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The Morning Rush by StoryMan
You remember, don't you, the other morning when you were driving me to
work through the morning rush hour. You were wearing a summer dress,
which was resting just above your knees. You looked so sexy sitting
there watching the traffic. You remember, we had made love the
previous night, we were talking about it, how we would build it up,
and then hold it back, enhancing the thrill for both of us. I reminded
you of the explosive joy of our final climax as we exploded together
in each other's arms. As we talked, and relived in our minds the
thrills we had made the previous night, we both became aroused by the
conversation.
I curled up my index finger, lightly brushed your cheek, and ran the
back of my finger like a feather down your neck. I know it sent a
tingle through your body, because you shuddered, and glanced at me
with your perfect smile. I can recall feeling the sensations in my
hand as it continued its journey of exploration, down across your
breast, stopping to feel the wonderfu lsensation of your nipple
sampled softly through the thin material of your summer dress. As it
crossed your nipple, a tingling sensation like a pleasant electric
shock ran from the back of my hand up my arm, and down to the end of
my penis.
Remember it now. Relive the moment in your fantasy.
My fingernail takes a few turns around your nipple, and then I take it
between two fingers and twirl it a little. I reach across, to your
other breast, and let my fingertip sense the dark and sensitive area
around its nipple. The slight bumpiness tickles my fingertip through
your dress, and I take your nipple between two fingers to explore its
shape and texture. Your shoulders shrug forward, involuntarily at the
pleasure of my touch. The traffic is moving slowly, stop and start. A
car horn blows. My hand comes to rest on your knee, and I can feel the
silky smooth warmth of your leg. Slowly, tantalising, my hand creeps
up the outside of your thigh, taking the material of your dress with
it as it goes. This is not the first time, so you know what I am going
to do. You help me get your dress up further by lifting your bum so
the material slides away right up to the edge of your panties. I can
just feel their edge at the top of your leg. A delicious glowing ache
is growing in your abdomen, and you can feel your moisture beginning
to moisten your panties.
I follow the slightly cool and smooth edge of your panties up across
your hip, and down the inside. My fingers brush lightly across the
side of your pubic mound, and you gasp. The ache grows stronger, and
begins to feel more like a burning sensation. You concentrate on the
joy you are feeling, until the car behind hoots to remind you to move
on.
I follow the edge of your panties until I am over you warm, soft lips.
Pressing into the material, I can feel your silky wetness coming
through. Your legs part just a little, but it is enough for me to get
the full feel of your vaginal opening. Slowly, deliberately, I move my
fingers up and down across your lips, enjoying their warmth, and the
silky feel of the wet material.
Your legs tense. I can feel the tension building up inside of you. You
want my fingers on your clitoris, but not yet. I want you really hot
before I let you come, so I softly take one of your lips between two
fingers, through the material of your wet panties, and slide it around
a bit. The faint roughness of the cloth enhances the sensation, and I
do the same to the other lip.
I lift the edge of your panties slightly, and allow one of my fingers
to touch your wet skin, but I stay outside of your lips, and gently
caress the fold of skin at the side of your crotch. Moving back
across your lips, I let one finger slip inside of you just a little,
but the angle is all wrong. Still the sensation of something slipping
inside of you is one I know you enjoy, so I let it stay for a moment
or two. You can feel it pressing against your vaginal wall, just
inside, below where your clitoris is, where it feels so nice to be
pressed.
The traffic surges forward, and with my free hand, I turn up the
Celine Dion track playing on the radio. My finger brushes up across
the hood of your clitoris, and you let out a soft moan of pleasure.
The burning waves are tingling their way from your clitoris up into
your nipples, and I know this. If we weren't in the car, I would lean
across your breasts and draw each nipple into my mouth in turn, but
that is impossible here. My penis is straining at the material of my
jeans, and there is a burning sensation running from its glans, down
the shaft, and turning to a dull ache in my testicles. It's head is
wet with lubricating fluid, and it is ready to penetrate you, but of
course it is impossible in the car. I ignore the pleasurable
sensations I am feeling down there, and continue focusing on your
pleasure, for this is your show.
I let my finger move down slightly, so that it peeks in between your
lips, moves up under your clitoral hood, and brushes softly against
your bare clitoris. Your legs are so tense, I am afraid that the car
will surge forward into the back of the car in front of us. But you
seem to be in control of the car, if not of your own body.
I move my finger up to the hood of your clitoris, and slowly I begin a
rhythmic movement, back and forth. I begin talking to you. Reminding
your of what we did last night, telling you how beautiful your face is
when you are coming. I increase the pressure slightly, but maintain
the rhythm of back and forth movement across your clitoris and lower
pubic mound.
I can feel you tense, and your breathing become irregular. Your eyes
begin to water, but you keep your attention on the road in front of
us. The tension builds, and my rhythmic movements are translated into
waves of pleasure that grow in intensity, and wash over more and more
of your beautiful, aroused body.
I notice the small things. Your hands clench the steering wheel more
tightly. Your nostrils flare wider, your eyes become more liquid, and
your nipples strain at the thin material of your dress. The muscles in
your legs tense, and twitch. Your right shoulder shakes a little. I
know that you are close, so I decide to let it happen.
I increase the pressure ever so slightly, not making to make it too
hard. You gasp as the waves come closer and closer together, as my
fingers continue their rhythmic movements, until finally the waves
merge into one and you explode into an orgasm that is intensified by
the need to struggle to keep control of the car. You want to close
your eyes, but you can't, and the tears of pleasure run down your
cheeks as you concentrate your internal attention on keeping the
orgasm going as long as you can.
When I sense that you have almost reached the point where the
sensations cease to be pleasurable for you, so I slowly stop moving
your clitoris, and leave myhand between your legs for just a few
moments. We don't talk. There is no need to talk. We are lovers. We
understand one another, and we have just talked the language of love.
Tonight, tomorrow, or another time, you will see to my burning, hard
penis. This morning, this was my treat just for you.
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