Exhibition Season
She is spread across the hood. Her skin glistens like the waxed paint. She flicks out her tongue and caresses her full lips, lingering at the corners where the skin pinches together, promising a crease of another sort.
I secure the ropes at her wrists and give those at her ankles a tug against the stakes in the ground. They hold. She purses her lips and pushes out her chest. The bikini barely hides her puckered nipples. I reach beneath her and untie the string.
The bikini tumbles away down the slick side of the car and her breasts fall free. I treat her to three quick laps to each nipple with my tongue; she squirms and her crotch, hidden by the bikini bottom, rubs against the hood ornament. I imagine the taste: metal, flesh, arousal. I’m getting hard.
I slide down her silky side and nuzzle the place where her torso meets her legs. She giggles, the first sound without an intention of sensuality, and I get rock hard. I catch her eye. Even though she tries, she can’t completely hide her smile.
Catching the string in my teeth, I tug the bikini bottom’s knot free, then the other side. I flip it over my shoulder so it lands out in the field. I hope she can’t find it. Some evidence of what we’ve done here should remain.
Now she starts to wriggle in earnest, testing the knots. I have done my job well and she gets no leeway. Leaving one last kiss right above her pussy, I step back to admire my work.
Her brown hair falls in curls around her head, pillowing her neck. Her face is red from exertion and arousal. She has a soft birthmark just inside her thigh. She is completely trapped against the hood of my Mercedes.
I step towards her and gather saliva in my mouth. I bend over her, centered over the hood ornament, and I begin to taste her. Slowly. With deliberation. With every stroke of my tongue, I think of a reason I love her.
For her part, she gives in. Trusts me. Her thighs blush with the blood rushing to accommodate her desire. I kiss them too, savoring each flavor of her skin, her sweat.
Finally I need her more than I can stand. I slide her gently to one side and, for the first time, stand on my toes so I can kiss her. She succumbs with a soft moan.
I am ready. She is more than welcoming, gaped open by the ropes but still tight with youth and care. I gather myself in one hand and slither to either side of her opening, the tip of my cock twitching with pleasure.
Inside, she is a shelter, a sanctuary. I find my way into her depths, pressing my body down on hers, listening for the telltale changes in her breathing. She pants; she wants it all. I give in, my cock relenting where my nature would tease her longer.
She comes first, flailing against the ropes, her face contorting into the beautiful, terrible intimacy of an orgasm. I follow her into bliss. For a moment, the universe exists for our pleasure. Not alone, but entangled.
Road Trippin’
Jess passed the pipe discreetly over the center console. I took it without looking down. "How’m I doin’?“
"Hang on,” she cautioned, her fingers dancing on my bare arm. Then a sharp tap. "Okay go.“
She leaned over and held the wheel steady while we rocked down a straight stretch of freeway, the ‘82 Benz pleased to be running again. I ducked and took a hit, blowing the smoke out the cracked window.
"Ahhhh. Much better.”
“Rest stop,” Jess said. She squirmed in her seat. "I need to pee.“
My buzz kicked in as we pulled off into the empty parking lot. I got out enough to lean on the door and air out the car while Jess scampered in and out of the ladies’ side of the shingled building. I took another hit from the pipe, keeping my eye on teh entrance in case any late-night truckers showed up. Apparently no one else within a few hundred miles had decided to go for a 2 am ride.
"Boo,” Jess said right in my ear, and I reached out and caught her around the waist. I planted a huge wet kiss on her temple.
“Hey, cutie.”
“You’re high as fuck, huh.”
“Yup.”
“So c’monnnn,” she said, grabbing my hand and dancing to the back door of our massive car. I followed her a couple of steps before I realized what she was after.
“Jess! We’re not allowed.”
“Yes huh.” Her eyes sparkled. "I made the last payment just now. See?“ She held up her mobile phone. I had to squint to see it, but the Total Amount Due number was unmistakable: $0.00.
We could finally fuck all over our car.
"Hell yeah!” I said and dove, taking her under me so we sprawled across the back seat. She giggled and bit her tongue in concentration as she felt for the door handle with her foot. I heard it close behind me without even hitting my shoes. "Nicely done.“
"Make out with me,” she said, putting her hands on my cheeks and pulling me down over her.
I fumbled with her pants in the dim light cast by the one rogue streetlamp until I got to the thong beneath. I swept the little triangle of fabric aside and fingered her. She moaned but could hardly have gotten wetter.
“Did you – ”
She put a finger that smelled distinctly of pussy to my lips. "Shhhh. Just fuck me.“
"You beautiful slut,” I said and wriggled until I could go down on her. My tongue drew letters on her clit, slow, thoughtful ones that made her sigh and tremble and ask me what I was spelling.
“Important things,” I said, raising my head and licking my chin. "Things that I dare not say out loud because maybe this is all just a really cool dream.“
"Okay,” Jess said. "Then go real slow and I’ll figure it out.“ She rubbed the bare tops of her thighs and giggled nervously. "And hold the extra tickles or I’ll have no idea.”
Gently, I spelled it out: I W-A-N-T T-H-I-S A-L-W-A-Y-S. She missed the As and the Y, but I could see from the look of peace on her just-visible features that she had figured it out.
“I love you,” she said, her fingers in my hair.
“Ditto,” I said, and when she threaded her hands through the door handle I began to thrust.
Maximum Input
Hundreds of thousands of applicants to be the first to technologically make out in their car, and we won.
Henry and I were both shivering, our hands wound tightly together, as we stood in the driveway and watched the logo-encrusted van pull in. Out popped a smiling Latino man, the sort that hosts late-night variety shows.
“Amigos! I am Jorge. Let me see – you must be Henry,” he said, bobbing Henry’s free hand up and down. My husband could barely nod. "And you have got to be the lovely and talented Rosa. We loved loved loved your essay. So let’s get this started, eh?“
He and his crew went about pulling parts from their van. I stood so enraptured with their process and products that I didn’t even notice Henry pull the groaning C230 out of the garage.
"Here she is,” Henry said, an unnatural amount of fondness in his voice as he patted the hood with one hand. "Our first car.“ He looked at me and smiled. "She’s pretty special.”
“Wonderful,” Jorge said, and his team descended upon our car like ants to watermelon.
A few hours later, they let us come back outside and sat us in the front seats. There were now strange apparatuses scattered between our legs, under the seats, and around the instrument panels. I lifted something that looked like a suction cup on Henry’s side. "What is all this?“
"Virtual reality,” Jorge said in an eerie sing-song voice as he snapped something down over my eyes.
I was now staring at the inside of the car, but nakedly. I squeaked and went to cover myself even as I turned to the left, where an equally naked Henry sat looking just as startled as I did. "Woah,“ he said.
Suddenly the apparatuses came to life. A long, slender tube snaked its way between my legs and hovered at my entrance. Henry gulped as the suction cup clamped on to his dick.
"And go,” said Jorge’s disembodied voice; we were completely alone in our virtual world.
The car began to fuck us.
It rocked with the motion of a skilled human being, and Henry and I both drew in our breath at once. My hand went to his. He reached over and grabbed my shirt front and stroked my tongue with his. I struggled not to climax too quickly – while strangers were watching, what was I thinking?! – but the car was persistent, and I shuddered around the tube. Henry’s hand tightened on mine.
“This – is – awesome,” he said, before his words collapsed like a tent and he made noises and the car gently came to a stop.