I like driving in my car.

Week #173 Christmas far from our minds


After our training session for the half marathon and a game of pool at his local, Jim drove us all home. Beth first, then, of course, he dropped Vic at my place because that’s where he left his car earlier. Vic lived around the corner, consequently, we grew up together.

Jim kissed me goodbye and I cheerfully jumped out of the car and walked up the path to my house – well my parents’ house, waving to both of them. Vic started his vehicle and flashed his lights as Jim drove past him and off down the road. As soon as he was out of sight I hurtled through my gate and jumped in the passenger seat of Vic’s car.

“Where to?” he asked, leaning forward and switching the car stereo on.

“The car park behind the bowling club, should be empty at this time.” I glanced at my watch, it told me it was nearly 11 pm.

Vic smiled and revved the engine as we pulled away.

“Was Beth OK?” I queried, “she seemed a little bit absent, didn’t seem to have her mind on the job when we were training.”

“Ha, you’re a one to talk,  I noticed you were really slow on that last stretch.”

“No, that’s because I was hanging back with her,” I protested.

“Yeah, yeah”, he replied pulling into the empty car park. “Well, it’s her Birthday next week and we have a hotel and show booked in London, so she better be OK for that.”

Hot summers night

We both got out of the car and then directly climbed into the back. It was an excessively warm summer night.

“Ah, treating her, what a good little boyfriend you are,” I teased noticing the gold chain he wore around his neck. Her present to him last Christmas.

As he grabbed the back of my head I could tell Christmas was the furthest thing from his mind.  Pushing his lips against mine he prized my mouth open with his tongue.

Then pulling away slightly, he said, “Stop being such a cow and get your fucking t-shirt off”

I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head.

“That’s better,” he muttered, already reaching behind my back to undo my bra.

My breasts tumbled forward as my bra fell into my lap. His hands were waiting to receive them. Thumbs rubbing over my nipples, and together with his forefinger nipping them roughly.

Now for the real race

I moaned and started for the zip on my jeans, making short work of removing them completely. In one movement I straddled him, putting my hands behind his neck and my mouth on his.

I began to grind my cunt down into his lap as I felt the hardness of his cock pushing back with enthusiasm.

“You are a sexy bitch” he murmured lifting one of my breasts to his lips and sucking and toying with the nipple.

I could feel my slit dripping into my knickers. I leaned back and undid the button on his fly, stroking the velvety skin of his shaft as I released his cock.

The sound of dreams, a recent chart hit, filled the air, as I wriggled forward and at the same time pulled the gusset of my panties to one side. With my other hand, I felt for his cock and placed it at the entrance to my opening. His knob felt hot and alive nestling into my hole. Putting his hands on my hips he pushed them down as he thrust upwards.

“That’s better,” I mouthed. Holding on to the top of the seat back I began to pulse up and down on his lap. He moved his hands round and began exploring my arse, one finger slipping into its gap. He kept it there as we moved in unison.

Light me up

The moon, progressing with its ascent, was now glowing through the side window making a spectacle of my breasts. Taking the weight of them in his hands, he squeezed, with an intense look of lust in his eyes. Putting my head back I knew, metaphorically speaking, I was on the last lap of my sprint, just how I liked it, fast and hot – not slow and deliberate like a marathon.

Sensations were building as I pushed and ground down on his cock, getting it exactly where I wanted. As I came, my climax throbbed from my cunt, through my stomach, up to my brain. I moaned and shuddered with delight.

I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Come on fill me up – you know it’s what you want.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His eyes rolled back in his head and he jerked heavily upwards emitting a growl from his mouth. Slumping down into the seat he sighed, “Hmm, you’re divine.”

Homeward Bound

We dressed quickly, and really feeling the balmy heat of the summer, undid our car windows.

In silence, he drove me home.

Once out of the car I poked my head through the window and said, “Don’t forget we are double dating on Saturday. Jim and I can pick you and Beth up if that’s easier?”

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9 thoughts on “I like driving in my car.”

  1. Oh yes, car sex! I like it! And… the idea of a double date too. Would love to know what happens during the double date 😉

    Rebel xox

  2. Car sex! Bad behaviour! I remember it well and you bring it to life so wonderfully. This post was very distracting. Thanks!
    Indie xx

  3. Wonderful hot car sex May. You had me teetering on the edge with lines like ‘my breasts tumbled out’ and ‘sucking and toying with the nipple’. You showed no mercy and by the end I was exhausted and drained. CP x

  4. A very hot story May, beautifully written.
    (I was tapping furiously at the audio icon at the top, hoping I’d hear your dulcet tones as you read the story aloud)
    (and by ‘dulcet tones’ I mean ‘sexy voice’)

  5. I am completely lost in the image because that is the car my dad had for 30+ years. He drove it off the forecourt brand new and kept it for all those years. I even used to drive it when I was younger. Whenever I see one it makes me smile. (sorry I know it is not about the story but the picture just captivated me)


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