Driving Me Crazy, Baby

Sometimes the thing you want the most is the thing that knocks you on your ass when it finally comes true. I’m a bit of a reclusive exhibitionist, which is less of an oxymoron than one might originally think. I like the thrill of being in public when I’m doing something naughty, but safe enough where there’s absolutely no chance of getting caught.

I know, I know. Isn’t the whole point of being bad in public the thrill of getting caught? Well, yes, of course. As well as the thrill and knowledge of actually doing something in public that no one else knows about.

There are many variants of this. Wearing something sexy under your clothes that no one but your partner knows about. I love the thought of a woman walking around without any panties on, and the rest of the world oblivious. But I think those things only exist in the pages of prose.

One of my kinkiest public fantasies is to wear a pair of pants with the pockets cut out. She knows all about it before we even go to the movies. In fact, she insisted. That’s another thing. I think its extremely arousing when a woman insists on a naughty situation. Sometimes its as simple as putting on a pair of crotchless pantyhose for a night out, and not texting me about it until its too late for me to do anything about it.

That’s hot.

But I digress.

We’re in the movie theater. In the back row. And several minutes into the movie she shifts her hips so that she’s sitting sideways, and she very covertly slides her hands inside my pocket. Were someone to even glance in our direction, they would be none the wiser that she’s wrapping her fingers around my naked cock inside my pants. She could smile at them with her biggest grin while stroking the full length, and they would just smile right back and return their attention to the movie screen.

That’s hot.

I’ve heard some say that the mind is the bodies most powerful sexual organ.

I couldn’t agree more. Sometimes a look across a crowded room, a look meant only for me, is all it takes to get my blood boiling. Sometimes it’s the slightest innuendo. Sometimes the briefest touch. Her hips against mine. Her fingers running across my stomach and chest. And my mind takes over. Envisioning the details that my eyes can’t see. I picture her legs beneath the tight pants she wears, because my mind helps the other senses along.

That’s why our morning drive to the park was so wonderful.

She knows how I feel about these things. How I long for those private, public moments. Those miniscule little jaunts into undiscovered country.

She knows how hot it gets me.

That’s why she does it.

I should have known something was up from the moment we walked out to the car and she handed me the keys, telling me it was my turn to drive. I looked at her a bit quizzical, but I shrugged it off and slid behind the wheel.

A few blocks down the road and she slid her hand onto my thigh, which I then placed my hand on top of, each of us exchanging smiles. It was a wonderful day. Nice cool breeze, with the windows down. The sun was bright and shining overhead.

That’s when I felt her shift a little in her seat. I turned and she’d moved a little closer to me, resting her elbow and some of her weight on the center console between us. Her hand rubbed my thigh and I smiled, squeezing her hand beneath mine.

But she wasn’t done there. Before long we had left the majority of the city behind us and found our way onto the winding, rural, country roads outside of the city. Her hands slid down the inside of my thigh and raked it with her fingernails. I shifted in the seat as my groin became tight, everything bunching up as my cock began to grow.

I shifted and pulled at the material around my zipper, trying to ease some of the confinement.

“Here. Let me help.” She moaned in that you’re-in-so-much-trouble voice of hers. You know the one. The kind of voice that makes your eyes roll back into your head. Except I was driving. So my eyes didn’t necessarily roll into the back of my head, but they certainly did a somersault in my head.

Her fingers brushed along my groin, scraping her fingernails along the zipper. Then I heard the high-pitched zip as she let me free. I sighed as the bulge in my underwear swelled through the opening.

Her fingers brushed up and down the bulge. It was seriously becoming difficult to keep my eyes on the road.

“Don’t get in a wreck.” She scolds me in that voice again. I shift in my seat again and I feel her readjust again. She’s leaning over half the car now and pulling the waistband of my boxer briefs out and over my cock. Freeing it. Exposing it. The cool spring ear blasts in through my open window and assaults my cock. She chuckles and runs her hand over it.

It jumps and she looks up at me, swallowing me with those all-encompassing eyes. Is it possible to escape that look when it takes you hold?

She runs her thumb over my head as slick, clear liquid drips from the tip, coating her fingers. She coos and begins to stroke my cock, biting her lower lips as I shudder in the driver’s seat. Surely she knows I can’t last long like this. Surely she must know.

Her hand squeezes my balls, gingerly but firmly, and I feel them drawing up into my stomach. My entire spine is wound like a coil spring. The tension is tight and unyielding. Her hand slides back up and over my cock and down again.

I feel the blood rushing to my head and I shake my head, tilting my head in her direction. “I’m going to cum soon.”

Squeezing just the slightest bit more, she pumps my cock in her hand and tosses her head so that her hair all flips to one side, drifting over part of her eyes. “So what’s stopping you.”

She slides her hand back along my length until she captures the head in her palm, and then she begins to shimmy it inside. Small, shallow motions with her wrist. Every ounce of me is connected to that inch of flesh in her hand. Every fiber of my being is being sucked through that grip. Then, without warning, she lowers her head as her hand slides down my cock and her lips swallow me.

Without warning my hips lift out of the seat and a low, guttural moan escapes my lips as I empty my seed into her mouth. She hums and chuckles as she suckles it from me like her morning breakfast. I tilt my head back against the seat as we come to a stop sign. The first sign of the next town. I’m barely able to open my eyes and realize there’s no one behind us, or nearby.

She sits upright and gives me a kiss, casually sliding me back into my underwear and zipping me back up.

Oh, how I love surprises.

Slow and Deliberate

Its not often in the hustle and bustle of the average day, or even week, that we really get the chance to enjoy one another. Kids. Work. Household chores. One responsibility after another takes its precedence.

That’s what makes those elusive private moments so golden. I could tell she was full of venom from the moment I walked through the door. The sharp click-clack of her fingers on the keys was enough to make me consider a hasty retreat. But she’d already heard the front door close so I was thoroughly committed.

Her eyes darted up from the top of the laptop as I strolled through the room. She took a bite out of an apple and set it back down on the plate, licking her lips in the process. I could imagine her tearing into me like that and my whole body shivered.

“Cold chill?”

My eyes met hers as the hairs on my neck stood up. She met me stare for stare and pushed her glasses back up along her nose.

“Somebody stomping on my grave.” I answered shrewdly and plopped down into my chair at the desk.

My son came running into my arms and clamored up into my lap, singing gaily his favorite song, Daddy Daddy Daddy.

“How’s he been?” I asked, and regretting it immediately.

“Well, what do you want to hear about first? The pencil marks he made all over the walls, or the drink he spilled all over the living room carpet?”

I looked down at him and he dug further into my arms, begging forgiveness. “Have we been a bad boy?” I asked, tickling his rib.

He launched into a fit of laughter before I put him down and sent him off to play.

“He’s not the only bad boy in this family?” She murmured from behind her laptop.

“Oh?” I asked, raising my voice just enough to show I was listening. What had the boys done now?

“Yeah,” she said, pushing her laptop away a little bit. “I read that bisexual threesome story you posted yesterday. You really want to do that?”

Her eyes were difficult to read. Was she teasing and playful? Pissed off? Or just giving me a hard time?

“I dunno. A little. Not just any guy, of course, but maybe with the right guy, y’know.”

“Yeah,” she mumbled softly as she stood up and left the room, her legs flexing beneath the long pajama shirt she was wearing. The sound of the dryer door opening disconnected my mind from that discussion and I went back to checking my email as the boy watched his cartoons.

An hour later, while the tune of the evening had returned to normal, an instant message popped up on my screen

What did u have 4 lunch today?

I chuckled as I looked past my computer screen while the username’s owner pretended not to see me spying on her.

A few apples and a salad, I typed back. Click-click-clack. Her finger went into action, responding from across the bedroom.

Yummy.

It was pretty tasty.

Any other fruit today?

I paused for a second. That was a weird question.

A banana for breakfast.

Hmmmmmmm, she answered.

What’s up? I asked.

Just making sure you’re eating healthy.

And that was that. Fellas, do you ever get the feeling we’re like mice in a maze?

Another hour later and the sun had had its fill of us. I love the way the purples and oranges shine though our bedroom window. My eyes wandered a little and met suddenly with hers. Bold and dead on, she pulled off her glasses and tapped them on her lips.

“What are you in the mood for … for dinner?” A slight hesitation in her question coaxed a chuckle from me.

But before I could answer she cut me off. “And no, pussy is not on the menu.”

I pretended to pout for a few seconds. “I don’t know. I’ll probably just fix myself a sandwich in a while.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “I’m in the mood for something easy tonight.”

This time she chuckled and another conversation came to an end.

The beauty of younger children is that you can, from time to time, coerce them into early bedtimes if they don’t know any better. Teenagers, on the other hand, know what they’re missing at night.

So we got the little man in bed and kissed him good night. The older boys were busy with their TVs, premium channels, and Gamecubes so I decided it was time for my dinner, while the kitchen was empty.

I hear her enter the kitchen.

Then I feel her. Fingers reach around and brush my groin, pressing lightly against me through thin cotton. I look down as her other hand finds its way there too and she presses up behind me.

“Somebody’s happy.” I murmur and she chuckles against my ear.

“I’m hungry too, but I want dinner of a different sort.”

“Oh?” Her tone is deep and sultry, and it affects me just as much as her touch. She undoes the knot holding the crotch of my pajama pants together and reaches inside.

“Mmmmmmm hmmmmm.” She hums in my ear. “I need something salty and sweet.”

“Salty and sweet.” I echo her.

She kisses my cheek and hooks her fingers into my waistband. “Come on.”

I’m quick to follow as she leads me into our bedroom and locks the door behind us. She waists no time in guiding me toward the corner of the room where she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me deeply, opening her mouth to accept my tongue. If I didn’t know any better I’d swear she was humping my leg.

Then she’s just as suddenly pushing me back into the large armchair that I love so much. I topple backwards and land with a hard thud. She grabs my pants and jerks them down off of my hips and slings them off of my legs and across the room. Next come my boxer briefs. I watch them sail across the room with raised eyebrows.

Her fingernails rake my thighs and I gasp. She chuckles and leans in, trailing her tongue along the center of my sac. She nibbles the heavy, swollen jewels within, sucking one into her mouth as I very sincerely rise to the occasion. I can feel her fingers rubbing my taint, just beneath my sac and my cock jumps, hugging my stomach.

She hums and pulls it away with her fingers, stroking it lightly before she slides her mouth down over it, tasting me. I gasp and sigh as she bobs her head up and down in short little nods of her head.

Her free hand massages my balls and I rest my head back against the chair. This feels so good. I run my fingers through her hair and she looks up at me, smiling as she swallows my cock, rolling her tongue all around the shaft.

But apparently she has a whole army of surprises for me tonight. I feel something slick and hard pressing against my asshole and I jump a little, not expecting it. She hums around my cock and presses more, sliding a lubed up finger inside my ass. I moan hard, closing my head and arching my back as she pumps her finger inside of me and makes love to my cock with her mouth.

She twists her finger inside of me and I feel my stomach and groin rumbling. I gasp as she pops her finger free of me, which turns just as quickly into a moan as she presses her thumb between my cheeks and massages my asshole, rubbing the pad of her thumb around the anus and just barely inserting it now and again.

My cock is hard as a rock inside her mouth and fitting to burst. My fingers tighten into the armrests as she senses it too, increasing her pace. Drawing it out of me. Sucking it out of me. Willing it out of me.

I groan, my hips arching off of the chair, my asshole clutching desperately at her thumb as I cum. Hard. Rivers of seed burst into her mouth. She tightens her lips around me and suckles my offering sweetly, massaging the underbelly of my cock with her tongue. Milking me.

I sigh as she continues massaging my anus, rubbing it nicely she kisses and pets my cock like a pet. “Good boy.” She says with a coy smile.

“Yeah,” I chuckle, leaning forward and pulling her into my arms. I can smell the scent of my semen on her lips, driving me wild. She opens her mouth and kisses me full and hard, her body bowing into mine as I swallow her moan. Her fingers curl around my cock, pulsing with the beat of my heart into her hands. For eternity.

Greedy Cunt

I can barely detect the change in the air. A subtle shift in the scent. A light creaking of foot on carpet-covered floor.

Its pitch black from one corner to the other. I’ve been here for … I don’t know. Has it been an hour? Or fifteen minutes?

I pull on the ropes tied around my wrists and they bite back, digging into my skin, reminding me quite clearly that I have nowhere to go.

I know she’s hovering somewhere just beyond my ability to reason. Watching me. Gauging me.

The bed shifts beneath her weight and I gasp without warning. My senses strain for the smallest stimuli. She hums and to my ears its like a sex freight train, short circuiting every nerve in my body.

My back arches off the mattress as her fingers brush my cheek and comb through my goatee. My entire body is alive with HER.

Her thigh brushes my chest as she sweeps it over me and I feel wonderfully textured fishnet grazing my nipples. Her fishnet-clad thighs settle above my shoulders and beside my neck. I can smell her scent. Its overpowering.

Her skin glints in soft slivers of moonlight from the nearby window and I realize that she’s not just wearing stockings, but an entire fishnet bodysuit. My body reacts as her fingers delve between her thighs and brush against the only inch of her skin not covered in black netting.

I hear her moan as her fingers brush against her golden lips. Her back arches and her hips quiver as she strums the puffy mound that flanks her lips. I feel her thighs tighten around my neck as she lowers her hips toward my mouth.

I stretch my neck upward, poking my tongue out as far as it will reach. And she chuckles. She hums as she continues fingering her greedy cunt mere inches above my tongue. Her fingertips tickle the edge of my chin playfully and I try to kiss them, growling as she pulls at my goatee.

“Do you want it?” She purrs, toying with me.

“Yesss.” I hiss, biting at her retreating fingertips.

“I’m not so sure I believe you.” She taunts, lowering her hips against, mashing her clit against the tip of my noise. I moan without the inclination, or ability, to restrain myself, kissing her silky smooth lips as she grinds them against me.

And just as suddenly she pulls away, leaving me gasping for breath. Trying desperately to settle my pulse. I want her so bad, I’m hanging on a cliff just short of insanity.

I can hear her giggling and it’s another piece of straw on the camel’s back. She hums again as she traces her finger down my nose.

I twist my face away. I’m in a fever now. Going mad slowly.

“You want it bad, don’t you?” She teases.

“Just fucking give it to me.” I grind the words through my teeth. She coos.

And suddenly I’m overwhelmed in darkness as she slams her hips down onto my face, working her juicy lips over my mouth like a fresh-squeezed orange. I feast on her, literally, sucking her lips and her clit into my mouth and rolling them around with my tongue.

She squeals and I can feel her full weight bearing down on me. And its heaven. My whole body strains to get more of her into my mouth. My nose devours her sweet, musk scent and I’m dizzy with it. She hums again as I feel her weight lifting from me and I’m near to howling in a rage.

But she’s not teasing me anymore. I feel her weight resettle onto me, this time spreading out onto my chest and stomach and I think I know what she has in mind. Her fingers dance along her clit as I bury my tongue deep inside her pussy, tongue fucking her like it’s a miniature cock. I feel and taste her explode all over my mouth and slurp it noisily, slaking my endless thirst for her.

Can I ever get enough? Is enough, even enough?

Then I feel her lips. Light at first. Peppering my abdomen with soft kisses. My hips literally quake at the surprising sensation. Her fingers rake across my thighs as she slowly begins a new rhythm with her hips, riding me. Her fingers close in and curl around my sac, massaging and squeezing my balls gently.

I suck her clit back into my lips as she pulls on my goatee with her fingers, moaning as she kisses the twitching tip of my cock. I sigh against her glistening lips and she chuckles, sliding her lips over my head and sucking me in. She licks all around the tip with her tongue and I lose it.

I just can’t hold it in anymore. My hips arch off the mattress and I fill her mouth with seed. Wave after wave assaults my senses and its just not enough. I hear her moaning as she swallows every last drop, slurping noisily around my cock.

She wiggles her hips and I can’t help chuckling myself, tilting my head back and to the side to kiss her inner thigh. She smacks my thighs and leans her head down against my stomach, her chest expanding with a deep sigh, and I wonder how long she’s going to lay here, stretched out naked across me.

And I think to myself, “Do I care as long as it’s a very long time?”