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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Rab courteously opened the door for Izzy as she got into the front seat. It would be an hour and a half journey back home and Izzy was in the process of sobering up.
After he'd started the engine and turned the wheel to leave the car park Rab said, "I'll need to stop for petrol at some point. Should I get you paracetomol for you knee?"
"No, it's fine!" Izzy kicked off her shoes, slid back the car seat and stretched out her legs, placing her feet against the dashboard. Her skirt rode up her legs again, stopping at thigh level. Then she bent her grazed knee towards her face and examined the bandage at eye-level. She could see where a pool of blood had been absorbed, it stung if she touched it.
"Keep your legs raised, if you can," said Rab shyly. "It will help with blood loss." So Izzy got comfortable and lay back, closing her eyes. She felt rather naked without her tights, she should probably use her suit jacket to cover her legs and was glad she'd thrown it in the boot. Her mother had always told her to to put her legs on show whenever she could.
"I'll put the heater on, " Rab said. And as the air heated up, left the vents and blew up her skirt, Izzy became aware that the musky, sweaty and delicious smell from between her legs had started to circulate and fill the car. Her red silk briefs had been saturated with her watery juices earlier as she'd lain on the car bonnet and as the heater began to dry this wet patch the fragrance was rekindled. She felt embarrassed. Had Rab noticed? She saw that he was sniffing and that he'd rubbed his nose a couple of times. His face was as beetroot as his Burgundy jacket. It was rather vulgar of her to dry out her knickers this way but the feel of warm air blowing at her cunt was too good a sensation to give up.
Rab drove into a BP garage and began filling the car with petrol. He popped his head round the car door.
"Anything I can get you for the journey home?"
Sugar, Izzy thought. I'm beginning to feel hungover so I need sugar and hydration.
"Can you get me a full fat and a tub of ice-cream?"
Rab looked bemused and smiled, "What's a full fat ?"
"Oh you know, normal , not diet shit. And try and get chocolate or caramel ice-cream. I'm not the vanilla type."
Rab looked non-plussed so she guessed the vanilla reference had gone over his head.
Once Rab was inside the petrol station she began to look in the glove box and side pockets for clues to Rab's homelife. There were a couple of Barbie hairslides so Izzy guessed he had a daughter. There was a hair brush with shortish red hair in it. Could be the kid or the wife, she supposed. There was a packet of Ryvitas and a birthday card. She opened the card. Happy Birthday Yvonne from all at St. Peter's Church, you are the best sunday school teacher everxxx
Ha! thought Izzy. So the wife's a teacher too!
With hair like ginger pubes. And she must be an anorexic bitch if she's on the Ryvitas.
Then she pulled down the passenger sun visor and switched on the internal car light so she could look at herself. Her eyeliner had smudged a little but that only served to make her more sexy. She took out the lip gloss from her handbag and brushed on a layer. She undid another button from her blouse so it was now open at the start of her cleavage. She pinched her nipples so they were visible under the white silk. In fact, she decided to take her bra off altogether. Her breasts were pert and shapely on their own, they didn't need a brassiere to give them support and shape. It felt so sensual for them to be naked under the silk, wobbling as she groped them from the outside of the blouse.
"Caramel Chew Chew," said Rab as he opened the car door. He passed her the tub of ice-cream and the . "They didn't have any small tubs."
Izzy instinctively held the icecream against her grazed knee and it felt better. "Have you got a spoon in the car?" she asked Rab. He shook his head.
They had started off again and Izzy messed around with the car radio until she found Radio 6. She took the lid off the ice cream and scraped out a lump with her forefinger and tasted it. It tasted divine. With the next scoop it slid off her finger and landed on her breast, slowly sliding down and leaving a stain.
"Shit. Have you got a tissue?"she asked Rab.
"No but there's a packet of wet wipes here." He handed her the packet and she took a couple out frantically scrubbing at her blouse to remove the stain. By the time she finished her blouse was saturated in the area of her right breast and because she wasn't wearing her bra, the entire nipple area and its colour could clearly be seen under the wet silk.
As Rab put his eyes back on the road Izzy took dug out another lump and said, "Open your mouth Rab!" He did and he sucked it off the end of her finger, but then scolded her.
"Don't do that sort of thing when I'm driving. I almost crashed the car." His mouth set into a grimace. He genuinely looked irritated.
Izzy lay back in her seat and ignored him. She was sulking. She turned the radio up higher and started guzzling the icecream, using three fingers together as a scoop, whipping it into her mouth and licking the lengths of her fingers for remaining drips. Rob glanced at her. He didn't look disgusted though. He looked mesmerised. He kept looking at the road and then back to her. Back and forth.
Just then one of Izzy's favourite songs came on the radio -Playground Love by Air. She turned the volume up higher so that the speakers were almost vibrating. This track must be one of the sexiest songs ever recorded: slow, mournful, french male singer and exquisite saxophone solo. How many times have I used this as a soundtrack to seduction she giggled to herself.
"I'm a high school lover
And you're my favourite flavour
Love is all, all my soul
You're my playground love."
She saw that Rab was responding to the music too, he was almost swaying to it. Izzy squeezed his thigh. "Sorry for distracting you," she said. This time Rab smiled. "Look. I'm sorry I snapped. I find it quite hard to focus on my driving with you sitting next to me." Izzy relished the compliment. She hadn't taken her hand off his thigh and it remained. Next to her little finger she began to see and feel a mound developing under the chino fabric. She ran her fingers around the outline of the bulge and then began to gently massage it. She daren't look at him. What if she was making a mistake?
Rab began to gasp but didn't try to remove her hand. Instead, he gripped the steering wheel more tightly.
"Can't we stop in a layby or something?" whispered Izzy.
"Are you joking, this is the A27 and there won't be another turnoff for 20 mins." He took his left hand off the steering wheel and ran his fingers through her hair. She saw this as a sign of encouragement.
"Then you'll need to lie back and enjoy the drive." With that Izzy slowly turned the mechanism to recline his seat back. The new angle meant his lap was more exposed and she had better access. Rab looked like a racing driver lying back at an angle and his arms stretched out gripping the wheel.
The song continued as Izzy began to undo the chinos button and zip.
"Yet my hands are shaking
I feel my body reeling
Time's no matter, I'm on fire
On the playground love."
He was wearing white Y fronts and it was easy to take out his cock to examine. He was circumcised. His dick wasn't on the large size but its girth was good. Good, I won't gag, thought Izzy.
She bent her head down and began to kiss it gently, like she was kissing a friend's cheek. It was growing in her grasp, becoming firmer and taller by the second.
"Good God!" Rab suddenly moaned. "You've no idea how much I've dreamed of this. Ever since I started working in the school and saw you walking the corridors with your tight skirts and tight tops and your mouth, your smile, your mischievous eyes, I've wanted to shove my hand up your skirt, get inside your knickers and get my hand up there, twisting, screwing you with it. You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you. I want to shove you backwards on your teacher's desk, swipe the exercise books off and bury my head between your legs. I want to bend you over the photocopier, bite your ass, spread your legs and fuck you from behind."
Izzy was shocked...and delighted. But there was a task at hand and she needed to be getting on with it. Now his cock was standing to attention like a soldier she held it lightly and began to play. Its jap's eye was already filling with clear pre-cum. First her tongue swirled around the head like she was licking around an ice-cream cornet. She pressed the tip of it under the glans and then began flicking her tongue round its circumference. Then she made her tongue broad and repetatively made long strokes from base to top, all the while looking up at his face, at his eyes. He did glance down now and then at the sexual act being performed and his mouth would open, then he would stiffen in absolute concentration at the road ahead and the traffic behind. In fact, he had opened his window an inch, hoping a blast of fresh air would aid his concentration.
When her tongue was tired she licked her lips, pursed them, and took him into her mouth. She kept her lips firmly wrapped round his cock, so there was a vacuum, and suction and she gently pumped away, slowly rhythmically, quickening then slowing down, alternating the speed, teasing.
Keeping his dick in her mouth she turned her head slightly to meet his eyes. They were still driving on a dual carriageway, probably about 60mph.
"Never stop!" gasped Rab. "I mean don't stop." "It's amazing. My dick's on Fire."
Izzy popped him out of her mouth and gave him a hard stare. "Keep your eyes on the fucking road."
Then she lifted out her tub of icecream and filled her mouth with a massive glob and swallowed. Then she immediately took Rab's cock and rubbed it against the icy roof of her mouth. Rab's body shuddered at the change in temperature. He gasped and from his facial expression Izzy knew he was finding the shock pleasurable. She did this a few times and then she thought, it's time to finish him off.
She didn't have the room to take the full length of him into her mouth, her head would bang off the steering wheel. But as she leant over and held him again her crucifix chain popped out of her blouse and hung down in front of her chin.
Izzy's creative talents and imaginative mind were well known to all who knew her.
She suddenly hooked the chain with her tongue and took it into her mouth. Then she begin licking the shaft of Rab's cock again and rubbing the chain against it with her tongue. The crucifix cross hung down. She took it between her teeth and stabbed it against the glans. If Rab liked being stung by nettles he would be over the moon with a crucifix scratching.
Rab could feel sharp stabs of pain at the head of his penis and knew Izzy must be playing a game. But pain turned him on and he was writhing in ecstacy, arching his back, finding it difficult to grip the steering wheel. He was about to come.
Izzy sensed this and as soon as he started to ripple and pulsate she pointed his cock in the direction of the car roof.
Arrrgggghhhhh he groaned. Izzy still had him in her hand, enjoying feeling the reflexes of ejaculation. The penis was a wonderful muscle. His seed had shot over the handbrake, gape between their seats and in the direction of the back seat. She knew that inevitably it would be all over her suit jacket.
She could get it dry cleaned and make him pay for it or put it in the back of her wardrobe in case there was ever a Monica Lewinsky situation when she would need it as evidence...
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