The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

Directions

"Can't you ever ask for directions?" she whined as I made my third U-turn trying to find a road that actually got back to the highway.

"You have the worst sense of direction!" Yeah yeah.

"If you weren't so good in bed, I'd have to give up on you and find a guy who could read a map." At least there was some affection sneaking into that comment.

"Although, I don't think you could find my g-spot even if you had a map."

That was enough. I jerked the wheel to the right and the car slid a little on the gravel as I braked. As the cloud of dust settled, I killed the engine.

"Out!" She was too startled by the tone of my voice and the glare in my eyes to object. She fumbled with her seatbelt and pushed open her door simultaneously, getting tangled in the process. That gave me enough time to get out and around to her side just as she was emerging.

"Enough." I said, much more calmly. Gently pushing her up against the side of the car with my body. I smiled, looked into her eyes, and took her wrists. I slowly moved them behind her, holding them there. She visibly relaxed-she knew this game of ours and adjusted her stance, legs shoulder width apart.

I began to kiss her. First lightly, just on her lips, brow, cheek. Then with more fervor. Then with heat.

When her breathing deepened, I released her wrists, though she kept them held behind her, an aid to her own passion. I began running my hands down her body. Lightly down over her covered breasts, up her sides, still kissing her. Then down below her skirt. Then slowly, slowly, teasingly slowly, up. The moist panties were easily pushed aside and I was at my goal.

Standing there, leaning up against the car, along a gravel road in the middle of nowhere, I played. Curling my finger inside. Long hard strokes, quick flicks forward and back. Caresses side to side. I alternated kissing her and watching her face as each new sensation coursed through her body. Finally the inevitable-she spasmed and moaned and pitched forward against me, burying her head in my shoulder. I gently removed my hand and held her as the after-tremors hit. When she finally looked up, she was glowing and grinning.

"I stand corrected. You don't need a map!"

I just smiled smugly and opened her car door. We were late and I still didn't know how to get back to the highway.

--Fin--

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