At the start of the day, if someone had suggested that I’d complete the car journey home naked then I would have thought they were mad, but sometimes a situation just presents itself. In truth, I think if it hadn’t happened that day then it would have happened soon enough.
As I sat there, my hands behind the headrest, my back arched away from the seat, and with my eyes closed as I enjoyed the sensations washing over my body, I felt Tony’s hand slide further between my legs. I parted them slightly by way of invitation. Bringing a gasp, his finger touch my clitoris. I let out a sigh and hoped that he’d read my body language as an indication not to stop. Thankfully he read the sign correctly and his hand pressed more firmly, rubbing gently up and down, seemingly absent-mindedly as he concentrated on the road ahead.
I pushed my pelvis up and into his hand as much as I was able to and with each stroke I was becoming more removed from the world and more focussed on Tony’s hand and the pleasure I felt. I wondered if I should ask him to stop, but that was not what I wanted and, with faster and faster movements, I found myself groaning, and then panting frantically as I reached a climax. His hand stayed firmly on me as I pushed myself up and down against him, no longer able to control my own movements.
Finally, with a long shudder, I collapsed down and back into the seat. My eyes were still closed, and I felt Tony’s hand move back up to the top of my thigh. After a minute I opened my eyes and Tony looked over and smiled. I pulled at the seatbelt and leant over to kiss him on the cheek.