It was a cold misty
evening in Downshire, after an evening in a quiet country pub, Ryan and Molly
stopped on a remote dirt road in the woods on the way for a quickie which was
for their mutual benefit, and as soon as she pulled up they got into the back
of the car.
After the act and a short
cuddle in the afterglow they returned to the front with Molly in the driving
seat again.
Before they set off
she turned to him, smiled and kissed him and he immediately responded to it by
slipping his tongue between her slightly parted lips and Molly warmed to this
and responded in kind for a full minute before stopping abruptly.
“That’s quite enough
of that” she said sharply
“But you were enjoying
it too” he pointed out
“That’s not the point,
it’s too late” Kevin will wonder where I’ve got to.
“It’s never too late”
he said nibbling her ear, not caring if her husband was waiting for her or not,
and simultaneously sliding his right hand along her stockinged thigh seeking
out the soft flesh above.
She clamped her thighs
together and pushed down on the accelerator, but this was not easily done, and
she was finding it difficult to apply full pressure on the accelerator as well
as keeping her thighs tightly closed.
She released her grip
on his hand for a split second and the car inched forward and his hand passed
her stocking top, so she clamped again.
She released her grip
again, briefly, the car inched forward once again, and his hand was inside her
silk panties.
She opened her thighs
and depressed the accelerator and they trundled forward as his finger parted
her lips.
The car was making
some little progress and Molly was biting her lip, though not in concentration,
he had found her sweet spot and she was creaming his fingers.
She carried on driving
and biting her lip and he carried on stroking and creaming her lips and then
all of a sudden, she stopped the car again.
“You bastard” she said
and kissed him while she unzipped his fly.
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