Story 35 #2
She felt one of his hands move to the front of her shorts then. He undid them, pushing the zip down, and then his hand was in her panties, rubbing at her pussy. She felt his fingers move along it, going to the clit and pushing at it.
She pushed herself against his touch.
She undid his pants and pulled out his cock, her hand wrapping around his hard shaft.
She jerked him off as he kept playing with her pussy, as he kept sucking on her breasts, his lips pushing against her nipples.
Then, she was moving down his body, kissing him all over.
She pulled his pants down and bent over his cock. She pushed it back and licked the underside from the balls all the way to the tip. She sucked on the sides of it and then let it slip past her lips, pushing it deep into her mouth, sucking on it, and holding it in her mouth.
She began to move her head up and down on his cock.
He reached down and stroked her head.
“Come here,” he panted, “come here.”
She raised her face and knew just what he wanted. She slipped her panties off.
She moved her body around, still holding onto his cock, and straddled his face, pushing her pussy down to his mouth.
He grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy down to him. He began to lick at her, his tongue pushing into her and then moving to her clit. She moaned, and then bent down to his cock, pushing it into her mouth again as he continued to lick at her pussy.
They were locked together, pleasuring one another.
But then he rolled her over onto her back and went to his knees over her. He looked down at her as she lay there, her legs spread. She reached down and rubbed at her pussy, spreading her lips for him.
Then, he bent over her, moving between her legs. She felt his cock pushing into her. She let out a long moan as she felt him pushing deep into her.
He held himself there, his hard cock throbbing in her tight little pussy.
Then, he began thrusting into her, his cock moving back and forth slowly and then picking up the pace, starting to fuck her harder, harder. She was moaning with every stroke of his cock, feeling the bed rocking with every thrust.
Then, he was moving off her, going to his knees. She looked up at him and knew what he wanted. She went on her hands and knees and looked back at him, her pussy ready for him.
He wrapped one of his arms around her stomach and pulled her back to him as he pushed his cock into her. He held her there as he began thrusting, fucking her, her breasts bouncing. His hand moved up her body to grab hold of them, squeezing them as he fucked her harder, harder till, at last, he came inside her.
That had been how things had started for them, and there had been some other fun times since then. She supposed that she was quite looking forward to seeing him again when he got back, and she was sure that they'd have more fun times together. And yet, she couldn't stop thinking about Andy. Even her trip to visit her friend had become less important to her than this car journey that she was going to have with Andy.
She told herself that she would have to do her absolute best to control her emotions. She couldn’t let Andy see how she was feeling.
At last, the day arrived. She got dressed in a simple summer dress. It was comfortable but also made her look good. It was short enough to show off her impressive legs, as well as the rest of her figure.
She wanted to see that look on his face again, that look that she was sure she’d seen there before. She wanted to be desired by him. She knew that it was wrong, that he was older than her, that he was her father’s business partner, but she couldn’t help herself. The fact that it was so wrong only seemed to make her want it even more.
She waited for Andy to arrive. At last, she heard the car horn outside.
“Have fun,” her father called out, and she couldn’t help but think that he had no idea about the kind of fun that she had in mind. She didn’t think that anything would happen with Andy, but she was going to have some fun staying with her friend, anyway.
She headed out to the car.
When she got there, she was surprised to see that there was another man in the back seat.
He was about the same age as Andy, and also very good-looking. He was slightly shorter, with a slightly stockier build. He had tanned skin, dark eyes, short, black hair, and a thin face.
He smiled at her as she got into the car. There was something in that smile - it didn’t seem to quite touch his eyes. He was looking at her intently.
Then, she turned her attention to Andy. He was smartly dressed and looked just as good as he always did.
“Amy,” he said with a smile, “good to see you. This is Rob. He’s a friend of mine who is coming along for the ride. I hope you don’t mind?”
"Not at all," she said, smiling back at him. He looked so good that her desire for him seemed to have reached a fever pitch. She wanted him. She wanted him to take her right there and then, to drag her out of the car, bend her over the hood of the car, push her dress up, pull her panties down, and fuck her tight there and then, to push his cock into her and take her. She didn't care about Rob sitting there, watching. She didn't care who saw what was happening. She felt as though she had to have him.
But she knew that it was never going to happen and that it wouldn’t do her any good to fantasize about it.
“Pleased to meet you,” Rob said in a deep voice, “Andy insisted that you sit up front, so I’ve been relegated to the back.”
“Sorry about that,” she smiled back at him.
“No need to apologize.”
He looked at her with such intensity that she found it quite disarming. She sat back in the front seat as Andy pulled out.
This was not going the way that she had thought that it would. She had expected that it would just be the two of them, that they would spend the drive together. Now, there was also Rob.
However, she liked Rob. He was good-looking and charming. There was something about him as well - the way that he looked at her made her feel strange. She tried to focus on Andy, but even when she was talking to him, if she looked in the rear-view mirror, she would catch Rob looking at her.
As they made their way out of town onto the highway, she felt as though there was a strange atmosphere in the car, a tension that she couldn’t quite explain.
She told herself that it was probably just her imagination.
However, as they drove along the highway, something happened that she hadn't expected. She was in the middle of answering a question that Rob had asked her about whether or not she had a boyfriend. There was a flirtatious tone in his voice - or, at least, that was what she thought she heard when he asked her the question, anyway.
But then, she felt something brush against her leg. She looked down and saw that it was Andy's hand. The tips of his fingers moved over her thigh very delicately, touching her lightly and leaving her wanting more. His fingers got to her knee and brushed it. At first, she had wondered if it was something that he had done by accident. However, the fact that his fingers stayed there left her thinking that it couldn't just be an accident.
"Oh, I'm sure that Amy has plenty of boys chasing after her," Andy said, his eyes still on the road but the tips of his fingers still on her leg, "I'm sure that they chase her, but I'm sure that she's always one step ahead of them."
He had taken his hand away, and it seemed as though it might have all been some kind of strange dream. But then he turned to her, and she saw a light in his eyes, an intensity that told her that it was no dream, that it had really happened.
"I guess that's true," she replied, feeling a growing sense of excitement. She was sure that he wanted her now. But what could she do about Rob in the back of the car? He was still there, watching her every move. She glanced in the rear-view mirror once more. He was smiling as though he knew something that she didn't know. Maybe if he wasn't there, then she would have been able to flirt a bit with Andy, maybe even make a move of her own, see where it would lead. Sure, there was the chance that Andy might be shocked, might tell her father, but somehow that uncertainty only spurred her on. And, besides, he had made the first move, hadn't he?
“Oh, yes,” Andy said. His hand went back to her knee and patted it now before caressing it and then letting go, returning to the steering wheel, “I’m sure that Amy here has all the boys lusting over her. I mean, just look at her. And I’m sure that you have a few little tricks of your own, don’t you? A few ways to keep the boys chasing you.”
He turned to her slowly, taking his eyes off the road. She turned to look at him, and there seemed to be an understanding between the two of them.
“I guess I do have a trick or two,” she said with a smile. Any pretense seemed to have dropped now. But what did Rob make of all this?
Andy looked back at the road.
“There’s a hotel up ahead,” he said, casually, as though he was just pointing out that it looked like it might rain, “how about we get ourselves a room and you can show us some of those tricks of yours? We can all have a little bit of fun together, what do you say?”
Now she felt as though she understood what was going on, and she felt even more excited, although nervous at the same time.
“Sure,” she said, “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.”
That was all that he needed to hear. His hand went back to her knee and patted it.
“Good girl,” he said.
Then, Rob leaned forward.
“But hopefully not too good, eh?” he said.
They pulled into the hotel parking lot.
“Wait here,” Andy said, “I’ll sort out a room.”
He went into the reception.
Rob and Amy sat silently in the car, the tension palpable.
Then, Andy returned with the key.
“Come on, then,” he said.
They all got out of the car. This still didn’t quite seem real to her, but she followed them both into the room.
It was a basic room with a large bed and an armchair.
She looked around, and then she looked at Andy expectantly. What was about to happen here?