After we’d been driving for about 5 minutes, without having said a word, I felt Eva’s hand lightly rub up and down my thigh. I turned to look at her and saw strong desire written on her face. I stretched out my hand and began to stroke her thigh, hearing her softly gasp as my hand made contact with her burning flesh. Her hand gently started stroking my cock through my pants and my finger played lightly with her pussy through her bikini bottoms. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter. Driving was becoming a little difficult to concentrate on.
I placed my hand back on the wheel for an upcoming curve and Eva quickly unsnapped my shorts, leaned over and brought her head down. I felt her hot breath on my cock, causing it to rise to its full attention. Her soft, wet, lips slowly engulfed the head and she gently stroked me, all the while maintaining a delicately light suction on the head. We passed numerous cars whilst in this position, but when we passed a semi-trailer the driver glanced down, saw what was happening and sounded his air-horn. Eva suddenly realised she was caught, stopped and sat up. The semi-trailer was still level with us and I turned to her and asked, “do you really want to give him a thrill?”
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She blushed. “How?” she questioned.
“Take your T-shirt and bikini top off.” I said. “And your bottoms. Hike your skirt up and put your foot on the dashboard.”
She quickly did as I asked. Pulling her skirt up, she stretched out a leg to rest on the dashboard. I reached over and started to gently stroke her pussy up and down, every so often slipping my finger deep inside her. Every time I did this she shuddered and moaned. The semi driver was enjoying the show and kept sounding his air-horn every 30 seconds or so. Eva suddenly moaned, “Oh Kris, I’m going to cum!”
I could feel her pussy contract wildly around my finger, as I gently thrust it in and out. She was gripping my hand, using it like a dildo, thrusting deeper and deeper, her moaning steadily increasing in volume. Finally she let out a little scream, her twitching slowed down and she lay back, spent. I gently slipped my finger out of her. The semi driver gave one last long toot, which I replied to, then I sped up, leaving him behind.
After ten minutes or so my cock had gradually softened. Eva was still slumped in her seat. “My God,” she finally panted. “I’ve never cum so hard. What a turn-on.”
“Glad you enjoyed it. Are you sure you didn’t fake it?” I queried with a laugh, knowing that was not the case.
She lightly punched me on the arm as I turned onto the freeway leading to our work.
Once on the freeway I set the cruise control and relaxed a little. Eva’s hand moved back to resume fondling my cock. Again it rose to its full size.
“Would you like me to resume what I was doing before?” Eva asked, batting her eyelashes at me.
“I wouldn’t complain too much.” I replied. “But I don’t want to get too turned on until we get to your place.”
Eva smiled, “OK, I’ll try not to get too carried away.”
With that, she reached over, freed my cock from its confines and gently started to wank it back to its full hardness. Leaning over she engulfed the head with her lips, applying light suction and slowly pumping it back and forth in her mouth. She kept this up for the next ten minutes or so, until I finally gasped, “STOP!”
As her mouth released my cock I panted, “I’m likely to blow any second.”
She grinned up at me. As we were nearing our work her timing was good.
As we to the exit ramp I asked, “Do you want to pick up your car and then go to your place, or shall I drop you here to pick your car up later?”
“Better pick my car up first, I think,” she answered. “I don’t know what condition I’ll be in later,” she said with a wink.
She directed me to her car and I pulled up near it for her to get out. She stepped out, turned back to me and said, “Follow me.”
I moved my car back a little, so she could drive out and followed her. She lived about five minutes away from the shopping centre, so by this time my cock had returned to normal, but I knew it wouldn’t take much to make it rise again. Just thinking of the possibilities made it twitch, so I quickly thought of other topics.
As she parked in the driveway, I parked out the front. I alighted from the car and walked up to the front door where she was standing, trying to put the keys in the lock.
“You’re the first visitor I’ve had in,” Eva said to me. “Please excuse the mess.”
She opened the door and I ushered her in first. There were a few boxes here and there, in various stages of being unpacked, but I had both seen, and experienced, a lot worse, with having moved so many times in my earlier years.
“Would you like a drink of anything?” she offered.
“Are you having something?”
“A Jim Beam and “Coke”, strong.”
“OK then, I’ll join you, thank you” I replied.
I followed her to the kitchen and watched as she made the drinks. She wasn’t kidding about making them strong, probably a 50/50 mix! She handed me my drink and then raised her glass to clink against mine.
“Cheers!”
I answered in kind and we both took a sip. She turned and headed out of the kitchen and I followed her, into the lounge-room, joining her in sitting on the couch. “So you enjoyed Sunnyside then?” I asked.
“It was better than I ever imagined,” she said, taking another sip and nodding. “I felt so free without clothes. Can we go again sometime?”
“Any time you want to and anytime I can find an excuse for my wife.” I said. “But it’s not going to be every weekend.”
“No, of course not.”
“If you like being naked so much, why don’t you do it at home?” I asked.
“I didn’t realise I enjoyed it so much,” she admitted. “But I think at home would be different.”
“Have you ever walked around this house naked? Ever walked to the clothesline without clothes? I’ll bet you even wear a towel from the bathroom to your bedroom.” I chided her.
“No, no and you’re right,” Eva said with a shocked expression on her face, taking a long swig of her drink. “But I’ve never considered not wearing clothes before.”
“Does anyone else have a key to this house?”
“No, just me.”
“Then why not be naked at home?” I questioned. “It’s not like anyone can barge in. And even if the doorbell did ring, you have a peephole to see who it is. If it’s someone you don’t want seeing you naked, then go and put some clothes on before you open it.”
I continued with a smile, “And if it is someone who you want to see you naked, imagine what a fabulous surprise it would be for them!”
“I guess you’re right,” Eva acknowledged. “It’s probably my up-bringing. With having youngsters around all the time I never went nude around the house.”
“Stand up and close your eyes,” I encouraged. Taking another sip of her drink, she did as I requested. I stood up and went over to her. “Now don’t be alarmed,” I cautioned. I raised her T-shirt over her head, with her lifting her arms to assist me.
“Trust me,” I continued, as I undid her bikini top and dropped it, then her skirt, and let it slide to the floor.
I backed off a couple of paces and said, “Now slip your bikini bottoms off. Imagine you’re in your in your bedroom, getting ready for bed.”
As I watched entranced, she slipped out of her bottoms and stood there naked. I moved next to her and took her arm saying, “Open your eyes now. How do you feel?” I asked.
Fluttering her eyes open she breathed, “Not too bad. But having you here helps. What do we do next?” She picked up her drink and finished it.
“OK, follow me.” I gently guided her through the house, her naked and me fully clothed, entering and moving about every room, with me lightly holding her arm all the way. Out the back door we went, walking along the back porch and pausing. I gestured into her backyard and pointed out that it was secluded, with nowhere people could see in.
“See, you’ve nothing to worry about. No-one can spy on you here,” I assured her.
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