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.