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By (user no longer on site) OP
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Chapter 6
They had about 40 minutes of the journey home left. I need to do something thought Izzy. I have to make a physical connection with him. A peck on the cheek as he drops me off won't suffice. If you don't make a skin to skin connection early on you are destined and doomed to be friends forever.
She opened the tub of icecream and used two fingers to scoop it up. Of course, some spilled on to her blouse and before she could catch it the blob had swiftly made its descent, hesitating at the mound of her breast then sliding its way down following a track which slid directly over her nipple. And as it did so, her body heat melted it until a large sticky stain appeared, making the silk blouse translucent underneath.
"Fuck! Rab have you got a wet wipe? I've got icecream on this blouse that cost me a bloody fortune."
Rab looked across out of his driving trance. He saw Izzy picking away at the blouse with a fingernail.
"In the glove box. Babywipes. Should be a bottle of water in there too."
Izzy grabbed a wad of wipes and drenched them with water. She squeezed the wad until water dripped down and saturated the stain and then scrubbed at her right breast, the wet patch spreading bigger and bigger and when Rab looked over and saw her fussing over it he could see a vague circle of nipple through the wet silk. Then the nipple popped up and he saw Izzy herself draw in a sharp intake of breath as she looked across and met his eyes.
"You could take it off if you like," he said. "It's warm enough in here. It might be dry by the time I get you home."
Izzy shook her head and thought no thanks, I call the shots. She was a bit taken aback to be honest. Was that a come-on? Or a joke? A song she recognised had come onto the radio. She'd switched to 6. None of that FunnySwinger shite. It was Playground Love by Air.
"I'm a high school lover
And you're my favourite flavour
Love is all, all my soul
You're my playground love."
She turned the volume up. This must be one one of the sexiest songs ever recorded. Slow, mournful, exquisite saxaphone solo and a dreamy French guy's vocal. How many men had she seduced with this track? At least four! She felt the car speaker's vibration buzzing her left knee. It felt good. She hoped Rab didn't mind how loud it was.
She looked and he was fixated on the road ahead. The song, her ice cold breast, the speaker vibrations, her bare legs, her sore knee, the sight of Rab so carefully, dilligently watching the road was all serving to turn her on. Big time. She was going for it. Her eyes drifted down to his left thigh in its pair of chinos and she gently put her hand on it and squeezed.
Rab didn't flinch but she knew he was aware of where he hand was by the way his breathing had changed. He was breathing out through pursed lips.
As she gently moved her hand, still squeezing, towards his inner thigh she felt a bulge developing under 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 and moved his head more towards the windscreen.
"Can't we stop in a layby or s-something?" whispered Izzy. She was rather shocked at the shakiness of her own voice.
"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 softly held the back of her head and stroked the length of her neck, naver taking his eye off the road. She smirked at this sign of encouragement.
"Then you'll need to lie back and enjoy the drive," she whispered. "And I think you are right in that this blouse will be better off than on..."
She undid the 3 or so buttons which were holding the blouse together. She hunched forward and slid it off.
Rab gasped outloud as he saw her smooth, bare back. She glanced sideways at him and bit her lip in anticipation of that would come next. She slowly arched back into her seat and lay back.
The section of A27 they were currently driving through was sparse but street lights lit up the inside of the car at 3 second intervals. And when this happened Izzy's semi-naked body was lit up by a bluish white light. When Rab looked across he took in the sight of this nakedness. Broad strong shoulders, her neck longer and even more elegant than he'd remembered. Leading down to THOSE BREASTS! Full, firm, wobbling slightly in transit. Perfect, pendulous and when the vision of them disappeared between streetlights he put his eyes back on the road waiting hungrily in anticipation of the next flash of them when her marblesque, smooth, milky-white skin would briefly light up as though snapped by a flash bulb in a photoshoot.
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. As soon as she released him his cock sprung up, hard, solid, an obedient soldier. He was shifting in his seat and Izzy knew she'd have to start off gently.
She bent her head down and began to kiss it softly, like a friend's cheek. It was growing in her grasp, becoming even more firmer and taller by the second.
"Good God!" Rab suddenly moaned. He was still driving, eyes ahead on their final stretch of the journey. He spoke quickly and passionately.
"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. The jap's eye was already filling with clear pre-cum. First her tongue dabbed into it and she swirled it around the head like she was licking an ice-cream. Then she pressed the tip of it under the glans and then began flicking her tongue around its circumference. She angled herself so she'd be able to take him deep into her mouth. Her bare breasts swung over the handbrake and rested agaist the side of his seat as she made her tongue broad and flat, repetatively making long slow 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 but had to look away quickly, try to focus on the road and the streets ahead. 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 gentle vacuum, suction and she gently pumped away, slowly rhythmically, quickening then slowing down, alternating the speed, teasing. Because he wasn't large she was able to take the whole length of him in, his helmet sliding against the roof of her mouth, reaching the back of her throat without gagging.
"Never stop!" gasped Rab. "I mean don't stop." "It's amazing. I'm on fire!"
Izzy popped him out of her mouth and gave him a hard stare.
"Keep your eyes on the fucking road. I want to get home alive, don't you?"
Then she grabbed with one hand her tub of icecream from the footwell 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.
As she held him at the base at eye-level and contemplated her next move her crucifix chain swung out and dangled over it.
Izzy's creative talents and imaginative mind were well known to all who knew her.
She 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. She reasoned that if Rab liked being stung by nettles he would find a crucifix stabbing delightful.
Rab could feel sharp stabs of pain at the head of his penis and knew Izzy must be playing some game. But pain turned him on and he was writhing in ecstacy now. He had no idea if he was driving the car or not. At this moment in time he did-not-give- a-fuck-because-he-was-about-to-come.
Izzy sensed this and as soon as he started to ripple and pulsate she squeezed his cock into her cleavage. She pushed her breasts together, trying to contain the semen which was firing out. One squirt caught the side of her face at the jawline. Another just missed her eye.
Rab was making gutteral noises but his half-closed eyes were still on the road. He was clutching the top of her head with his left hand as if to steady himself. The car slowed down.
"Are we here?" asked Izzy? She sat back in her seat with her arms folded across her sticky bare breasts.
Rab brought the car to a stop.
"Indeed, we have arrived, " he said. |
