The wet test of courage part 2

 

A good three hours later, it was exactly ten to nine, I was standing in front of a skyscraper at the other end of town. Carola, Sabine and Moni had accompanied me to Georgio's apartment after they had examined my outfit under my clothes and found it acceptable. Moni had said that the bra and panties could have been transparent; however, she seemed satisfied with the black, hold-up fishnet stockings.
Before the three of them said goodbye and wished me a lot of fun, I wanted to know from Carola what proof she expected from me for the **** with Georgio. "Let that be our concern!" She replied to me and informed me that I was now almost a part of her clique.
Shortly afterwards I saw Carola's little Renault behind and was already looking for the name when I asked myself again what I was actually doing here. When I finally discovered Georgio's doorbell, I was close to turning back and leaving everything as it was. But then I realized again what that meant. In any case, I couldn't have been seen at school. Carola, Sabine and Moni would have made sure of that. As a result, I would not have had a degree. I could also have ignored my relationship with Gerald. In any case, it was better to get on well with the girls. So I convinced myself that what I was doing was right and rang the doorbell. It took less than ten seconds for the same smart voice that I already knew on the phone to
"Yeah right! Here ... is ... Christina! ”I spoke in a halting voice and silently admonished myself to calm down.
"Third floor!" Said the smart voice and pressed the door opener. I stepped into the building and decided to walk the three flights of stairs to buy a little more time. For me, after all, it was about cheating on Gerald.

A few minutes later I was standing in front of the entrance to his apartment. Take a deep breath, then I passed the point of no return and rang the bell.
At the same moment the door opened. Georgio must have waited behind it.
"Christina?" He asked and assessed me from top to bottom. In the pale light of a small lamp that stood on a small cupboard in his back, I could only make out the shadow of him. It was big, but I recognized that straight away.
"Yes, and you're Georgio!"
"That's it! Come in! ”He took a step to the side and gallantly helped his new customer out of her jacket. "You are very beautiful," he said to me and hung the leather jacket on his wardrobe without taking his eyes off me. I also looked at him with wide eyes, while my stomach was constantly pinching. For a few seconds neither he nor I spoke. Somehow I felt helpless and didn't really know what to do or what he expected of me.
"Maybe I should go again after all!" I said following a sudden involvement and was with one sentence at the cloakroom. Georgio returned my gaze with a slightly worried expression.
“All right!” He finally said and it even sounded a bit sad, “but think about it carefully! As far as you are now, you will never go again ... "
" But ... "I tried to stop his objection; which I did not succeed, however, because he continued undeterred: “... and you will always wonder what would have happened! You will mourn forever after this moment! Believe me! You wouldn't be the first! "
He looked deep into my eyes. Something told me he was going to be right. Something told me to stay Something told me it would be absolutely wrong if I left now. And I decided to follow that unknown voice, that feeling. So I turned back from the cloakroom and walked up to him. As Georgio noticed that he had persuaded me, he asked cautiously: "You are for the first time during a call boy, right?"
"Y-yes! ... That is obvious, isn't it? ”
“ Certainly! But that's no problem! This is how it is for all women the first time! Probably the forbidden or the wicked make the attraction! ”He replied, with a slight smile playing around his narrow lips.
Strangely enough, that he said this was a little comforting to me.
"We'll talk calmly first!" He said, and so continued to have a calming effect on me. The boy really seemed to have experience and I took a deep breath.
"If only I could ask you for the 150 € beforehand!"
"Of course!" I said and reached into my handbag.
After I gave him the money, we went into a small but very cozy living room, which consisted of a small table, a two-seater and an armchair. There were two empty wine glasses on the table. Everything else was also prepared for my visit.
"Take a seat wherever you want!" Georgio offered me and stepped himself to a small sideboard on which a small wine rack was placed.
“A little alcohol to warm you up? Would you prefer white wine or red wine? "
“A dry red wine!” I replied, because I had always been against white wine of any kind. I took a seat in one of the armchairs and looked at the two pictures that hung over a small fireplace. “Chagall?” I asked, revealing my entire understanding of art. "Yeah right! My favorite painter! ”He said and handed me a glass of red wine. I took the glass with a shaky hand and immediately took a long sip to calm my excitement. He also poured himself a glass of red wine and then sat in the armchair opposite me.
For the first time that evening I also had the opportunity to really look at Georgio. His face had hard, distinctive features, his hair consisted for the most part of long, dark blonde strands and his upper body, which he must have done several times a week in a fitness center, seemed to consist only of muscles. Actually just like I had always imagined a call boy to be.
"Who is your favorite painter?" Asked Georgio in a friendly manner and carefully stroked my right knee - almost unintentionally or seemingly accidentally. I winced and probably blushed immediately.
"I only know Chagall!" I laughed to cover up the situation. "That's where my entire understanding of art ends!"
"Oh! Pity! Well! Then we have to find another topic to start with! Are you still going to school? ”
“ Yes! I'll do my Abitur next year! ”
“ And then? Do you already know what your plans are then? ”
“ Study! I really want to study! ”
“ And what? ”He asked and half emptied his glass.
"Medicine!" I replied and did the same.
“That is definitely very interesting. But it wouldn't be for me! I can't see blood! ”
“ What else are you doing? I mean, if you're not seducing women? ”I wanted to know from him.
"Nothing else! But do not despise it, in addition to a more than bearable income, I also have a lot of fun with the thing! "
" How many women do you serve per day? "
“An average of four to five! You are the fourth today! ”
“ And you are not afraid? Before AIDS or something? ”
“ No! Without preseer nothing works! ... Well, French! "He grinned and got the wine bottle to refill my glass.
When I declined with thanks, he explained to me that I had to drink at least one more glass to calm down again.
"Okay!" I said and handed him the glass. On the one hand, I already noticed the effect of the first glass of red wine very strongly, because otherwise I only drank very little alcohol; on the other hand, I also noticed that my inhibitions were beginning to decline. The whole thing started to be fun for me. Especially since Georgio seemed a nice guy and Gerald would never find out about this.
When I almost emptied the second glass and we had done a little small talk, he took it from me and set it down on the little table right next to my seat. I assumed he wanted to pour me a third glass, but Georgio made no move in that direction. Instead, he put down his wine glass and knelt in front of my legs. He bent his upper body forward so that his face was just in front of mine and whispered: "Close your eyes and let yourself fall back!"
I looked at him confused, but didn't react.
“Christina! Just do it! Nothing will happen to you! ”He said, still in a whisper, but a little more urgently. He looked deeply into mine with his eyes. I couldn't resist seeing this and so I followed his request.
He ran his fingertips over her chin. It passed my neck and cleavage and finally landed between the base of my breasts.
Georgio paused there for a moment.
Then he undid the top two buttons of my blouse and gently stroked my bra. As he massaged my nipples, I pressed my lips together to suppress a scream of pleasure. He loosened my hand from my body, but didn't give me time to breathe. Because at the same moment he was running his strong hands over my thighs - from the knee to the groin and back again.
"Spread your legs!" He said in a commanding tone that aroused me in a strange way. So I followed his request and felt somehow without a will.
A second time he ran his hands over my thighs; this time, however, along the inside of the thighs. I groaned very softly. When he reached the top with his hands, I noticed the slight pressure he was exerting against my lap with his hand and this time I couldn't suppress a slight scream.
"I'm sorry!" I uttered slightly excited and briefly opened my eyes.
Georgio said nothing and just smiled at me. Then he ran his hands back down the inside of my thighs until he got to her knees. I noticed how he stroked my lower legs and took off both pumps one after the other. When he kissed both feet lightly, I got a tingling sensation. I could clearly feel the moisture on his lips through the thin fabric of the fishnet stocking. Again I moaned softly, which didn't stop him from putting his hand under her left pant leg and gently massaging her calf. He stretched her leg and slid his hand higher up her leg. Then he lifted his left foot and slowly brought it to his mouth. When he put my toes in his mouth one after the other and bit into each one lightly, I felt cold and hot at the same time. He repeated the same procedure on the other foot. One more time - this time a little louder - I groaned. From then on I decided not to fight it anymore. It was hopeless.
"I think you're ready now!" He told me with a mischievous expression.
"What are you going to do?" I gasped, although I suspected what would follow next.
Instead of answering, he asked, “Are you wearing something under your jeans? A slip? ”
“ Yes! ”
“ I'll briefly explain what will happen now. You now go to the bathroom and undress! Except for your panties and fishnet stockings! Please leave them on! That makes me hot! If you want, you can also take a shower beforehand! Everything is ready in the bathroom! ”
“ No! I've already showered! ”I told him and tried to smile.
"Good! When you're done, please come out. Please don't be alarmed if I put a blindfold on you in the living room! Then I'll lead you to my bed in the bedroom! ”
“ A blindfold? What is that good for? ”I asked, frowning.
“I want all of your thoughts to focus only on my touch. Your senses should only perceive my hands and my mouth! That's why your eyes mustn't see anything! Are you ready now? ”
“ Yes! ”I said - still a little hesitantly, but of my own accord. I reminded myself that I was now about to do something forbidden and the very thought now upset me so much that I wanted to finish what I had started.
“Just one more thing!” Said Georgio suddenly in a thoughtful voice, “if you come out of the bathroom right away, you are forbidden to talk! I don't want to hear a single word from you! It's part of our game! You leave everything else to me! ... Okay? ”
I nodded obediently, feeling like an underage schoolgirl. But it was kind of exciting.
"Then go!"
I followed his finger, which showed me where the bathroom was. Somehow I was relieved that I didn't have to undress right in front of him. I would have been really embarrassed.

A few minutes later, when I was standing in front of the large mirror only in narrow thong panties and fishnet stockings, I looked at myself and realized that I could be seen that way.
Then - with an unbearable tingling sensation in my stomach - I opened the door to the living room and stepped in almost naked as I was.
The game could begin:
With both hands crossed, protecting my bare breasts, I noticed that the light in the room had become weaker. Apparently a dimmer was used here, which Georgio had set accordingly in the bathroom during my preparations. I didn't see him and didn't get the opportunity to look around any further because he suddenly stood right behind me and immediately put the blindfold on me.
"Do you see anything else?" He breathed in my ear and came so close that I could feel his hot breath. I was about to answer when he reminded me of our date: “Not a word! Either you shake your head or you nod! Understand? ”
I nodded. Then I felt him stand in front of me.
Nothing happened for a few seconds. I suspected that he was looking at my naked body and apparently enjoying the sight. I was confirmed in this assumption when he gently removed my hands from his breasts and placed them in his. The thought that his gaze was now on my bare bosom excited me even more. At the same time, the tingling sensation in my stomach knew no bounds. Partly nervous and partly full of excitement, I wondered how it would go from now on.
"You are a beautiful woman with two wonderful breasts!" He said softly and gently caressed it with the palms of his hands. Like an electric shock, these touches passed through my body.
My nipples tightened.
His hands wandered further down my upper body, over the navel to the mons pubis, which was barely covered by the little panties. He slipped a finger in and touched the base of my crevice. Just a moment, then he pulled his finger out again. I wanted to tell him that he could have gone a little deeper; but I was forbidden to speak.
"Come over'! Let me see the rest too! ”He said and led me out into another room. I became aware of this because the light suddenly became brighter again. "What are you going to do?" She wanted to ask him; but she remembered the edition and remained silent. It was kind of exciting not knowing what was going to happen next.
Georgio silently led me a few steps until I hit something hard with my right lower leg. The edge of the bed! "Sit down!" He ordered.
I followed the instruction and felt my heart start racing. I felt him sit down next to me. With a gentle pressure between my breasts, he motioned for me to lie across the bed. I did it.
I felt a fluffy pillow under my head and let myself fall completely into it. At that moment I felt comfortable and secure.
"Are you comfortable?" He wanted to know. I nodded.
“Stretch out your arms and put them next to your body! Please both of your legs! ”I did.
He lay down next to me and kissed my forehead while slowly running his hand over my right cheek and lips. "Let me pamper you!" He whispered and wandered his hand over my upper body, which was already glowing with excitement.
From the chin over the right shoulder blade, along the right upper arm, his hand searched its way until it finally reached my right chest and circled it with gentle touches. This feeling made Christina groan again. And when he bent over me to take the nipple of the right breast between his lips, I could no longer suppress another scream.
"I can tell you like it!" I nodded vigorously. The feeling I felt now was indescribable. I had never felt anything like this before, it occurred to me while he was already performing the same procedure on my left breast. He achieved the same effect. I screamed now too.
"Have you ever experienced something like this?"
I shook my head and just moaned. Even if I wanted to say something now, I wouldn't have been able to.
After his hand had massaged both breasts for a few seconds, it moved on to my navel. One of the most irritable areas of all, I thought I had read somewhere when I realized how right the author of this text must have been. Because when Georgio gently pushed his tongue into the Baunabel and let it circle slowly, I groaned loudly and noticed how the moisture shot between my thighs with an enormous jet.
Before I could react to it in any way, however, his hand had already placed on the narrow thong panties. He massaged me between the legs by running his middle finger up and down between the labia. My excitement could no longer be stopped. Because the stimulation of my clitoris triggered one wave of moaning after the next and didn't let me calm down at all. My whole body was shaking.
But suddenly he got up.
For a moment nothing happened and I used the time to take a deep breath. I only managed to take a breath or two, then realized that he had to kneel in front of me because I could feel his hot breath on my left knee.
"Lift your buttocks up a little!" He ordered. I did it and at the same time registered how he slowly took off my panties - as if controlled by an invisible hand. When the slip passed my feet, I instinctively pulled my legs back up. Suddenly I realized that - apart from the fishnet stockings - I was now lying completely naked in front of him.
"And now, spread your legs!" He ordered imperiously. I hesitated for a moment. Then I felt his hands. First on my bare bottom, then between my thighs. I heard his command again, but didn't react. Suddenly he took both feet in his hands and swung them over his left and right shoulder with one leap. This action totally surprised me. Georgio was immediately with his head between my legs and very slowly - honestly, painfully slowly - up my left thigh until it finally reached my lap. But instead of continuing there, he stopped abruptly and ran his tongue over my right inner thigh back to my knee. At first I could have killed him because he hadn't finished it. But the next moment moaned I gasped and gasped again at the same time while he repeated the procedure two more times. The third time he finally released me and led his tongue deep into the crevice between my labia. There he let them slide up and down - slowly at first, then getting faster and faster. When he opened my clitoris with gentle kissing, and sucking***** n stimulated I was close to madness and screamed my soul out of my body. But that didn't stop him. Georgio carried on. I moved my abdomen analogously to his tongue and registered how he held my buttocks and thereby relieved my back. It went on for minutes. Georgio didn't stop when I came and shortly afterwards experienced her next sexual satisfaction. The moisture seeped out of my body like I was about to pee. But I didn't care at that moment. Because the first climax was followed immediately by the second. Georgio didn't seem to mind either, as he absorbed all of my moisture.
My whole body was electrified and under enormous tension.
Georgio kept going on and didn't stop before I gently but firmly pushed his head away.
Only then did he let go of me.
Completely exhausted, but very satisfied, I sank back into the pillow and lay there for a few moments, panting and moaning. My whole body was soaking wet.
"Was it nice?" He asked, gently stroking my right breast. I nodded and remained silent.
“You can speak again now! The game is over! ”He allowed me.
“It was amazing! Absolute madness! I've never seen anything like it! ”I was still gasping out of breath. Then I wanted to take off the blindfold. His "No! Not yet! ”Came too late.

I had already seen the camera pointed straight at the bed.

"Tell me, did you film us the whole time?" I asked horrified and thought of Gerald in dismay. When Georgio nodded silently, she felt sick. Now it was clear to me what evidence there was for my night with Georgio.

Change, part 1

 Our twin daughters, Florence and Jennifer, were turning fifteen, and Debby and I were facing the greatest crisis in our history.
About the background: Shortly before the birth of our girls, I had to end my career as a professional footballer due to a serious injury and a few months later I was hired as a coach in Ireland. We had bought a nice and large property in the southwest of the Emerald Isle and settled in great over the years. A lot had happened in the meantime: Debby's mother had gone back to England after we had had an iron love triangle in all conceivable forms for almost 20 years. Since I had lived in Debby's family when I was barely 18 years old, I had an absolutely open relationship with Debby, which included her mother as well as countless men on Debby's side as well as countless women on mine. We also spiced up our love life together with that we told each other about our adventures ... until ... yes, until one day I met a woman who took my breath away (? "Fateful encounter"). I had the most emotionally deep sex with her that I have ever had and I knew very well that Debby would never know about it. I could never have explained to her that with the hundreds of blowjobs and numbers in the most insane positions and in all the approaches she had never been able to convey these feelings to me, as I was allowed to experience with this woman. From then on I was no longer the same. Debby of course soon noticed this and blamed my mood swings on my age, because after all I was already a sprightly late thirties in the prime of his midlife crisis, she said. She did not grow gray hair because of it - at least that's what she told me, and she treated herself to many a number with different men. At some point it absolutely no longer bothered me when she wanted to tell me about it, and when she did I fought off or just stood up and took our dog, a streaky husky named Cracker, for a walk into the village and left me in the pub taste a few beers.

We had twins again, Kyle and Janet, a while after settling in Ireland. The two had recently started school and are currently spending vacation with her grandmother, mom, in England. Our big boys were completely beside themselves when I just got home from training with my team. I knew that they and Debby were busy preparing for their birthday party, but Florence pulled me aside and whispered excitedly in my ear: “Do you know who's announced to visit us? Jerry and his parents! "
I couldn't believe my ears, because: Jerry had been baptized with my nickname by his parents, Siggi and Peter, because I am his birth father (see “First Surprise”), which nobody knew except for the two of them, Debby and me and should never know. During his school days, Jerry had often spent his holidays with us, but he was now a grown man of 22 years, who in the meantime had not only completed his school and military service but also trained as a car mechanic. To my personal chagrin, his passion for football had waned so much during puberty that his career aspirations in this direction broke and I could not keep the promises I had made to Peter and Siggi: When they told me that I was Jerry's father,
We hadn't seen him or our friends for a few years, but we always kept in touch by letter and phone. I was delighted, and Debby threw me around my neck and proudly announced that she had already prepared the guest rooms in the building next to our main house. The O'Learys, who had sold us the property at the time, were still very vigorous in their old age, and we soon hired them as “housemaids” and “butlers”. They weren't full-time jobs, of course, but they stepped in whenever we needed them, which was the case here.
In the evening at the dinner table we were all in a good mood when suddenly the girls started whispering. I reprimanded the two of them good-naturedly, whereupon they continued to speak at normal volume, but in Gaelic, the Irish national language. I couldn't stand this for my death, although it is a guttural, but very beautiful and melodic language. During that time Debby had learned to speak German with almost no accent, and we had raised the girls to be bilingual. Florence and Jennifer had just spent their school days in Ireland and learned Gaelic, which was completely foreign to me. I couldn't understand her chatter in the least, which snapped a sharp call for order in the direction of the girls. They looked at me in a disgruntled mood and Debby put her hand on my arm. The mood turned brutal, but, thank God, dinner was over and the girls went grumbling into their rooms. I helped Debby clear the table and she grinned and tried to explain the girls' behavior to me.
"You covered it a bit, they didn't say anything bad," said Debby, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me longingly.
“You all three know very well that I hate it when I can't follow conversations at the table. How do you even know that their secrecy was 'harmless'? ”
“ You forget that I had to help our daughters with their schoolwork all these years, and Gaelic is a compulsory subject in this country, ”she laughed and massaged my buttocks slowly and steadily and bulging my sweatpants. "Do you want me to explain what they were talking about?" She cooed.
"Oh, stop it. I need some fresh air anyway. I'm going to the cliffs, maybe in the village to the pub, ”I grumbled and pushed her away from me, even though my balls were almost bursting. She stared at me almost resignedly and almost whispered: "May I come with you?"
For some time now I hadn't really felt like togetherness with her, but I made a gesture that signaled something like approval. We put on our windbreakers and set out on the half-hour walk to the cliff, which started right behind our house.
She hooked herself up to me and began to say, “I have to go back a little to explain. As you can easily see, our girls have been completely ripe for a long time; nothing has 'happened' yet, but their conversations have been about topic number 1 for a long time now, and even I sometimes got very bloomy when I listened to their fantasies. Since we got the call from Siggi this morning with the announcement of our visit, the girls have been constantly putting their heads together and whispering. As I said, I can understand them when I'm close enough. And do you know what they are planning? You want to seduce Jerry! He should be the one who takes away their innocence! "
I stopped and looked at Debby. With a mixture of amusement, fatherly concern and genuine indignation, I said, “That is probably ... is out of the question! Debby, don't you get it? They are siblings! ”
Debby pulled me on and said:“ I have a similar relationship with our daughters as my mom used to have with me, although maybe not quite as open. Nevertheless, I went to the gynecologist with the two of them a few months ago and had them prescribed the pill. So from there ... why don't we give things the opportunity to develop? "
She pushed me in the direction of a wind-protected bench, on which we sat down. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me more tenderly than in a long time. Her hands did not remain idle; with one of them she gently massaged my re-awakened bulge in my crotch, with the other she opened the zipper of my jeans and freed my bliss donor from its tight prison.
I whispered in her ear: "You will have to hurry, it's cool out here!"
She smiled and cupped the shaft of my tail with both hands, warming and massaging it at the same time. She leaned forward and slowly closed the tip of my spike with her lips. Her fiery red hair spread over this magnificent sight, hiding it from the wind and observation. I closed my eyes, pushed aside all argumentative thoughts and gave in to Debby's caresses. It felt like she was going out of her way today to give me a wonderful blowjob. She pulled out all the stops and sucked, massaged and sucked like at the very best of times, swirled her tongue and hands, raised and lowered her head in a fantastic rhythm and pace, so that it did not take too long, until my explosion was announced with the first twitches of my tail. She noticed this and moved a little faster, then my eruption broke its path with elemental force. As Debby intended, my cream whipped into her mouth, and she swallowed and swallowed, still not slowing her movements a bit. My roar was carried away by the wind and the screeching of seagulls and it took quite a while for the waves of my departure to ebb within me. Smiling, she turned back to me and kissed me tenderly while I stuffed my genitals back into my pants. We broke up and continued on our way, with Debby still saying: "I have to wash this portion of cream down with a nice Guinness!" then my eruption broke its path with elemental force. As Debby intended, my cream whipped into her mouth and she swallowed and swallowed, still not slowing her movements a bit. My roar was carried away by the wind and the screeching of seagulls and it took quite a while for the waves of my departure to ebb within me. Smiling, she turned back to me and kissed me tenderly while I stuffed my genitals back into my pants. We broke up and continued on our way, with Debby still saying: "I have to wash this portion of cream down with a nice Guinness!" then my eruption broke its path with elemental force. As Debby intended, my cream whipped into her mouth and she swallowed and swallowed, still not slowing her movements a bit. My roar was carried away by the wind and the screeching of seagulls and it took quite a while for the waves of my departure to ebb within me. Smiling, she turned back to me and kissed me tenderly while I stuffed my genitals back into my pants. We broke up and continued on our way, with Debby still saying: "I have to wash this portion of cream down with a nice Guinness!" My roar was carried away by the wind and the screeching of seagulls and it took quite a while for the waves of my departure to ebb within me. Smiling, she turned back to me and kissed me tenderly while I stuffed my genitals back into my pants. We broke up and continued on our way, with Debby still saying: "I have to wash this portion of cream down with a nice Guinness!" My roar was carried away by the wind and the screeching of seagulls and it took quite a while for the waves of my departure to ebb within me. Smiling, she turned back to me and kissed me tenderly while I stuffed my cocks back into my pants. We broke up and continued on our way, with Debby still saying: "I have to wash this portion of cream down with a nice Guinness!"
In the pub we sat next to each other at our "regulars table" in the corner, with the pitch-black Irish national drink in front of us. Hardly a word was said between us, especially I stared in front of myself and played lost in thought with my beer mat.
Suddenly Debby said softly: "Isn't it, it's over?"
(To be continued!)

The journey into the unknown ... part 1

 When you turn into my street you can see me waiting at the driveway in my black dress and with my bag. You stop and get out. I come up to you, give you a gentle kiss and you take my bag from me. While I get in, you put them in the trunk. When you get in, I give you a loving look. You lean over to me, pull my face to yours with your right hand and give me a long and passionate kiss. "hm" ... your left hand goes to my knee and slowly strokes up my thigh. "uh ... you have suspenders on" ... "yeah". We're leaving. "I don't have panties underneath for that," I wink cheekily at you. "rrrrr" ... " you push me closer to you I start kissing you, slowly open your shirt. I run my hands along your upper body. I slowly run my fingernails up and down again. While I slowly open your belt and then your pants, your hands wander to my breasts. You start to knead her, slide your hands into the neckline of my dress to get her out of the bra. You bend down a little, start kissing her and sucking on my nipples. At first I stroke your best piece over your pants. My hand finally wanders into your pants and takes your harder cock in hand. You notice how I start to massage him. Your hands wander back towards your buttocks and push up my skirt. You see the top of the suspenders and push the dress up further. As I told you, I have no panties underneath and you are smiling. "You keep surprising me ...", "Believe me, there are still many nice surprises waiting for you, I'm sure!" ... I pull your pants down further so that your now hard cock touches my thighs. I get up and sit on you. "uh" ... "I just couldn't wait any longer ... good that there is parking!", "oh yes ...". I start circling my pelvis, slowly sliding up to the tip of your penis and then back down again. Your hands grip my buttocks and support my movements with light pressure. My movements get faster, our breathing harder. While your hands wander back to my chest, we kiss passionately. Lots of lightning flash through our abdomen and we keep kissing. I can feel your heavy breath on my upper body. "I needed that now!", Grinning cheekily, I open the door and get up. You have to smile when you see me adjusting my dress. I close the driver's door again and move towards the passenger seat. You can follow my every move in the rearview mirror. You see a mischievous smile from me as I get in next to you. "Now we can go on. Although, you should get dressed again, otherwise you will catch a cold. Hihi". After you have pulled your pants up again and closed them, we drive off again. Your hand will rest on my thigh for the rest of the journey. My hand is on yours and gently caresses it. Again and again you look over at me and give me your sweetest smile. "where is the journey going to?" to be continued