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“Need a ride? I’m going your way.”
Andy waits, gently smiling, not trying to pressure you. You sigh. You are tired and want to go home. You nod.
In the car, you relax. You have had a good night really, the night is warm with strong moonlight and Andy is good company.
He is driving you along the beach road, and you are startled and a little nervous when he turns into one of the beach parks and pulls up. You gently suggest to Andy that you should head on home.
Andy just smiles at you. “It’s a lovely night, you can hear the waves breaking on the shore, the moon is full let’s just sit here for a while.”
“That’s all? Just sit?” you reply coyly.
“Maybe have a cuddle in the back seat ” he suggests.
You make a show of being reluctant, but you agree. After the move Andy gently draws you into his arms and just holds you lightly while you snuggle up next to him, enjoying his warmth. Then he tilts your head, lowers his own and gently kisses you. He looks up again and smiles at you, and the next time he lowers his head the kisses are not quite so gentle, stirring a delicious heat within you. Andy gently rubs your back as he continues to kiss.
You enjoy the kissing, that interesting warmth, and the gently caressing hand. You notice that the rubbing is slowly dropping down, but doesn’t take any real notice until you realize that he is now rubbing your ass. You stiffen slightly, wondering if you should protest, but before you can say anything the hand drops down to rest against your upper thigh, and just stays there.
You relax again, returning his kisses quite readily, snuggling closer. You don’t notice that Andy has moved his hand again until you feel the stroking on your inner thigh, and the fingertips skimming along the edge of your panties. “How has he managed that?” you wonder. You reach down, grab his hand and moves it firmly away from your leg.
Andy calmly moves his hand back up to your shoulder, gently rubbing the top of your back and then moving around to drift his hand across your chest, just above your cleavage. You feel his fingers brushing the top of your breasts, tracing them gently, across and to where your cleavage dips into the top of your strapless dress.
Should you stop him? He’s not really doing much, just touching lightly. Also, you find you are enjoying that gentle touch and are subconsciously lifting your breasts to enjoy the feel. You’ll let it continue, you decide. You can always call a halt if you think he is going too far.
Andy gently follows up his small advantage, letting his fingers dip under the edge of your dress, teasing your lovely globes a little more, dipping a finger far enough under to brush a nipple.
You tense a little, lift your hand and place it on Andy’s, not to push it away as such but just to hold it in place and stop it exploring. Andy pauses in his exploring of your breasts for a few moments, then slips his hand out from under yours, continuing to tease your boobs, his finger slipping under the edge of your dress and then out again.
Andy starts kissing you a little more deeply, touching a little more firmly, not rushing, just taking his time. His lips drift away from yours, brushing your neck and then drifting across your front, following the path of his inquisitive fingers.
You feel your top slipping. All those little dips under the edge have been gradually pushing it down. You hesitate and are reaching to hitch the top back up, when it slips that extra bit and drops off, freeing your breasts. Andy’s hand promptly follows it down, capturing one breast, squeezing it and rubbing the nipple, while his lips move to the other breast, taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking gently.
You freeze. You shouldn’t let this happen. You should stop it now. But it feels so good, and that warmth you have been feeling is spreading, curling slowly through you. You relax a little. It won’t hurt to let it continue.
You’re relaxing, enjoying the gentle suckling on your breast, not noticing that part of the warmth is being generated by a hand that has slipped back to your leg and is slowly stroking your inner thigh. A finger strokes along the edge of your gusset and then gently trails up, moving across your mound to the top of your panties.
That gentle touch on your pussy trickles through into your consciousness. “He’s touching me there,” you think incredulously, “and I’m not stopping him?”
Andy continues to play around your panties, stroking you through them, slipping his fingers under them and touching your naked lips. Withdrawing and moving elsewhere, slowly stirring up that budding heat.
You feel Andy take your hand and move it, placing it on his lap and leaving it there. His hand wanders back to your breast, squeezing in time to the rhythm he is generating within your pussy.
“Why did he put my hand here?” you wonder. “What does he expect me to do?” You know where your hand is, so that lump under there must be
You move your hand tentatively to the side, finding that at some stage Andy has found time to unzip. Your hand slips in, feeling for what you know you will find. Your fingertips brush his erection, then your hand closes over it, marveling at what you are doing. His erection is hot and hard in your grasp. Following your instincts, you move your hand up and down the shaft, enjoying the feel, rubbing your thumb over the head and feeling a rush within when you feel Andy gasp.
Andy continues to stroke you, then slips his hand up to the top of your panties and slides them down. Now your pussy is properly exposed to his wandering fingers, and his fingers are soon easing apart your lips and dipping within, feeling the heat and moisture there. Rubbing and stroking, entering and withdrawing, steadily building the tensions and expectations.
He moves his free hand around to your side, seeking the zip, finding it and running it down. You feel your dress loosening, and then sagging around your waist. With a slight hint from Andy you lift your hips up off the seat for a moment while Andy deftly slips the dress under them and off, to lie pooled at your feet. Andy reaches back up and finishes removing your panties, leaving you dressed in garter belt and stockings.
With a sigh you relax and let Andy continue kissing you, relishing the feel while his hand is busy lighting little fuses between your legs. You can feel the heat flowing up from your pussy and down from your breasts, seeming to pool deep within you. The fire is burning steadily and has to be addressed.
Andy opens the car door, scooping up a blanket from the floor and with a deft flick spreads it on the grass next to the car. He turns back to the car and holds out his hand to you.
You stare at him, glance down at the blanket and then back to Andy, standing there with his hand outstretched. “It’s going to happen”, you think. “If I take his hand he’s going to screw me. If I look away, he won’t.”
You blush. “I’m naked, and he wants to fuck me. What do I do?”
You reach out and place your hand on his. Never taking his eyes off you, he draws you from the car and down onto the blanket.
Andy slips off his trousers, moving onto the blanket next to you. Once again the touching starts, kissing your lips while his hand plays with your sensitive points, rekindling the heat before it really had a chance to die down.
He hooks a foot around one of your ankles, drawing your legs further apart. He moves over you and between your thighs, holding his weight away from you while letting his erection rest on your mound.
“Okay?” he murmurs in a whisper.
“Okay,” you whisper, expectation and anticipation plain in your voice.
Andy gently moves your lips apart and presses the head of his cock against you, releasing the lips to close over him. He eases in, taking it gently, slowly sinking deep within your tunnel.
He pauses, watching your face. His eyes are bright and staring at you, clearly enjoying what he is feeling and eager for more. Andy smiles down at you and you smile back, and then he starts to move.
You gasp. The initial entry had been interesting and felt nice, but this is something else. Suddenly, you lose interest at looking at Andy. That is just distracting you from this cock moving within you. You feel Andy surging into to you, backing up and thrusting forward again. You move with him eagerly, matching his thrusts, urging him on, wanting it, harder and faster. Please. I need this. Babbling. Not knowing what you are saying, only knowing you need this sensation to continue, striving to reach a climax, determined to get there.
Andy is moving faster now, happy to feel you meeting and matching his efforts. You can see the tensions rising within him just as they are rising in you, just a little slower. Andy frantically tries to hold back, wanting to make sure that you come first, realizing it is hopeless and letting himself go, venting his climax within you.
Your gasping rises higher, seeming to stall on a peak and linger there while Andy presses home. You feel a sudden spurt from Andy and a hot liquid wash spill inside you. You climax, your muscles locking onto Andy, trying to hold him within you while you gasp through your orgasm.
You both relax afterwards, lying contented on the blanket.
“Thanks for the ride,” you giggle.