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14/05/2010
I’ve always been keen on cars, reading about them, buying and selling them, taking them to bits and, most importantly, driving them. Whether a night out or a drive to the North of Scotland to surf with friends any journey was fine as long as I was behind the wheel. Of course, there’s only one thing better than driving and that’s driving and car sex.
There are lots of variations and I have tried most from a Blowjob while driving on the Motorway, a handjob in a layby, an exhibitionist girlfriend masturbating naked on the passenger seat of the car showing off to passing truck drivers to a full on fuck in the back-seat with steamed-up windows and seat cleaning in the aftermath of a huge blow-out!
Samita P was my first experience, a slinky Indian girl I don’t ever remember asking out, but who I somehow started dating around the time of my 18th birthday. She was a beauty but had strict parents and for the first couple of dates it was hand-holding and kissing at the movies with me in grammar-school uniform, her a busty 19yr in traditional Indian clothes as she lived at home and attended the local art college.
I didn’t have a car but she used her Mum’s which was agonising as her parents insisted on dropping her at parties or evenings out and always with her friend Fabia so I never had much chance to be alone. The best I’d managed was her rubbing my cock through my jeans and me getting my hand down under her skirt at the cinema and rubbing her pussy through her knickers. Hardly a resounding sexual success!
But that all changed at my mate Paul’s 21st birthday in a hotel a few miles outside of town. Samita called me up, and said “Do you want a lift to the party?’ I was rather taken aback “Aren’t you getting dropped off by your Mum and Dad and isn’t Fabi coming?” I replied but she quickly said “No thank goodness, they’re out this Saturday so I get to drive myself as long as no-one else is in the car. Oh and Fabi has said she’s going but she’s seeing Matt so we’re one another alibi”.
Saturday came and she’d left the house in a bright blue silk trouser suit to appease her parents but shortly after stopping off she stopped in a lay-by in a country lane. “Wait here” she said “and try not to stare…” and with that she jumped out went to the boot and, walking round to the passenger side to give herself some cover, proceeded to strip down to bra and knickers to change into a very short black pinafore dress. Fucking hell! She had an amazing body, coffee coloured with a white bra and silky white knickers. “Enjoying the view” she laughed “well it’s a bit of a surprise so, yeah I am” I spluttered. Two minutes later we were on our way, me squirming in the seat with an unmanageable hard-on.
The evening was uneventful, a bit of a slow-dance grope and some kissing in the dark corners. About 10:30 Samita announced she’d have to go to get back before curfew and said “Do you want to come with me Peter or are you staying?” Now the prospect of a snog and a quick feel in the car was enough to secure my early departure and we were in the car and half way home within 10 minutes.
What I’d forgotten or at least pushed to the back of my mind was that she had to change back before she arrived home. Samita drove for another couple of minutes before pulling over into the wooded entrance of a field and she announced “ won’t be a sec.” jumping out before moving round to the front of the car and into the headlights. “I need to change back” she mouthed through the windscreen. But, was I ever in for a shock. Standing in full view she pulled the dress over her head to reveal….well nothing. She’d gone into the toilets and taken off everything but her dress earlier in the evening and now stood in black heeled boots naked and willing. “You getting out or are you just gonna stare” she said, hand on hip.
I was out in a shot walking towards her. “Sit on the bonnet” she instructed and I leaned back on her Mum’s Honda while she squatted in front of me looking up with her deep brown eyes “you’re really gonna enjoy this” she laughed and unbuttoned my 501s. My cock was sticking straight up as soon as it was released and after a couple of licks up and down she slowly swallowed almost all of its length. “Fucking hell” was all I could manage. After four or five minutes she straightened up and still gripping my shaft gave me a long deep kiss. “Now you can fuck me” she said “and remember I want fucking so make it hard” she said.
She pushed me aside, spread her legs and laid over the bonnet arse up. Her pussy glistened and I took no time pushing all the way in to her making her shout out as I forced into her. She held open her arse cheeks “enjoying that view are you” she hissed and I have to say the sight of my hard cock pounding into her tightly curled pubes and soft lips was just about the best thing I’d ever seen. I continued at a frenetic pace, my shirt soaking with sweat in the warm evening air and I could feel my balls start to tighten as Samita panted beneath me. “I’m going to cum soon Babe” I told her “Oh yes” she moaned “your decide, pussy or mouth” I didn’t want to stop and just kept pounding until I exploded in her, pushing her hard into the bonnet.
I pulled out and took a step back, watching my cum drip onto her Mum’s car and onto the ground. She twisted around to face me, put her hand down to her pussy, scooped out a finger-full of cum and licked it off. “Wouldn’t want to waste it” she purred. She kissed me again then walked to the back of the car to get her formal clothes.
I stood, jeans around ankles, cock slowly softening, amazed at what had happened. We got back in breathless. “Wow” I said, “that was fucking amazing” “I know” she replied starting the car. “Shame we won’t get to do it again” I was stunned. “Why?” “I’m getting married. A doctor, Florida. Friend of my Dad’s” She said backing out onto the road. “When” I said shocked. “Next month. I’m off to India next week to prepare with my Mum. This has been fun though, eh?” Well yes it had, and it was a bittersweet kiss goodbye when she dropped me at home. Never saw or heard of her again but I do remember Samita and her Mums slightly stained Honda Civic!
There are lots of variations and I have tried most from a Blowjob while driving on the Motorway, a handjob in a layby, an exhibitionist girlfriend masturbating naked on the passenger seat of the car showing off to passing truck drivers to a full on fuck in the back-seat with steamed-up windows and seat cleaning in the aftermath of a huge blow-out!
Samita P was my first experience, a slinky Indian girl I don’t ever remember asking out, but who I somehow started dating around the time of my 18th birthday. She was a beauty but had strict parents and for the first couple of dates it was hand-holding and kissing at the movies with me in grammar-school uniform, her a busty 19yr in traditional Indian clothes as she lived at home and attended the local art college.
I didn’t have a car but she used her Mum’s which was agonising as her parents insisted on dropping her at parties or evenings out and always with her friend Fabia so I never had much chance to be alone. The best I’d managed was her rubbing my cock through my jeans and me getting my hand down under her skirt at the cinema and rubbing her pussy through her knickers. Hardly a resounding sexual success!
But that all changed at my mate Paul’s 21st birthday in a hotel a few miles outside of town. Samita called me up, and said “Do you want a lift to the party?’ I was rather taken aback “Aren’t you getting dropped off by your Mum and Dad and isn’t Fabi coming?” I replied but she quickly said “No thank goodness, they’re out this Saturday so I get to drive myself as long as no-one else is in the car. Oh and Fabi has said she’s going but she’s seeing Matt so we’re one another alibi”.
Saturday came and she’d left the house in a bright blue silk trouser suit to appease her parents but shortly after stopping off she stopped in a lay-by in a country lane. “Wait here” she said “and try not to stare…” and with that she jumped out went to the boot and, walking round to the passenger side to give herself some cover, proceeded to strip down to bra and knickers to change into a very short black pinafore dress. Fucking hell! She had an amazing body, coffee coloured with a white bra and silky white knickers. “Enjoying the view” she laughed “well it’s a bit of a surprise so, yeah I am” I spluttered. Two minutes later we were on our way, me squirming in the seat with an unmanageable hard-on.
The evening was uneventful, a bit of a slow-dance grope and some kissing in the dark corners. About 10:30 Samita announced she’d have to go to get back before curfew and said “Do you want to come with me Peter or are you staying?” Now the prospect of a snog and a quick feel in the car was enough to secure my early departure and we were in the car and half way home within 10 minutes.
What I’d forgotten or at least pushed to the back of my mind was that she had to change back before she arrived home. Samita drove for another couple of minutes before pulling over into the wooded entrance of a field and she announced “ won’t be a sec.” jumping out before moving round to the front of the car and into the headlights. “I need to change back” she mouthed through the windscreen. But, was I ever in for a shock. Standing in full view she pulled the dress over her head to reveal….well nothing. She’d gone into the toilets and taken off everything but her dress earlier in the evening and now stood in black heeled boots naked and willing. “You getting out or are you just gonna stare” she said, hand on hip.
I was out in a shot walking towards her. “Sit on the bonnet” she instructed and I leaned back on her Mum’s Honda while she squatted in front of me looking up with her deep brown eyes “you’re really gonna enjoy this” she laughed and unbuttoned my 501s. My cock was sticking straight up as soon as it was released and after a couple of licks up and down she slowly swallowed almost all of its length. “Fucking hell” was all I could manage. After four or five minutes she straightened up and still gripping my shaft gave me a long deep kiss. “Now you can fuck me” she said “and remember I want fucking so make it hard” she said.
She pushed me aside, spread her legs and laid over the bonnet arse up. Her pussy glistened and I took no time pushing all the way in to her making her shout out as I forced into her. She held open her arse cheeks “enjoying that view are you” she hissed and I have to say the sight of my hard cock pounding into her tightly curled pubes and soft lips was just about the best thing I’d ever seen. I continued at a frenetic pace, my shirt soaking with sweat in the warm evening air and I could feel my balls start to tighten as Samita panted beneath me. “I’m going to cum soon Babe” I told her “Oh yes” she moaned “your decide, pussy or mouth” I didn’t want to stop and just kept pounding until I exploded in her, pushing her hard into the bonnet.
I pulled out and took a step back, watching my cum drip onto her Mum’s car and onto the ground. She twisted around to face me, put her hand down to her pussy, scooped out a finger-full of cum and licked it off. “Wouldn’t want to waste it” she purred. She kissed me again then walked to the back of the car to get her formal clothes.
I stood, jeans around ankles, cock slowly softening, amazed at what had happened. We got back in breathless. “Wow” I said, “that was fucking amazing” “I know” she replied starting the car. “Shame we won’t get to do it again” I was stunned. “Why?” “I’m getting married. A doctor, Florida. Friend of my Dad’s” She said backing out onto the road. “When” I said shocked. “Next month. I’m off to India next week to prepare with my Mum. This has been fun though, eh?” Well yes it had, and it was a bittersweet kiss goodbye when she dropped me at home. Never saw or heard of her again but I do remember Samita and her Mums slightly stained Honda Civic!
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PETER