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Bridge Group -- Chapter Three:

Chapter Three -  The  Road Trip

During the next week, I had made tentative, joking
references and innuendoes about how good our sex had been
after Danny’s stargazing visit.  Joanne resisted the thought
that it had made her excited.  For my part, I was equally
sure that I was right.  The heightened excitement had
brought her back into the good sex partner of our courtship
and early married years.  It was a great discovery as far as
I was concerned.

And so, it should be no surprise that my waking hours were
haunted with plotting how to arrange the next adventure.
Though I had a number of fledgling plans, as is frequently
the case, fate arranged the next one by an accident.

The phone interrupted dinner. Joanne checked the caller ID
and then took the call.

“It’s Janet, I better take it.”  She slipped around the
corner into the other room and I continued my dinner.  I was
reading a Washington Post article about Enron and didn’t pay
attention to the early conversation.   As I finished it up,
however, I heard the end of the conversation.

“NO, it’s no trouble at all, Janet.  Don’t even give it
another thought.  We are going to be right there.  We plan
to come back on Sunday evening.  It’s perfect.  No, no
bother at all.  Glad to have him.”

My ears perked up at the way that exchange ended.  I waited
expectantly.

“Looks like we’ll have company on the drive back from
Mother’s house!”

She bit back a tiny smile, but I caught it.  “Oh?”

“Yes, Danny needs a ride back from school next weekend.   It
isn’t even out of our way, so I told Janet we’d be glad to
pick him up.  It’ll be company for the drive home.  OK?”
She turned to her dinner and I pondered the implications and
the possibilities.

“Oh, sure.  Fine.”  I said.  “The only thing is, I ….  Well,
we can take the other car.”

“What?  Why is that?”

“Oh, nothing really, I don’t like to get the Mercedes wet
inside.  That’s all.”  I was trying to keep my face
straight.

“Wha .. at?” she looked at me like quizzically.

“Oh, you know.  Danny gets so overheated.  I might have to
throw a bucket of water over him if he is in the car with
you for an hour or so.”  I let my smile widen, waiting for
her to look up.

She fought back the smile, in spite of herself.  “Don’t be
silly.  Why do you say things like that?  You are crazy!  He
thinks of me as his maiden auntie.”

I had the distinct impression that she was enjoying the
thought of teasing Danny and of his attention to her.  I had
caught her when her guard was down, having just heard this
news and still thinking it over herself.  On the other hand,
maybe I was just building the case up in my own mind?

 I had the weekend to plan a way to drive the excitement
level higher and higher.  It wasn’t clear just how I could
turn this to my pleasure.

Early Saturday morning we set off on what is normally a
little over an hour’s drive.  “Klik and Klak,The Tappit
Brothers program was on the radio.

“Where are you?”  Joanne asked as we neared her Mother’s
house.

“OH, sorry, did you say something?”  I had been so deep in
thought that I missed her comment.

“Nothing, I just wondered what mental adventure you were off
on.  You haven’t answered my last couple questions.”

“Sorry.”  I shrugged off my reverie.  “I was just thinking
that I need to go down to an electronics store on the way
home.  It’s on the other side of town.  I was thinking, if
we can get away, maybe we time it to pick up Danny at school
and then have dinner before driving back?”

“Oh, sure.  Maybe we can go to that little place by the
campus.  What was it called?”

“Ciaou.” Wasn’t it?  The Italian place with the balcony?”

“No its name is ..    We haven’t been there in years!
That’ll be great!”

Did I hear wheels rolling in her pretty head?  She slipped
her hand onto my thigh and when I put my hand on hers, she
moved it onto her leg.  I pressed her skirt a little higher
and let my hand rest against her pussy.   Her panties were
moist and warm over her pussy.  I said nothing. Once in
awhile, I do know enough to keep my thoughts to myself.

Since we were now at Mom’s house, I took the little gesture
as very promising for the end of the weekend.  Joanne looked
at me over her glasses as I my hand lingered against her
pussy for a minute after I parked the car.  Reluctantly, I
withdrew it and frowned playfully at her as I opened the
door.

“Hi, Mom, how ya doing?” I called.

The weekend was full of errands and little household chores.
We  were finished up, and ready to depart by about 4 in the
Afternoon on Sunday.  Another hour and the car was packed
with the things which inevitably had to be taken home from
Joanne’s mother’s house.  It never failed.  I groused and
complained that we didn’t need any more goddamn baskets, and
certainly did not need that unopened box of bar glasses that
were “just sitting here gathering dust!”  By the time we
pulled out, the trunk was full and there were some things in
the back seat of the Mercedes.

“I hope Danny doesn’t have much luggage!” I said, much too
late to have any effect.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that.  I don’t think so, though,”
She said full of confidence.
“We’ll find a way!”

At dinner, Joanne was once again very animated in
conversation with Danny.  Danny’s cheeks were flushed, I
noticed.  I was generous with Joanne’s drinks, but as the
driver, I had to stay sober.  It was also easier to keep my
plot moving.

“Oh, sorry, Mrs Williams, was that you I kicked?”  Danny
said.  The long white table cloth concealed any hint of
whether a game of footsie had begun and Danny was just not
used to the rules of engagement.

“Oh, that’s OK sweetheart, I walk on them too,” she joked.
Danny recoiled slightly meaning that she had nudged him with
her foot in silent rebuttal.

It had not occurred to me earlier, but now I noticed that
Joanne had dressed a little high-toned for a trip home; She
still wore the pleated navy blue silk skirt and nearly see-
through white blouse on that she had worn to church in the
morning.   Interesting, I thought, then enjoyed a secret
smile known only to myself.  Alert to the game, now, I
watched as she flirted with our young friend.  As she talked
and smiled her bright crimson smile, she touched his arm
while her other hand fiddled with a blouse button.

She fiddled and fiddled with that second button, and her
talk became more animated as she finished her second glass
of wine.  The gesture drew attention to the round breasts
pressing the bounds of the nylon blouse.  The lace of her
white bra was elegantly gleaming through, promising
delightful treasures concealed, yet not concealed.  I
signaled the waiter for another glass of wine and a beer for
Danny.  When I turned back, I noticed that Joanne was now
fiddling with the next lower button. The second now being
open, exposing a delicately tanned expanse that included the
well-defined beginning of her cleavage.

The new bra, which I had watched her buy yesterday, pushed
her breasts upward and slightly together.  An opulent twin
bulge, not obvious, but more hinted at than anything.  It
was an engaging sight, beautiful in its subtlety.  She
leaned toward Danny now, legs tucked under her chair and
chin on her hands.  It was the classic flirting pose from
all those old cigarette ads, I thought.  I could feel
exciting warmth begin in my own groin, so I could just
imagine the effect this was having on Danny.  His face was
still slightly flushed with pleasure.

Would she unbutton yet another of those little buttons?   I
watched with wonder and noticed that the blouse now gapped
forward a little, allowing a little of the lacy bra to show,
straining under its load.  Danny’s eyes kept stealing little
looks, darting away from her captivating eyes.

“By the way, Danny, how much luggage will we be bringing?
I’m afraid I loaded up the trunk a little bit already.?

“A little bit?” I protested, “you mean you filled it!”  I
have a tendency to grumble on the subject of carrying junk
home.

“Well, nevermind!” she exulted,  “we always manage,
somehow.”

“There are a few things.  Hope it isn’t too much.” Danny
said, a little cowed.

As the bottom of the third glass of wine came into view, I
noted that she unbuttoned the little third button, casually,
as her hand reached for the glass.  She tilted the glass up,
hinting for another and the view was lovely.  There is
something so totally sensual and seductive about a blouse
opened to reveal the space between two lovely breasts and
the lace trimmed edge of a bra.  It is like looking into the
white-hot heat of a blast furnace to me.  The sight is
breathtaking.  You want it not to end.  It fills you with
awe at the overwhelming beauty of nature.  The lapels of the
blouse stand open, gaping forward slightly, letting you know
that it is intended, not just an accident.  Wonderful.

“We really should be going, soon.”   I noticed through the
front widow that darkness had fallen.  “Don’t want to be too
late.”

It would take a little longer with these hints before Joanne
swung her legs out from under the table an announced she was
ready for the journey.  She tucked her blouse into the band
of her skirt.  We could both take pleasure in the sight of
her nipples, firm and prominent as they moved in little
circles under the blouse.  Her breasts looked high and firm
and lovely.

Well, as you might guess, the pile of things we needed to
find space for in the car was too much for the Mercedes.
Still we packed and repacked until at last it was clear that
the back seat was going to be full too.  I grumbled.

“Look, just fill the back seat.  I can sit on Danny’s lapin
the front.  Is that OK, Danny?”

Joanne is never daunted by things like this and especially
not daunted after four glasses of wine?  “Remember?  We used
to do that all the time in the old days!” she nattered on,
rather gaily.   “That is, if you think you can stand me on
your lap for a couple hours, Danny?”  She held his arm and
looked up into his eyes with a big smile.

“Uh, oh, sure.  No problem.”  He was careful not to smile
too widely, not wanting to let his pleasure seem too
obvious.

“OK, we’ll try it.   We can stop from time to time, I
guess.” I said, helpfully.

Now you see what I mean by some plans being outdone by
accidental factors.  “This is going to be an interesting
ride,  I thought.”

As I slipped behind the wheel, I had to wonder if it was
accidental at all. Could she have been planning this all
along?  I didn’t really think so.  But then, we didn’t
really need to have brought along some of that junk from her
Mom’s.  Ah, well, never mind, I was anticipating a night of
hyper sex after a couple hours of lap sitting.  I couldn’t
have worked a better plan if I had tried.

I watched with amusement as Danny pushed the seat as far
back as it would go against the things packed into the back
seat.  Joanne was wearing a full skirt which came just to
her knees and it slipped up the nylon of her pantyhose as
she crouched her way into the car and onto the waiting lap
of Danny.  I could see the impression of his cock, already
prominent along the leg of his tight jeans as she leaned one
hand on his thigh and slipped into position.  She pulled the
skirt down and draped it demurely around her legs.

“There, how’s that?” she announced.  “OK, Danny?  Am I too
heavy.”

“No, not at all, Mrs Williams, not at all.  Really.”

He held his arms away from contact by putting one across to
my seat back and the other, well, I don’t know where the
other was.  He must have been holding it down along the side
of the seat.

Joanne scrunched against him, looking back over her shoulder
with a smile.

“Hey, pretty comfortable!” she laughed.

“Are you going to be OK that way?” I muttered, concern in my
voice.

“Sure!  We’re OK, right Danny?”

And so we were off.  The outskirts of town drifted behind us
and we were left in the darkness of the freeway.

“Danny, you can’t be comfortable with your arm up like that.
Don’t worry, I won’t bite!”  She took his arm and put it on
the console beside her.  “There, that’s better, isn’t it?”
I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she later put her
arm down along the console in contact with his muscular and
hairy arm too.

“Is your leg going to sleep?  Here, I’ll move to the other
one.” She said, and my mind lingered on the thought of her
silk skirt slipping seductively over her pantyhose as she
squirmed against her seatmate.

There we were in the dark, in the close quarters of the
front seat, with very sensual squirming going on and a
definite sexual overtone hanging in the air.  I found it
very exciting just thinking about the possibilities.  I knew
that he must have a hell of a hard-on and just as surely,
Joanne would have noticed it probing against the warm curves
of her bottom.  Her willingness to shift her position must
have felt like a wonderful fondling movement to both of
them.

His firm body must have felt good to her as she moved over
his body.  Her warmth and delightful soft curves would have
sent great shivers radiating from his thighs and even his
stomach where her bottom would feel fleshy and silky.

In spite of my attention to the road, I found time to scan
the scene quickly from time to time.  I noted that his arm
on the console was now pressed lightly against her thigh
since her last adjustment of her position.  I could imagine
the feeling of silk skirt swishing against the nylon of her
pantyhose. Actually, the thought of it made the hair on the
back of my neck stand on edge, too.

I was awash in the pleasure of the voyeur.

As the journey progressed, Joanne’s upright position became
tiresome.

“OK if I lean back a little?” she asked.

“Sure.” He muttered in a voice that was choked and full of
the excitement of sexual tension.

“Oh, that’s better.”  I looked over to see that she had
assumed a position leaning partly on Danny and partly on the
door, facing toward me at about a 45 degree angle.  Her
breasts were dusky mountains in the lights of passing cars.
Her blouse opened a view of her bra as her shoulders curved
to fit the angle of her seat back.

“Here, Danny, put your arm around here.  Isn’t that better?
We’re old friends, after all.”

I glanced over as she positioned his right hand on her right
hip so that his arm was cradled across the tops of her
thighs.  My mind was reeling with evil thoughts of what was
happening where their bodies fitted  together.  I thought of
how their body heat would be churning up the sexual
feelings. No matter how innocent her intentions might have
been, there was no doubt that the excitement was there.  I
thought that I could even smell the hint of sex wafting up
from the warmth of their groins, but I allowed that that was
probably just my overactive mind.

We stopped for gas and gave them a chance to stretch their
legs a little.  Joanne headed for the ladies room.

Danny was uncomfortable.  He turned away, and I could see
that he was adjusting his pants over the bulging erection
still troubling his jeans.  I knew that he would be feeling
guilty for the pleasure he was taking in having my wife
squirm sexily in his lap while I was occupied with my
driving.   So, I talked about something or other to make him
more comfortable.  I smiled and laughed; making sure that no
tension was displayed.

Joanne came out looking bright and smiling.  She exhibited
that glowing good cheer which the wine always imparted.

“Well, should we fold ourselves back into our seat,
partner?” she giggled.

Danny slipped into the seat, legs spread, and waited with
his hands apart, tempted to grasp her waist.  .  Joanne
again took his hand and pulled it across her body as she
snuggled into his body.

“What do you think, Danny? Not so bad, is it?”

“No, fine.” He said tentatively.

“After all it isn’t every day that a girl gets all this time
in the lap of such a hunk!  I think I’m starting to enjoy
this!  Want us to come get you every time you come home?”
She laughed and looked at me, searching my eyes.

“Uh, me too.” He said.  I thought about how shy he seemed.
I knew that inside he wanted to scream, “Yes, every time!”

“Yeah, no problem.”  I said reassuringly.  I could feel her
eyes on me and the hint of a smile on her face.  As I waited
for traffic to clear, I looked down at her knee in the light
of the street lamp. Something was different.  Suddenly I
realized that she had taken off her stockings. I was sure
she had not taken off her panties, but the thought rolled
around in my mind for a time.

Again, I smiled to myself, thinking of the possibilities if
she were more outwardly sexual.  I found myself adjusting my
cock under my pants once again.  I was at that stage of semi-
hardness that is a pleasure to linger in for long periods of
time.  That is, a pleasure if it eventually leads to some
form of release.

Joanne leaned forward, her legs spread wide under the full
skirt.  “Hope nobody minds, but I need to get out of these
heels.”  First one pump and then the other came off and were
handed to Danny.  “Put these in the back, will you?  Oh,
wait .. ”   I glanced over as she rummaged in the slash
pocket of the skirt and then tucked her pantyhose in one
shoe and handed it back to Danny.  There the poor kid was,
his fingers fondling her pantyhose freshly warmed by the
soft body he had been pressed so tightly against.  I thought
he would choke.  His body moved under her as her stretched
an arm back to drop the shoes in the back.

His arm circled Joanne’s waist again and this time, she
rested hers on his, her hand covering his hand on her hip.
I still couldn’t see his other hand, but surely, he was
inventive enough to tuck in between her thigh and the seat.
I still wondered if she had taken off her panties, too.

We were nearing home now.

“Looks like you are going to make it, Danny.  Or have I
squashed you completely!”

I had the feeling that she was slightly short of  breath as
she said this.  I realized that the sexual tension of the
last hour or so must surely have her very wet between her
legs.  My thoughts were of parting those thighs and
exploring that happy space with my tongue as soon as
possible.

“No, .. no, it’s been .. fine.  Really.” He muttered
quietly.

We unloaded the car and left Danny to cart it in the house.

Joanne kissed his cheek and said.  “Give us a call for taxi
service anytime, you handsome devil.”  She turned and
slipped into the car, her knees still outside the car.  She
swung first one leg and then the other into the car, her
skirt screaming up to mid thigh and her blouse giving Danny
one more thing to think about in his lonely bed tonight.

“He’s such a nice boy, isn’t he?” she said, smiling at me as
I backed out of the driveway.

“Didn’t get you all excited, did he, darling?” I said, the
mischief finally bubbling uncontrollably out of me.

“What?  Oh, don’t be silly.  You are always getting those
stupid ideas.”

I could sense her smile in the darkness.  We traveled
silently for a few minutes.

“Or are you trying to talk me into it?” she said archly.

“Hmmmm. Interesting thought.”

She giggled and I felt her hand on my thigh.  She found me
in my semi-hard state and her hand felt good as it explored
the firmness of my cock through the trousers.

“Hmmm, what is this?  What has you hard already?”

“Maybe just the thought of you squirming against Danny.  I
could think of all kinds of possibilities, you know.”

“Oh, like what?” she punched my arm playfully.  “Come on,
like what?” she insisted.

“Oh, you know.  If I were his age and a lovely, mature,
soft, sexy, attractive, sensual, pretty, round, body were
squirming against me for a long drive, … well …” I trailed
off, not pushing it.

“Oh,  … what?” she repeated.  “I wasn’t squirming, .. not
exactly.  Just didn’t want to get him all cramped up.”
Again I sensed her smile, liquid and lipstick bright.

Her hand came back to my cock, now even harder to her touch.
She fondled the head of it and I felt her kiss against my
neck.

“Let’s go park someplace and I’ll squirm against you, big
boy.”  She squeezed harder, making my cock feel wonderful
and powerful.  Her skirt was in her lap now and I slipped my
hand along her bare thigh.

I turned into a country lane near our house and drove a mile
or so.  She unzipped my  pants and reached inside, fondling
my cock and balls under my jockey shorts.  Her tongue was in
my ear and I sped up a little looking for a lonely part of
the road.

I was surprised when Joanne moved downward as she loosed my
cock from its confinement.  The cool night air on the damp
head of my cock was thrilling.  Suddenly her mouth was over
the head of my cock and I felt her swirl her tongue around
it, wet and warm.  I gasped.  I couldn’t recall her ever
having given me a blowjob in the car since before we were
married. I tried to recall if she had even then.

You can never find a lonely part of the road when you need
it.  All the houses seemed to be ablaze with light.  I eased
to a stop between the Websters’ farmhouse and the Millers
place, where there was just one lighted window on the second
floor.

“Are you going to come over here in the ‘jump’ seat with
me?” she whispered.

I got out of the car and slipped in on the other side,
letting Joanne settle back into the same position she had
occupied with Danny.

“There, now, comfy?”

“It ain’t bad, baby!” I said.  “Now what were the
instructions again?  Where can my hand go?”

“Oh, stop!  If you make smart cracks, I won’t play with you!
I was only making it comfortable for everyone.”

“Now we need someone to drive.” I said.

“We can at least turn the engine on.” She said.  Aren’t you
afraid someone will come along?  What if someone comes?” she
sounded nervous.  The thought of it added to the sexual
excitement.

I felt her shift her soft bottom against my groin while she
reached to re-start the car and turn on the CD player.

She put my arm across her and placed my hand on her hip as
she had with Danny.

“Here, Danny, put your arm around here.  Isn’t that better?
We’re old friends after all.”  She slipped easily into the
role, repeating her instructions.

She put my right hand on her right hip so that my arm was
cradled across the tops of her thighs.  My mind was reeling
with the same evil thoughts as when Joanne and Danny’s
bodies had been pressed close.  The body heat churned up the
sexual feelings held silent in my groin for all this drive.
I could definitely smell the hint of sex  wafting up from
the warmth of our groins.

Joanne squirmed her bottom against my prick and moved so
that her crease was straddling my right leg.

“There Danny, is that better?  So the other one doesn’t go
to sleep?”

I could feel the intense heat of her soft crease along the
top of my thigh and my cock was now pressed hard against her
soft bun.  The silky dress made it easy for her to slip
sensually against my leg.  I slipped my hand down the curve
of her hip and felt the silk skirt rucked up in her lap.
Slowly, my hand slipped under the tented fabric.  Joanne’s
tongue found mine and we dueled softly.  The flavor of
lipstick exploded in my mouth like a great wine.

“Oh, Danny, what are you doing?” she giggled, as my hand
found the plump treasure of her mound.  At last I knew the
answer to my question.  She had not taken her panties off in
the service station.

“Oh, sorry, Mrs Williams.” I said, laughing into her mouth.

“It’s OK, Danny.  We’re old friends.  I didn’t say you had
to stop.  Her tongue leapt deep into my mouth probing along
side my own tongue.  My hand cupped her mound  and I felt
her slam it against me.

“Ohhh…. ..,” She moaned.

Her panties were drenched.  The length of my index finger
slipped against the crease of her pussy, spreading her
delicate folds under the satin panties.  I slipped one
finger under the elastic and eased into the oozing wet
softness.  It slipped into her vagina and I pressed it
against that lump beneath her clitoris and pressed her
clitoris under my thumb.  It was like rolling a ball bearing
in wonderfully creamy oil.

Now, we could both smell her sex drifting aggressively up
between our bodies.  A car approached from the rear and I
felt her tense a little bit.  It did not slow and our
petting continued.  I took my finger from her pussy just as
Frank Sinatra was crooning ‘My Funny Valentine’.  I brought
my fingers to our lips and we tasted her pussy juices for a
moment.  She aggressively sucked my wet finger into her
mouth, then turned to slip her tongue into my mouth.

I slipped my hand into her blouse.  Her nipple was hard and
I tweaked it through the soft bra.

“ I thought you might have taken your panties off when you
took your hose off?  … Mrs Williams,” I added with a grin.

She punched my arm again.

“I thought you might wonder that, Danny. I left them so you
could take them off when you wanted to.”

Her voice was husky and laden with the sexy thoughts she was
having about Danny.

“Or do you want me to take them off, for you, dear?  I will
if you want me to.  I’ll take them off for you and give them
to you.  If you want?”  She was pressing her cheeks against
my rigid cock now, rutting against my hardness.

“Here, darling Danny, you can take my little panties off.”
She moved my hand to her panties again and led them
downward.  She lifted off my lap and then, when they were
down just to below the vee of her body and the dark triangle
of her curls was in view, she said.  “Do you like them?  I
think they are pretty, don’t you? “ She leaned back and
whispered this in my ear.

“Yes.”  I managed to mumble, my eyes on her pretty pussy and
the sight of her breasts now jutting out from the open
blouse.

“I bought them just for you.” she whispered.

“Arrrgghhhh…” I moaned.

“Those and the bra, I bought them yesterday just for you,
Danny.  Do you like the bra, too?”

I thrust my cock tight into comfort of her buns, then
reached between us to push it down so that it was between
her legs.

Joanne gasped as the head of it slipped past her vagina
entrance and wet glans came against her clitoris, rich with
creamy juices.

“DANNY, .. what’s that?  What are you doing, sweetheart?”

She scooped her breasts out of the cups of her bra.  The
white bra gleamed in the moonlight, pressing the mounds high
on her chest and letting the hard nipples, now dark and ripe
looking, stand out as if on snow covered mountains.

“You do like my bra and panties?” She murmured again.

“Mrs Williams, I LOVE your bra and panties.  And I adore
your nipples, and the way your clitoris presses against my
cock.”

“You are certainly getting bold, Danny.” She chided, and
elbowed me slightly in the ribs.

I felt her fingers on the head of my cock as she pressed me
back along the moist slit of her pussy.  She let her fingers
and the head of my cock play for a moment around her
clitoris, then pressed firmly, until she had me at the
entrance to her vagina.

Another car came toward us from the front and the lights
bathed us like searchlights.  Facing to the front as she
was, Joanne stood out in the light like the prow of a ship,
two breasts boldly pointing to the oncoming driver.  I
thought that she actually sat up a little straighter,
letting him have a brief view of her luscious breasts as he
flashed by.  A horn sounded in salute, farther down the
road.

Just at that moment, she sank down around me in a peak of
excitement.  Her pussy lips parted for me, and my cock
snapped into the tight opening.  She was so hot, it was like
entering a fire for a moment.  An excruciatingly painful
fire ringed my cock and then began soothing the head of it
with warm juices.  Joanne put her hands on my knees and
leveraged herself so that she could thrust up and down on my
shaft.

I have seldom felt so stiff and so rampant as I did at that
moment, feeling all the details of the folds of her vagina
as she slipped firmly up and down.  She was moving and
letting me explore every part of her mysterious cavern;
fondling me and letting herself be fondled.

My hands cupped her breasts and the stimulation brought her
excitement to a new peak as she slammed herself up and down
my thrusting cock.  She pulled one of my hands down to
fondle her clitoris and then she was off again, bouncing up
and down on my cock.

My legs were braced against the floor boards as again and
again she bathed my cock in the tight sleeve of her vagina.
I felt my balls tense and then the first relief of my sperm
charging up into her vagina.  My hands were tight around her
breasts, letting the nipples exposed to the night air as we
struggled together in our orgasms.

“Oh, Danny, you have such a cock.  Such a big cock,
sweetheart.  Ohhh, .. yesssss!”

Joanne slumped against me and let me fondle her breasts
softly, as    we came back down the mountain.

As we drove away, Joanne stood up through the moon roof,
letting the breeze cool the perspiration from her breasts.
A car flashed by, but she didn’t duck out of view, but just
stood there, her hair flying in the breeze and my hand on
her thigh feeling our juices sliding down the inside of her
leg.

I picked up the white panties and tossed them into the night
air through the moon roof.

“Hey, what are you doing?  Those were new1” she screamed
against the roar of the air stream, then ducked back inside
with a quizzical look on her face.

“You bought them to give away, remember?  Well, we might as
well brighten some young man’s day to find your panties.”

She smiled mischievously.

“I wonder if he will imagine anything like the story you
made up?  You’re terrible, you know that?  Absolutely rotten
to the core.”