Part 2 - Steamy Windows

You asked me to meet you in the city. Time and place arranged. I was there, nervous. Excited. Wet, with the unknown knowledge that you wanted me... I wanted you. The weather was cool, but my palms sweaty and itchy. I parked my car... and.... waited... for you. I rolled a cigarette. My hands shaking... with nerves... with excitement. I paced up and down, checking my watch, checking I was looking presentable. Checking my reflection in the shop glass window.
I looked at my watch, 2 o'clock I was on time. As I glanced from the left, you appeared from the right. My heart jumped. The last time we were together... we were kissing in the pub. I had my hands all over your body, well .... almost! You met me with a smile. My heart pumping so fast it felt like it would burst out of my chest. " Hi " my voice shaking. You replied back " hello." I felt awkward but ready for you. We walked, well I followed you, to the cafe for a coffee and a chat. I opened the door for you. From now on I was to open the door for you, put you first, make your happiness my priority. With gladness, but with interrupted nervousness. I soon found my niche. You were my new Love. I fell for you the first time I saw you. We sat, we drank, my words coming out all distorted. I couldn't keep my eyes of you. You smiled a lot which made matters worse, I couldn't keep my composure for long. My excuse was I needed the toilet. Staggering to the door, I missed the handle. Feeling the glare of your eyes upon my back. The wetness between my legs .. growing. The anticipation of tasting your lips upon mine. I hovered upon the seat, the jet of urine hitting the pan. My legs shaking with the heat in my imagination, you and I fucking! The sound of the chain ringing in my ears. I washed my hands and hurried back to my seat. I was presented with three blank cards. The instructions to describe three events in full. My mind raced with fear that I couldn't do this. What was I to write about. I smiled a lot at you. Your gorgeous smile lit a thousand candles in my heart. Coffee finished. We drove to the country. I followed you. The time was late afternoon. You pulled into a country lane and parked up. I parked behind you, climbed out of my car, hit the central locking and walked nervously around to the passenger side of your car. You leaned over, opened the door and I climbed in!
My pulse was racing, my mouth dry. You checked there was no other cars present. The windows were starting to steam up. Camouflage for our rendezvous. You placed your feet on my lap. Your gaze had me hypnotised. Slowly I untied your laces on your left shoe. Slid the shoe off your foot. Peeled the sock off, taking your foot to my mouth-gently sucked your toes... one... by ... one. You were putty in my grasp. I looked up at you, you had your eyes shut, licking your lips. Your hand reached down between your legs. You simulated masturbating...moaning;you weren't on the planet. Working my hands underneath your trousers to your thighs. Twisting my body to face you. You leaned forward, placing your hands either side of my face, pulling me towards you We kissed. Deep .... hot... with untold passion. My tongue danced upon you tongue. I reached behind you, releasing your bra strap. Climbing awkwardly into the back seat. Soon we were semi dressed and wanting each other. I slid you down to my level. With some kind of gymnastics I maneuvered myself so I was in eye contact with your clit, still buried in fabric. I could smell your scent. Pulling the zipped down, easing the trousers down from your body, with them the white knickers that hid your sex. Yanking the white fabric aside... I pushed my finger deep into your hole... You screamed with sheer pleasure. The sweet aroma hitting me, I wanted to fuck you there and then, but I so wanted to tease you. I pulled myself up and buried my tongue in yours. We kissed for an eternity. My finger still working on your sex. Mine was hungry for some attention, but my priority lay with pleasing you. My hand aching for a rest, but my mind... full of lust for you. Your ample juicy breasts hung before me like ripened fruit, fruit for the taking. Climbing upwards, still my hand deep inside your juicy clit, squelching, liquids flowing, your orgasm building. Cramp grabbing hold of my finger, pushing the pain aside. I take each supple nipple in my mouth and suck.. soft to begin with then harder. Your eyes are shut, you're on that planet again. I'm bringing you into land. My hand quickens, the pace hitting your right where you need it. Beads of perspiration run down my forehead, my fringe sticking to my face. Our kissing takes on a new level. I can feel you ... you're coming; you let out a muffled scream, not wanting the outside world to know what we're doing. What I'm doing to you. I'm fucking you with my finger. On the back seat of your car. On the back seat of your car in the country. In the country where any one can see. But the windows are all steamed up... perfect for our rendezvous. Your orgasm hitting new heights. Your shaking with the after shocks of the earthquake. The earthquake that has just ripped through your body. Tremors tickle your muted senses. Your mouth is dry. My finger's dripping wet with your cum. You slowly open your eyes, staring at the ceiling... then altering your gaze to mine. Your expression speaks a thousands words........ we kiss.. again.......... and again............. and AGAIN..!!!