Slow Burn Drive-In

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the “Burger Bliss” drive-through, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the growing heat between my wife, Sarah, and me. We’d been driving for an hour, stuck in a line that snaked around the building twice, a testament to this new, trendy fast-food establishment’s popularity in our sleepy little town. Sarah was insistent; she’d been craving their neon-pink frosted burgers all day, and honestly, I wasn’t about to deny her. The line moved at a glacial pace, each car inching forward a frustratingly slow distance. The air hung thick and humid, smelling of greasy fries and desperation.

As the minutes stretched into an eternity, I felt a strange shift in Sarah. She always had a touch of shyness, a quiet reserve that made her so captivating. But tonight, she was different. She reached into the back seat, pulling out a plush, emerald green blanket, and draped it over my lap. The cool fabric against my skin was a welcome relief from the oppressive heat, but it wasn't just the temperature that sent a jolt through me. Her hand, slender and pale, emerged from beneath the blanket, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of my jeans.

“It’s dark, and no one can see,” she whispered, her voice husky with a hint of mischief. “Besides, we have time to kill.”

Her words, spoken with such casual abandon, ignited something primal within me. I’d never known Sarah to be this bold, this overtly sensual. The sheer audacity of her actions, the blatant disregard for societal norms, sent a wave of heat flooding through my veins. Before she even had my pants completely off, I felt a hard erection bloom within me, a silent acknowledgment of the escalating tension between us. Her touch, usually gentle and hesitant, was now firm and deliberate, her fingertips tracing patterns on my skin, teasing me with the promise of pleasure.

As we shuffled forward in the line, inching closer to the ordering window, Sarah continued her playful provocation. She pulled at the collar of her crimson tank top, exposing a generous expanse of cleavage, her ample breasts straining against the fabric. It was a weakness of mine, a deep-seated desire that she knew how to exploit perfectly. Her hand moved slowly, deliberately, pumping my cock with a rhythmic insistence that built an unbearable pressure within me. The movement was both tender and possessive, a silent declaration of her intentions. Each stroke was a step closer to the precipice of release.

Around the ten-minute mark, as we were just two cars ahead of the order takers, the inevitable happened. A warm, insistent trickle of cum erupted from my body, a torrent of pent-up desire. Thankfully, Sarah had anticipated this, and the blanket provided a discreet shield from prying eyes. A wave of relief washed over me, mingled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. This unexpected delay, this shared moment of intimacy amidst the chaos of the drive-through, had amplified the pleasure exponentially.

We continued our slow progress, the rain continuing its relentless assault on the roof above. The air grew even more charged with anticipation, the unspoken desires between us hanging heavy in the humid air. Finally, we reached the order window, the tantalizing aroma of burgers and fries filling the air.

As we pulled out of the drive-through, Sarah didn’t break the rhythm. She continued to stroke my cock, her hand expertly navigating the rising waves of pleasure. The taste of her skin, warm and salty, mingled with the scent of the rain-soaked asphalt. I felt like I was floating, suspended in a blissful haze of lust and abandon.

We drove home, the burgers and fries piled high in the back seat, but neither of us was particularly hungry. The anticipation of what awaited us in the sanctuary of our bedroom was far more appealing. As we pulled into the driveway, I reached across the passenger seat and grabbed her by the hair, my grip firm and possessive. Her gasp of surprise was a sweet melody to my ears.

I leaned in, planting a passionate kiss on her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her hair. My hand immediately found its mark, gripping her breast firmly, savoring the fullness and softness beneath my fingertips. She moaned with delight, her body trembling with pleasure. I pulled her closer, her hips brushing against mine as we continued to kiss, our movements becoming increasingly urgent and demanding. Her moans intensified, a desperate plea for more.

As I continued to explore her body, her shirt and bra fell to the floor, revealing the delicate curve of her chest. I lifted her into my arms, carrying her to the kitchen counter. As she removed her clothes, her movements were languid and sensual, a silent invitation to indulge in her pleasure.

With a gentle hand, I began to caress her pussy, my movements slow and deliberate, building the anticipation to fever pitch. She clung to me, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. My fingers slowly descended, finding their way inside her, my hand moving rhythmically, teasing her sensitive tissues. The taste of her arousal was exquisite, a potent blend of salt and sweetness. My mouth then followed suit, tracing the contours of her nipples, going back and forth in a slow, tantalizing dance.

As she cried out my name, her body convulsed with pleasure, her muscles tensing and releasing in a rhythmic spasm. I knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed. With a swift, decisive movement, I slid my hand further in, deepening her pleasure.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as she bit my ear, her teeth grazing my skin with a playful nip. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, intoxicating and overwhelming. My own body responded instinctively, my cock hardening in anticipation.

As we reached the peak of our passion, both of us let out a synchronized moan, our bodies shaking with the intensity of the moment. The rain continued to beat down on the roof, but we were oblivious to the outside world, lost in the throes of our shared pleasure.

When we finally drew back, panting and breathless, we held each other close, clinging to the memory of our shared ecstasy. A final, lingering kiss sealed the moment, a silent promise of more to come. The drive-through experience, the unexpected delay, the shared intimacy – it had all culminated in this perfect, unforgettable encounter. It was a night I knew I would cherish forever, a testament to the raw, primal desires that connect us all. And as I looked into Sarah's eyes, filled with the same intense pleasure, I knew that this was just the beginning.

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