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By (user no longer on site) OP
47 weeks ago
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I heard the motor stop. There was a long pause until the door opened and closed. The passenger door of the lorry opened and hands gripped the handles as their owner followed them up into the cab. That’s the first sight I had of you as you made your way under the curtain. From the drivers seat I saw your hair held up by a clip, atop a slightly apprehensive face.
You pulled yourself into the cab and stepped into the middle. You had a white, loose jumper that hung straight down from your breasts, leaving a gap at the bottom. A gap that I wanted to upturn my hand into and find my way to those boobs. I didn’t. Your jeans fitted you perfectly, showing your gorgeous, curvy figure to the full. You stepped out of your bright white and pink trainers, kicking them under the passenger seat. You looked at me as if you wanted to know if I approved. I did. Very much, but I couldn’t tell you.
I nodded towards your jumper and you crossed your arms in front, reaching for its hem, before pulling it over your head revealing the dark green balcony bra that held in and up your breasts. You seemed unsure what to do with jumper at first before folding it and placing it on the dashboard. I gestured for you to turn round and you did, before coming to a stop in your original position. I wanted to unclip that bra. I wanted to see what was beneath. You unclipped your hair and with a slight shake, your hair tumbled onto your breast. I didn’t want you to know that I wanted you so badly. I shifted uncomfortably as my cock hardened. Thankfully, you couldn’t see the effect you were having on me.
You slowly unbuttoned your jeans and pulled the waistband to open the zip. You caught the bottom of one leg with the opposing foot and with practiced ease, stepped out of them. All the time your eyes didn’t leave mine and mine didn’t yours. I did notice the matching french knickers with a little slit on the thighs. That slit seemed the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
You looked vulnerable. You were unsure. Your eyes wanted to know what I expected. Again, I made you turn around so as I could see you. As you faced away from me, I reached up and touched your thigh, bringing your slow twirl to a halt. I slowly and lightly moved my hand around to the back of your thigh before letting my fingers move to the back of your knee. I noticed your goosebumps as my hand ran up your thigh, nosed under the french knickers and my fingers ran along the crease of your bum. I increased the pressure slightly, manoeuvring you to face me again.
I brought my hand back down your outer thigh to just above your knee. Again, I looked into your eyes. As I moved to your inner thigh I noticed you lightly bite your bottom lip. You looked so vulnerable and I admit I felt a little pang guilt, but apparently this is what you wanted.
As my hand moved further up your inner thigh you adjusted slightly to allow my hand access. I stopped your knickers, checking to give you time to stop me if you wanted to. You didn’t take the opportunity and my fingers slipped under the silky material. My fingers traced alongside your pussy, between your labia and leg and back towards the crease of your bum. I followed the line lightly. I could feel the heat and dampness of your pussy on my forearm and you seemed to grind down on me a little. I didn't move my arm away.
I cupped your bum cheek and slightly pulled you to me. My face was now level with your pussy which was peeking out from the side of your knickers. I ran a finger down your crack and you clenched. I looked at you and raised my eyebrow. You relaxed and my fingers found your little bum hole. I knew the rules, but I wanted you to know I was in control. I made you think I would invade your arse. You looked a little nervous. Your look changed and you pushed back on my finger. I kept to the rules and you looked a little disappointed.
My thumb parted your lips and you sighed. You were no longer damp, but wet. With the tip of my thumb I touched your clit. It was like a shock through your body and you sighed heavily. I gently started to massage it and you moved your hips rhythmically. I picked up the pace a little and your rhythm matched. You adjusted yourself so as your foot was on the ledge of the dashboard. Your eyes were closed and your head back. You steadied yourself on the seat with one hand and I felt the other on the back of my head. I pulled away. I was in charge.
You grabbed my head forcefully and pulled it towards you, I came off the seat and was on my knees as you buried my face into your cunt. I could taste your sweet mustiness. I ran my tongue over your smooth inner labia before inserting my tongue into you briefly. Using my hands I pulled the skin tighter, exposing your clit for my tongue. I circled it, I licked it, I flicked it and I sucked it as you groaned loudly. I wanted to have you so much, but I also wanted your orgasm. Your hips bucked and you help my head ever tighter in. The rhythm became ragged and I was definitely no longer in charge. I felt you buck wildly and tense before yelling “FUCK”. The first and last time I heard your voice that night.
You held me into you as you came heavily. I could feel you filling my mouth, running down my chin. You tasted amazing.
I pulled myself up and looked down at you as you had slumped against the passenger seat. My god, I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to make love to you. I wanted you. Remember the rules.
I unbuckled my trousers. That vulnerable look had returned. I was rock hard. I pulled your mouth onto my cock. My attempt at reasserting control unravelled quickly and I came all to fast. I wanted to hold you. I wanted to spend the rest of the night with you, but all three of us had made the rules.
I watched you dress. I watched you put your shoes on. I watched you climb out of the cab. I watched you get into the passenger seat of the waiting car. I watched him taste my cum on your lips.
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As I lay in bed, playing the evening over and over in my head you messaged. “Next time, I’m coming alone. I wanted you to kiss me.” |
