Colorado Car Crash

The rain hammered against the tinted windows of the vintage Mustang, each drop a tiny percussion against the leather seats. Colorado in November was always a gamble, but the prospect of seeing my husband, Garret, and his family for Thanksgiving felt like a necessary evil. The ten-hour drive loomed ahead, a monotonous stretch of highway punctuated by the insistent drone of the radio. Garret, still recovering from a wisdom tooth extraction, had insisted on driving, a decision that immediately set off a chain reaction of anticipation and playful teasing within me. He knew exactly how to turn up the heat, and the thought of his touch, even just the promise of it, sent shivers down my spine.

As we packed the last of our belongings, he spun me around, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me close. His lips met mine with a possessive urgency, a hot, demanding kiss that ignited a quickening pulse. He pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of my neck, right where the heat always lingered, a point of exquisite sensitivity. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he slipped his hands into my pants, running his fingers along the dampness of my panties, teasing the delicate folds of skin. "Do you wanna have some fun?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble against my ear, the scent of his cologne blending with the familiar musk of arousal.

My breath caught in my throat. The simple question was a blatant invitation, a challenge to my restraint. A blush crept up my neck, a delicious discomfort that fueled my desire. "Oh, yes!" I breathed, my voice barely audible. The immediate response was a passionate kiss, a deep, almost desperate connection that sent a jolt through my entire body. He continued to rub my pussy, a slow, deliberate motion that intensified the pleasure, each stroke igniting a fire within me. I could feel the clitoris building, swelling with anticipation, a hard, throbbing response to his touch. It was a raw, primal sensation, a delicious ache that demanded release.

Then, abruptly, he stopped. He looked at me, a knowing glint in his eyes, and said, "On second thought, we really should get going." The sudden withdrawal felt like a betrayal, a cruel twist of fate that left me stranded in a simmering heat. He kissed me on the cheek, a quick, dismissive gesture, before turning and walking away, leaving me standing there with a familiar, desperate ache in my pants. "You can't just leave me like this!" I exclaimed, my voice laced with frustration and a desperate need for immediate gratification.

He turned back, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're gonna pay for this," he challenged, the words dripping with playful menace. It was a promise of pleasure, a hint of the delights to come, and it only intensified my desire.

The drive unfolded slowly, each mile a reminder of my predicament. The image of his hand wrapped around his cock, partially exposed through the tinted window, became an obsession, a constant, tantalizing presence in my mind. I strained to focus on the road, but my thoughts kept drifting back to that moment of teasing, the anticipation building with every passing moment. The rain intensified, blurring the world outside, mirroring the turmoil within me.

Three hours into the journey, the frustration reached a fever pitch. I couldn't contain the mounting tension any longer. A sudden, involuntary shudder racked my body, and I realized I needed to pull over. As soon as the car slowed, I wrestled with the seatbelt, desperate to free myself from the confines of the Mustang. Once released, I fumbled for my sweatpants, pulling them down with trembling hands, eager to escape the suffocating heat.

Pulling onto the shoulder of the highway, I parked the car, my heart pounding in my chest. Garret, sensing my agitation, immediately moved to retrieve his member, wrapping his hand around it protectively. He winked at me, a silent invitation to observe, and began to masturbate, the rhythmic movements captivating and intensely arousing. I watched, mesmerized, as he explored his own pleasure, the muscles in his body contracting and relaxing with each stroke. It was a primal, instinctive act, a display of raw desire that fueled my own escalating lust. The feeling of helplessness, the knowledge that I was denied immediate release, only intensified my longing.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked, his voice low and suggestive, as he brought his cock to full erection. His eyes held a challenge, a hint of provocation, and I knew I couldn't resist the pull. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible. The sight of his hard cock, glistening in the rain, was both captivating and overwhelming. I shifted my attention back to the road, but my gaze kept drifting back to the mesmerizing display of pleasure.

The tension built, the anticipation reaching a critical mass. Suddenly, I found myself unable to suppress the urge any longer. “Why don’t I make up for this morning?” I said, my voice trembling with anticipation.

Garret, ever attuned to my needs, immediately responded to my plea. He retrieved a pair of scissors from the glove compartment and carefully untied the drawstrings of my sweatpants, allowing me to slip them off without restraint. The cool air on my skin was a welcome relief, but it did little to quell the fire raging within me. Garret then positioned himself in the passenger seat, leaning forward slightly, giving me ample space to mount him. The car, filled with the scent of rain and arousal, became a hot box, amplifying the intensity of our shared desire.

As I lowered myself onto his lap, the leather seats pressed against my skin, a gentle reminder of our shared intimacy. The car smelled strongly of sex, a potent mix of arousal and anticipation, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere. My hips began to move, a slow, deliberate thrust that brought me closer to the edge of ecstasy. Just as I felt myself about to succumb, I halted my movements, holding back the inevitable release, desperate to prolong the pleasure. The discomfort was exquisite, a delicious torture that only served to heighten my desire.

"Wait, wait, wait," I gasped, clutching at Garret's shirt, my voice strained. "I want to cum on your cock."

He chuckled softly, understanding my needs perfectly. With a swift movement, he pulled himself upright, unzipped his pants, and positioned himself for my pleasure. His body was hard and rigid, a testament to his own arousal, and I knew I had to focus on the task at hand. As I straddled him, clinging to his hips, my breath grew shallow and rapid. The car, filled with the heat of our bodies, felt like a small, self-contained world, a sanctuary of pleasure and desire.

Lowering myself further, I felt the familiar pull of my own orgasm building, a wave of intense pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. But I fought against the urge, holding on just a little longer, desperate to savor every moment. The feeling was incredible, a symphony of sensations that left me breathless and trembling. "Baby," I groaned, my voice barely audible, "you're gonna make me cum!" With one final, desperate thrust, the dam broke, releasing a torrent of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Waves of ecstasy washed over me, leaving me weak and spent. I stopped to catch my breath, my body drenched in sweat, my senses reeling from the intensity of the experience. Garret pulled the car onto the shoulder of the highway, stopping the engine and turning off the radio. As he got out of the car, he noticed my distress and offered a comforting hand. "That was great," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

"We should do this more often," I replied, my voice still shaky with pleasure. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, a silent promise of future delights. We lay in each other’s arms for a while, too relaxed and tired to move, lost in the lingering echoes of our shared pleasure.

"I'm hungry," I said out of the blue, breaking the silence.

"Way to break the silence," Garret laughed, a hint of playful teasing in his voice. I unstraddled myself from him and attempted to put my clothes back on, struggling with the awkward movements. "Don't hurt yourself," he teased, as I fumbled with the drawstrings of my sweatpants.

As we drove to an In N Out Burger, I couldn't help but reflect on the incredible experience we had shared. The long drive, the teasing, the passionate encounter – it had all culminated in a night of unparalleled pleasure. As we continued our journey towards Garret's parents house, I knew that this trip, though arduous, had been worth it. The memory of our shared intimacy would linger long after the rain had stopped and the sun had begun to rise.

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