Welcome back to Muse Mondays—my personal adventures is writing erotica!
I took the past few months off for a couple reasons: being very busy with other projects and being a bit burned out on writing. I wish I had the stamina of the erotica writers I know and admire.
That said, I came across this pic on Cara Thereon’s feed and it reminded me of something I really love—car sex! And I particularly enjoy getting up to shenanigans when the car is moving!
Road Trip
“I’ve been looking at your legs ever since we got in the car.”
“Shouldn’t you keep your eyes on the road?”
I would, I really would, but I just can’t keep my eyes off her. I can’t stop looking at her strong, sexy legs, thinking about them wrapped around my head, wrapped around my waist.
“You’re looking again…” she whispers and props her feet on the dash. “Will this make it easier, if I bring them up here?”
My cock immediately stirs in my shorts, and I know she can see it. The talk may be of me gazing longingly at her skin, but I know she’s sneaking peeks at me now too. Focussing on one particular part of her always makes her excited.
“I’m glad you like what you see. I’m glad you like looking at me.” She runs her hands up and down her beautiful legs. On one pass up, she lightly scrapes her nails along the skin, leaving light, white streaks.
I begin to notice her hands rising higher and higher up her thighs. And her fingers are sliding more and more between her legs.
“Maybe you should lose those shorts.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her smile at me. She looks around. Sure, we’re driving through a small town, but she is also hot and thrilled. Slowly, she slips her legs back down to the floor. And once they arrive I hear the slow hum of her zipper. Fortunately, I get a red light and watch her slide the shorts down to the floor.
Dressed only in a sweatshirt, her eyes dart all around. She’s nervous, she’s wondering if any one can see, but she’s also dipping her finger between her lips.
The light turns green and I accelerate a bit quickly. Part excitement, part desire to have her slip those fingers deeper into her cunt. I didn’t really have to do that though, she’s already got two fingers deep inside her—and a wicked smile on her face.
“Can you reach me? Do you want to see how wet I am?” Her fingers glide up and start circling her swollen clit. I waste no more time and take up the space formerly filled with her fingers. She is so wet and so tight already. I love feeling her pussy tense and pulse as she gets closer and closer to cumming.
I don’t think I’ll have to wait too long for her orgasm. While I have to ensure we stay on the road, I can’t help taking quick looks at both our hands working her vulva. My cock is hard, throbbing and my impulse is to floor the excitement. It is becoming very difficult to maintain my focus on the road.
Especially when she explodes. With her head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open and moaning she bears down on my fingers and writhes through one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever seen her experience. She pants and braces her legs. Her fingers still fly on her clit and I fuck her with mine as best I can while trying to keep up on the road.
After a long, hot moment, she starts to settle down. At first she doesn’t take my fingers from her cunt, but I do, grudgingly pull them away. After a quick lick, I put it back on the steering wheel.
“Mmmmmm, your hand felt so good with mine.” Her eyes are glazed and her cheeks are flushed.
“Damn good thing we don’t have a stick.”
