was half lying on the car seat watching me and touching himself. “My turn.” He said, reached his hand round the back of my head, and brought it down towards him. I took him in my mouth hungrily, but he was so swollen and so eager that I almost choked as he pushed against the back of my throat. He realised, and slowed the pace down a little, giving me a chance to find his rhythm. I moved my head back and forth, swallowing him whole, running my tongue up and down the length of his shaft. He was clearly too excited for games however, and gradually the pace and the motion accelerated again, and he was fucking my mouth so hard I could barely breathe, and then he tensed and exploded in my throat, still holding the back of my head tightly, calling out my name as he came.
When I had swallowed it all, and tidied myself up a little, and Rob had zipped himself up, we clambered over the seats and installed ourselves in the front of the car again. I busied myself looking for my clothes, and Rob started the engine. Finally we both looked up, and there, staring at us in mingled glee and horror, was a man who was unmistakeably a farmer. Rob and I looked at each other, and burst out laughing, and then we got the hell out of there as fast as we could, leaving the bemused farmer staring in our wake.
The christening was beautiful, and all in all it really was a wonderful day.
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