Road trip with a (female) happy ending [MF] [public]

A few summers ago, in our early 20’s, my boyfriend and I took advantage of a pleasantly warm (for Britain) Sunday afternoon and decided to drive to a lake a couple of hours away. The drive wasn’t particularly special – we talked, joked, played our favourite music obscenely loud, and watched while the scenery got progressively more rural and more beautiful.

When we arrived, we parked the car so we were overlooking the lake and a bit of lower grassland where people were walking by or sitting. We got out of the car, wind pulling gently through my long, wavy brunette hair that I’d left loose, and rustling my skirt around my thighs. I don’t often wear skirts, but I’d made the effort seeing as the sun had too. My boyfriend smiled at me; he has a gorgeous smile. I sighed happily, taking his hand, and wandered to the water’s edge. Other people were around, paddling or kayaking – some were more hardcore and actually swimming. The sun might have been out but the water would not be warm. I leaned my head against his shoulder; I wasn’t particularly short, but he still stood a head taller than me. He wrapped his arm around my waist, his thumb running light circles on a patch of exposed skin on my hip, his finger occasionally dipping under my waistband. My skin tingled where he touched it.

He looked down at me, blue eyes to my brown, before I watched them travel to my lips. A little smirk, and I leaned upwards. The kiss was chaste, but lingering and warm. We carried on walking, occasionally skipping the odd stone, admiring the beauty of the hills in the distance and hearing sheep in nearby fields. The wind was picking up a little more, enough that I was conscious of my skirt blowing up. He grinned at my fidgeting, and slipped his hand from my hip to cup my ass, effectively halting my skirt from blowing up with the added benefit of a cheeky squeeze. I laughed and skipped forwards a bit, starting to head back towards the car – the temperature had started to fall and I was getting goosebumps.

We sat in our seats, but with the doors open, trying to enjoy the good weather as much as possible. We started people-watching, pointing out those we considered attractive and tried to come up with some kind of story to match them. His hand was resting just above my knee, but it didn’t take me long to notice that he was slowly moving his way further upwards, slipping his fingers under my skirt when it got in his way. I bit the inside of my lip and looked at him; he was looking forwards out of the windscreen, but his smile got bigger when he knew I was watching. At that moment his fingers reached the outside of my underwear, and oh-so-gently pressed his finger to my clit. It sent a shot of tingles from there up my spine – the strength of the feeling took me by surprise. My sharp intake of breath was the signal for us to shut the car doors, but the windows were still see-through. There was a car to the left of us with another couple busily seeing to something or another, and a group of friends sat lounging a little way in front. He kept stroking me through my underwear, the sensations getting stronger until my hips started bucking into his hand to get more friction. My breathing had quickened, and I was very warm – I could also feel my very sensitive nipples rubbing against the fabric of my bra. Normally he’d play with them quite extensively, but on this occasion we didn’t want to draw that much attention.

He hooked his fingers into my underwear and pulled them down – I helped take them off completely and opened my legs a bit further. The resulting feeling was incredible: he slipped a finger into my very wet pussy and dragged my juices around my clit in smooth, gentle circles. He periodically quickened and slowed his pace, allowing me to build but stopping me just in time. It was maddening. People kept walking close by; it was difficult to keep my face from showing too much pleasure, and to stay quiet – I’m a pretty vocal person.. *fuck* it was hot. My pussy was dripping, and my clit was completely hard I was so turned on. I could tell he was enjoying himself, and I could see his jeans had tightened around his crotch, but I also knew it would be too obvious to try to return the favour just yet. The time between building me up was getting shorter, and my muscles starting clenching of their own accord to try to find the release.. My body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, holding myself upright for better access. “Please..” My whispered moan was barely off my lips when his pace didn’t slow as it had before. The tingling was at its strongest, all of my muscles tightened as much as they could, I was at the top..when I slipped over the edge, the release I’d been wanting came; my pussy throbbed with the intensity of the orgasm, my body quivering with pleasure. My breaths were ragged and started slowing as the sensations levelled out. His fingers had moved down to my opening now, feeling how warm and wet I was. He brought his finger up and licked it clean, looking intently at me while he did so while I smiled lazily. I wouldn’t have been surprised if people had seen us at that point, but I was past caring.

It was then that I realised he’d masterfully played me with his left hand: he’s right-handed.

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