“Stop.” I want to sound fiercer, more commanding. I know I should take her hand and push it away, but I don’t. I keep driving, looking ahead while she undoes my button and pulls down the zip. I jolt as she sinks her hand into my pants, past the elastic of my boxers and wraps her slender fingers around my hard shaft. Skin on skin. My heart slams against my chest at the intrusion, the delight, the audacity, and my cock pulses in her hand as she lets out a soft approving murmur.
“Amy, you need to stop.” They’re just words in a strained voice, they mean nothing as my hands tighten around the steering wheel, my knuckles blanching. Her hand moves up and down my shaft slowly, applying the perfect amount of pressure as she pumps my swollen cock. I swallow hard, my words lodged in my throat.
“Amy…” Her name is a long, delicious sigh, a sneaky dirty dessert on a cheat day. Her hand moves a little awkwardly as she keeps pumping my cock, and all I can hear is the blood rushing inside my body.
A drop of pre cum leaks from my cock and she releases the shaft. I let out a feral groan as she uses her thumb to slide the cum over the head and tease me. I wish she had more lube, any lube, but having her hand around my cock is driving me insane. “Amy…”
Her shallow breaths fill the car, matching mine as I try to remain focused on the road. “I can't stop thinking about you, Joe.” Her raspy voice slithers under my skin.
Somewhere inside me there is a voice. It’s screaming, but with every move of her hand the voice grows fainter and fainter, and the pressure builds inside me, threatening to spill. I pull over to a side street and find a parking spot, the tension in my body no longer manageable, the need for release too great. All logic and reason have evaporated, and all I can think about is that single point of pleasure and the stunning fucking woman inflicting it on me.
As soon as I cut the engine, I push my seat back and my pants farther down so they hug my thighs and allow her more access before I wrap my hand around hers. It’s so much smaller than mine and so delicate, I could break it. I force her fingers to tighten around my shaft and dictate the pace, crushing her fingers into mine as my back arches and my breaths fall from my mouth in harsh pants.
My body tenses as I steal a few glances out of the windows ensuring we are alone, knowing we can get caught at any minute. This one thing could end it all for me, but I am too far down the rabbit hole, and my balls tighten and my cock swells as I thrust into our hands, fucking them, pumping harder till I am overcome with pleasure. It splinters inside my body and a savage groan bleeds from my lips, filling the car. I don’t release her but use her hand to milk my cock, squeezing and forcing every last drop of cum. It glazes my thighs and runs into my pubic hair, leaking slowly over my balls. I release her hand as I begin to grow limp and desperately try to find air in the too-hot car.
Fuck!
Fuck that was good and bad and amazing and terrible all at once. Something that should have never happened. My hands are back at the steering wheel gripping tight, and I cannot bring myself to look at her. I suck in a few lungfuls and try to refocus. When the world stops spinning, I turn to her. Flushed cheeks and wide eyes, and the way she looks at my receding cock, licking her lower lip makes it flinch again. Fuck. This needs to end, now.
“Amy.” I clear my throat and wait for her eyes to find mine. “We can’t do this. This can’t happen again. I am married.”
There is a long silence as her gaze sweeps my face and body. “I’m sorry. It’s just that when I’m around you, I feel safe.”
I nod. It’s sweet. “It’s inappropriate. I don’t think we should see each other again.”
She bites her lower lip and sucks it into her mouth before nodding. “Okay. I’m sorry, Joe.”
“Don’t be… I um, I should have never let it get this far.” I scrub my hands over my face and feel the cooling cum roll along my balls. I need to clean up.
She looks out the window and her hand latches onto the door handle. “I’m not far from here. Thanks for the lift, Joe.” Without another word, she is out of my car, slamming the door in her wake and walking away. I want to call after her, but my pants are still wrapped around my thighs, my cock hanging out. And then my phone rings.
“Hey.”
“Hi, honey, what’s up?” I find my voice, calm, cool, collected – like I’m not parked on a side street covered in cum.
“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. You’re taking a bit longer than usual and dinner is almost ready.”
“Yeah.” I sigh and scramble, pulling my pants back up. “I had to turn back, I forgot your tampons.”