“Don’t take your hands off the wheel.” I commanded her.
She nodded yes, her dirty blonde hair in a ponytail. She was in her late 20s, tall, large breasted, thin waisted and muscularly thighed. Her lips were expressive and lush.
We were stuck in the usual stop and go California traffic jam, carpooling home from work. Both married to others, we had started an affair at work some time ago. It started as flirtation, then became a game of my controlling her. The more I controlled, the wetter she would get. It’s had got to the point she had to carry an extra set of panties with her to work, and swap the soaked pair out for a fresh pair in her garage before she set foot in the house.
She was wearing a white top with six large buttons. She had already discarded her bra as told to at lunch, having to spend the rest of the day wondering if our coworkers saw her stiffening nipples poke at the thin material. I did, so I know they did.
I took my pocket knife and cut off the top button exposing some more cleavage. “You can tell him this popped off at work.”
She nodded yes.
Slowly I unbuttoned the rest of her top and pulled it wide open, her perky breasts spilling out. I watched her nipples stiffen, either from the air conditioning or her arousal. Her cheeks flushed and she jumped as a big rig air horn blew. The trucker in the next lane was signaling his approval of our display. Instinctively she took one hand off the wheel to cover herself. I slapped her hand and told her, “Don’t take your hands off the wheel.”
She quickly replaced them and I ran ran my large, strong hands over her breasts, pinching one nipple then the other. She let out a gasp for me. I leaned over and kissed her on the neck then sucked a nipple, then gently bit it. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breathing was fast and shallow.
“Lift your hips,” I ordered. I pulled down her pants until they were around her ankles. I sat there admiring her pale thighs, quad muscles strong from exercise. I forcefully spread her legs and the car lurched in traffic as her foot came off the brake. Her blue satin panties were soaked through. A slick spot seeping out. I ran my fingers along the gusset gathering wetness, pushing the fabric deep into ththe cleft of her pussy. My fingers were glazed.
“Lick” I said.
She opened her mouth and sucked her juices passionately off my long, slender fingers.
“How do you taste?” I asked.
“Like honey,” she replied.
Taking my knife I cut on string of her panty, then the other. I pulled them off leaving her pussy as exposed as her breasts. The fabric was heavy with her wetness. I put them under my nose and mouth and inhaled deeply of her sweet perfume. I gave the material a squeeze, wringing juices into my hand. I tossed the balled up panties into the back seat.
I took a lick of the juices off my hand then covered her face with my palm. She lapped at it like a kitten at milk. I pulled my cock out and it stool up straight as a soldier. Using her saliva and juices I lubed my cock up and began to stroke it. The tip leaked pre-come. She took her right hand off the wheel to greedily grab at the object of her worship. I let her get her fingers around it’s girth, her small hand barely surrounding it, just long enough to torture her, before grabbing it and putting it back on the steering wheel.
“Don’t take your hands off the wheel.”
The traffic jam was letting up and we started moving faster. Her nipples were rock hard. Anyone we passed could see the, if they looked. I put my left hand between her legs. Her pussy was gushing fluid, it dripped down her ass and pooled on her leather seat. I stuck two then three fingers of my left hand into her pussy and she screamed. I pumped them and out with that hand, while working my cock with my right hand. The rhythm increased, and she moaned harder and harder. I worked her clit intermittently as I filled her with my fingers.
“I’m coming” she screamed, throwing her head back, neck veins straining. As I felt her pussy contract around my fingers I came myself, gouts spraying on her dashboard, the seat. A single spot hit her windshield. I took my cum covered hand and let her greedily lick it up until my hand was clean.
I put my cock away and buttoned her top, leaving her pants around her ankles. One block from my house we kissed passionately, our tongues dancing.
“See you tomorrow,” I said as she dropped me off. “Tomorrow I’ll drive as you suck me cock dry.” She smiled and I closed the car door.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u39ek5/dont_take_your_hands_off_the_wheel_mf_cheating