You pick me up in your Ferrari, its bright yellow sheen reflecting on my pale skin like sunlight. You wear a new navy suit, and I see it in all its glory when you step out of the driver’s seat. You admire my red dress, the maroon velvet clinging to my curves like it was painted on. My red hair cascades like waves around my face, and my dark lipstick perfectly frames my rosebud lips. You say *Happy Valentines* *Day* and tell me I look beautiful, and I blush because I know I do. You take my hand and lead me away from the footpath towards the car, its sheen looking brighter the closer I get. You tell me to be careful, because my heels are high and the car is low and you don’t want to see my pretty little face hurt. I climb into the seat, delicately trying to keep my legs together and stay as innocent as I pretend to be.
I needn’t have bothered. My thighs part anyway as I climb in and flash you my lace underwear. They are so sheer it’s like i’m not wearing any at all. I see the way your Navy pants tighten at the crotch as you pretend not to look. You don’t say anything, but you think to yourself, *did I really just see that*? And you did, because I chose them on purpose. I want you can see right through them. You take a deep breath and make your way back to the driver’s seat, your suit looking dashing as you walk.
You climb back into the car, and flash me the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen. You caress and grip the wheel in a way that tells me that tonight you are in control. You turn the key and the engine revs in response. Her purr is smooth and loud and I didn’t know the hum of the car would feel so good. You pull out into the road and all eyes are on us, the yellow ferrari weaving through downtown like we have somewhere important to be. Our reservation is at 9, but we have time to kill and you decide to take the scenic route instead. You turn off the main road and head to the waterfront, where the dark water glistens in the moonlight. Romantic.
You look over at me again and smile, and I know you are taking us to the place with the view we always walk to. We drive down closer to the water, admiring how still and quiet it is at this time of night. We come here often, feeding the ducks and watching the planes land on the open water. We admire the view for a moment, and wonder if there is anyone else taking a valentines date here tonight. You think about the dinner we have planned, and the steak you’ve been craving for weeks. Hungry, you look over at me and remember how tight my red dress is, and how sheer my panties were. You say something about the time, but you’ve already decided you want to fuck me here instead.
It’s not like I hadn’t noticed. When you picked me up I watched with wanting eyes as you gripped the gears with your big hands. I’m sure you saw me spread my legs in my seat, begging you to grip me instead. I saw your eyes shoot down to my cleavage, and I caressed my chest to tease you. You already know what I have on underneath, but you’re still dying to check again just to be sure. You look at me again and the tension is thick and voluptuous, and I want to roll the window down to see if it’s really caused by just us. Finally, I say to you, almost in a whisper ‘‘*We’re not going to make Dinner are we*?’, and I’m scared to say it, because I know that when I do, it’s all on. Immediately you pull over, parking in the closest spot. I wonder if there could still be people around, but in a way that’s what makes it fun.
You lock the car doors and reach over and kiss me, pushing your lips hard against mine, and I can feel how much you want me. Your facial hair scrubs against my soft face and makes me feel dirtier than I did before. I feel your hands move down and caress my thighs like I’ve ached for. Your hands climb higher up my legs, teasing me with anticipation. You move my panties aside and run your fingers up and down my crease, searching for me. You finally slip your fingers inside me, and are shocked at how wet and warm I already am. My eyes are wide like saucers as they beg you to go deeper into me. You slip in another finger, and then bring your thumb over to my clit and tease me more. I shake as ripples of heaven filter through me. I want to touch you too, and I move my feet over to rub your crotch. I can’t reach far enough, and you won’t let me. You want to please me first.
Your hands move faster, reacting to my need for you. I want nothing more than for you to be inside me, and I can barely take it anymore. ‘*How do you wanna fuck me?*’ I ask, prepared to do whatever it takes to make you feel good. You bite your lips and say ‘*Come on top of me*’. Your tone is forceful and desperate, and I am happy to oblige. You pull my panties off, still shocked at how little fabric there is to them. You sink back lower in your seat, pulling it back to make more room. I shuffle over to your side, the cramped space more noticeable as I move. I didn’t realize the car was so tight, but that shouldn’t be a problem, because so am I.
I sit in your lap, feeling your hard dick for the first time tonight. It’s like a rock under my ass, and unzipping your pants is like digging for a prized artifact. I’m facing forward, just like you, so you can fuck me from behind. I let your hard, perfect dick out and run my fingers over its smooth skin. I turn and look back at you, and smile while biting my lip. You pull my velvet dress up over my hips, exposing my panty-less bottom half sitting on you. You already know how wet I am, and you can still taste it on your fingers. I lean my body forward, resting my arms on the dashboard and sticking my hips out invitingly at you. I hope you enjoy the view.
I take your dick in my hands, guiding it under me and to my wet, warm entrance. I lift my hips up, then sit down gently with you finally inside me. You moan, finally feeling what you’ve wanted all night. I move up and down, you gliding in and out of me, filling me with pleasure at each thrust. You can’t help but look down, watching my pussy from behind and seeing your dick disappear into me. You see how I grip you with every ride and you can’t believe you are fucking me here in the driver’s seat. We both know this won’t take long, and I ride faster and harder the more I want it.
Soon my legs start to quiver, and I feel my orgasm building inside me. I know you’re close because you grab my hips and pull me down harder with each thrust. My breath is getting faster and I cover my mouth because I know I’m about to cry out in ecstasy. You shift slightly and hit that sweet spot that gets me every time. I feel my body start to shake and it overcomes me. I moan and shake and quiver and bury my face into my arms to muffle my orgasm. You feel me clench and ripple around your dick. You grab me tighter and with another thrust you come too, pulling me closer until your body loses all control. I sink down onto you and twitch as the feeling runs through my body.
We take deep breaths in unison as we try to regain our composure. I look back around at you and we smile at what we’ve done. You’re still inside me. We look around at the windows. They are fogged with heat and heavy breaths, betraying our secret to anyone that looks in. We sit there for a while, letting the moment sink deep into our memories. ‘*So, are you happy I finally took you out on a Valentines Date?*’ You finally ask. I can’t reply, not yet, my breath is only just returning, but I know it was the best Valentines I could have ever asked for.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/aijes9/the_yellow_ferrari_mf