“No it's not.” I was going to go for broke here, come what may. “I know you look at me, Mr. Weaver.”
I un-clicked my seatbelt, the sound sharp in the heavy, throbbing silence of the car. I turned to him, letting my skirt ride right up my creamy thighs, until I saw his eyes bug out as my tiny panties came into view, tight across my mound. I bit my lip, seeing the struggle play out across his face between what he knew was wrong and what he desperately wanted.
“Christina, I-"
I reached out to touch his forearm, my fingers trailing over his skin. He jumped a little at my touch, and I giggled. “It's not like I’m going to tell anyone.” I let my hand trail down his arm, and then drop down to his thigh. I could feel him tense at my touch, barely breathing as I rested my hand there.
"As long as you show it to me again."
I could see the the big, thick bulge in his pants, and I knew then that he was going to cave, knowing just how turned on he was. Slowly, I began to slide my hand higher, hearing his breath catch as I teased over the thickness there in his pants.
He growled. "Honey, this-"
"Please?" I whispered, my eyes begging him as my fingers found the metal of his zipper. I could feel my pulse racing as I felt the bulge throbbing beneath my hand as I tugged at the zipper, pulling it down as I heard him groan. I grinned wickedly as I moved my hands up to his belt buckle, feeling my pussy absolutely bloom with heat inside my panties.
"Christina-"
I tugged at the buckle, struggling to get it open when he finally caved. "Let me get that,” he growled out, reaching down to quickly undo his belt and the top button of his pants. He looked down at me, and his sharp, piercing eyes met my lust-hooded eager young ones.
He reached inside, and I felt my heart jump as he suddenly pulled his big, gorgeous cock out of his pants, right in front of me.
Holy. Shit.
I'd seen him before, but seeing his cock this close was another thing altogether. He was bigger and thicker than I'd even remembered, his cock throbbing hot and hard in the dim light of the dashboard.
"Can- can I touch it?" I whispered out quietly, feeling my little pussy throb.
“Fuck yes, baby,” he growled.
I slid my hand up and curled my fingers around him, feeling my breath catch as I touched his velvety skin with the pulsing hardness beneath it. My tiny fingers didn't even fit around his thickness, and I quickly brought my other hand up to him. I started to stroke him slowly with both hands, just like the girl from the porno video I'd watched with Anna.
He groaned as I squeezed and stroked his big dick, and I suddenly saw a little bead of clear fluid slip from the tip of him and start to slowly trickle over his head. I didn't even need to ask, I just dipped my head forward and licked it.
Mr. Weaver gasped, and I felt his cock throb against my lips. He tasted salty and sweet at the same time, and I wanted more. With a soft moan, I leaned forward, slipped my lips over the fat head of his cock, and sucked him inside.
He growled as I slurped on his big dick, letting the tip of my tongue press into the slit at the head of him and tease him there before I began to gently swirl it around the ridge of his cock-head. I began to stroke his shaft again with both hands, feeling my pussy absolutely dripping with my arousal and making my panties wet and sticky.
"Fuck- Christina, we-" he groaned. "We shouldn't be doing this, honey."
He groaned as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked on him, my tongue dance on the underside of his big dick. I could feel his pulse throbbing in his shaft under my hands as I slipped my mouth off of him. "Do you want me to stop?" I said coyly, looking up at him with a thin trail of spit connecting my lip to his cock.
"Fuck no,” he groaned, throwing his head back and gasping as I sucked him into my mouth again.
I was so wet, I could barely contain myself anymore, feeling my little cunt throb and my clit aching for attention between my legs. I reached out with one of my hands and grabbed his, and I began to pull it beneath me and under my small skirt.
“Do you feel that, Mr. Weaver?" I moaned as fingers other than my own touched me there for the first time, sliding wetly over the soaking wet cotton of my panties pulled tight against my bare pussy beneath. I gasped as he immediately began to rub me through my panties, sliding the wet material across my buzzing little clit and sending a hot pulse through me.
"I know how much you like my panties, Mr. Weaver." I breathed against his cock, feeling him twitch against my lips. I reached down and pulled them down my leg, slipping them off my feet and passing them to him.
"You can keep those ones,” I whispered up at him, seeing his face groan as he felt how wet they were.
His fingers slipped back against my pussy, and heard him growl as he felt how wet I was. I gasped in pleasure as he slipped his fingers through my folds, sliding over the throbbing button of my clit as he teased a finger against my opening. He pushed in easily, and I moaned loudly in the hot air of the car, sucking his big cock back between my lips and slurping on him eagerly as he fingered my little cunt.
The thrill of being caught out here, by anybody, but certainly by my parents who were asleep just inside the dark house not thirty feet from the car, had me buzzing with excitement; the adrenaline throbbing through me like a drug. Sure, there was a big tree that blocked most of the view of where we were parked from their window, but all it would take would be for someone to wake up and wonder why Mr. Weaver's car was parked outside for so long.
I gasped as I slurped off of him. ”I want you, Mr. Weaver. I want all of you."
His eyes were like blue fire in the dim light of the car, and a dark look passes across his face. “Fuck, baby, we-”