going on a drive with you is never just going on a drive. it’s not just travelling from A to B.
the air thickens when we’re close like this, you driving and me in the passenger seat. perhaps we both recognise the opportunity? perhaps we both just enjoy these moments alone, the two of us moving towards something. together. your hand resting on my thigh, my fingers trailing across yours, mapping the outline of each one. you’ll squeeze the top of my leg and i feel it in the deepest parts of me. like a shot of electricity. it feels like i’m awake. it feels so fucking good. the music will be playing as usual, filling the charged silence, and we’ll be talking about something utterly mundane.
the weather is so nice today!
what’s the plan for when we get there?
fancy anything for dinner tonight?
all the while, our mind is on what we really want to say.
touch my pussy over my clothes?
do you think people will see if you bend me over the backseat and fuck me, standing outside the car door?
but we don’t say these things. we keep looking ahead, because we don’t need to voice it. you and i, we think alike. you’ll slide your hand up higher, curving into my inner thigh as you go, knowing what we both want to happen here. you’ll be teasingly slow, and i’ll be making a mess of my underwear in no time. my cunt will be throbbing when you decide enough is enough, and you find a place to pull the car over. i’d be out the door and getting into the backseat without a word.
so when i climb on top of you, spread my knees on either side of yours, wrap my hands around your neck, and lower myself down onto your cock, it will slide in so fucking easy baby. why? because i’m built to take all of you. you’ll fuck me so good, so full, that i’ll stop caring about the people driving past, catching glimpses of me bouncing on your cock like a good girl should. my moans filling up what space there is between us, i become brainless in that moment. you can use, and fuck, and fill me however you like. and as all self control slips, and you grip onto my hips and push me down harder, fucking yourself up into me, i surrender myself completely to the moment. to the feeling of you.
we’ll eventually find our way back to the front seats of the car, you leaking down my leg, a pleasant soreness within me. and it will feel so right, so natural, to continue heading to where we need to go, with your hand resting back on my thigh and my fingers covering yours like they were before.
this is why a drive is never just a drive.