D turned to me in the passenger seat, his left wrist resting on the steering wheel. His gray blue eyes darted down to my legs spread wide across the black leather seat, panties pulled to the side. When his eyes met mine again, he flicked his eyebrows at me and gave me a little nod. I knew what that meant.

I shifted my butt in the seat to get a better angle to push my fingers deeper. I firmly pressed the pad of my middle finger into the softness of my g spot. A whispered moan made my back arch and my head tilt back, warm light from the sunroof catching my face.

When I looked back at D, his eyes were quickly shifting between me and the road. He was chewing one side of his bottom lip and I could see he was anxiously waiting for me.

I smiled at him and pulled my fingers out of my pussy. I paused briefly to examine my work. They were soaked with a translucent wetness, my cum stretching between my fingers. “Huh, I must be ovulating,” I thought to myself. Explained why I couldn’t keep my fingers out of myself for the past hour of our drive.

I leaned across the center console, held D’s eyes with mine, and slipped my fingers into his mouth. He immediately swirled his tongue around each finger, then sucked them as I pulled them out. I rested my fingertips on his bottom lip for second, delighting in how much he craved my pussy.

He leaned his head back against the head rest and let out a long groan, full of satisfaction and frustration and desire. “Baaabe,” he said. “You taste SO good.”

I blushed a little bit in the passenger seat and dipped my fingers back into my pussy. “The road head section of this drive is coming up,” I told D. He looked at me and panted a tiny bit. I could see the excitement dance across his face.

First though, there was a thrift store I wanted to check out so we stopped in a little town off the highway. As D pulled into a parking spot, I slipped my cut off jeans back over my hip bones, lifting my butt off the seat to button them.

As we wandered around the thrift store, I began to get self conscious that my cut offs were too short for a town this rural. They exposed a pretty good sliver of my butt cheeks. Once we turned down an empty aisle, I walked right up to D, stood on my tiptoes, and whispered into his ear, “Hey, tell me if my shorts are inappropriate.”

I took a few steps backwards, turned around, and touched my toes, feet spread wide. “Uhhhh it’s pretty borderline,” D laughed, stepping towards me and grabbing a handful of my bare butt cheek as I stood up. He gave me a soft kiss on my temple before letting go.

We finished our thrifting with a few treasures and got back on the road. Once we were out of town, the highway straightened out. “Road head time babe,” I said loosening my seatbelt and leaning over the center console. D slid his shorts down his hips until his hardening cock flopped out.

I wrapped my hand around his cock as I ran the tip of my tongue from his earlobe up the curve of his ear. When I was done teasing, I licked the underside of his cock a few times before slipping the tip between my lips. I sucked firmly as I stroked D’s hard shaft a few times.

D moaned as his tip met the back of my throat. “GODDD,” he moaned, grabbing my dark curly hair at the back of my head and lifting his hips to meet me. I pulled his cock almost all the way out of my mouth, pausing to suck the tip before running the tip of my tongue down the underside of his shaft as I took him into my throat again.

“Holy fuck that feels so good,” D said after probably fifteen minutes of road head. “But I don’t think I can actually cum while I’m driving.”

“Mmhmmm,” my agreement muffled by D’s cock in my mouth.

“What if we pulled off one of these dirt roads for a minute? Would you be into that?” D asked.

I sat back in my seat a second and stroked D’s cock while I considered his proposal. His eyes searched mine, pleading me to say yes. We were driving through a pretty flat and barren desert so there wasn’t really any privacy… but I also desperately needed D inside me.

“Maybe…” I said apprehensively.

For the next ten miles, we kept our eyes peeled for a promising turnoff. The longer I had to wait, the more I ached to feel D inside me. Finally, D pointed to a road that pulled behind a small hill. “There?” he asked.

From the road, you could totally see behind the hill but it was the best spot we’d seen. After two hours of edging myself, my pussy’s need to have D inside me overpowered my frontal lobe’s attempts to reign in my recklessness.

“Yeah okay,” I said, giving D’s cock an excited squeeze.

Before the car was even in park, I took my seatbelt off and started climbing into D’s lap. I kissed him hard. The head of his cock met my clit and I gasped sharply, clutching the back of D’s neck. He lifted my ass, trying to line himself up with my opening. But his legs were too long and I couldn’t find anywhere for my knees and the steering wheel was in the way and it just was not going to happen for us.

“Fuck,” I said in frustration.

“Get out,” D said.

I furrowed my eyebrows at him and looked at the busy two lane highway just a few hundred feet from us. But my pussy won over my brain again and I climb out the passenger side, wearing only my soaking wet black lace panties and an oversized t-shirt. D walked around the back of the car, opening the back passenger door on his way to me.

“Turn around,” he said, gripping my hip with one hand,m and pressing my shoulder down with the other to position me where he wanted me. I was completely bent over, resting my arms and forehead against the warm black leather of the seat. D pulled my hips a bit closer and teased the head of his cock into me.

He didn’t tease long. As soon as his tip popped into me, he pulled my hips to him and slid my pussy all the way onto him. As much as I wanted to savor the feeling of his cock completely inside me, we didn’t have a lot of time. Even with the open car doors shielding us, I’m sure it was obvious what we were doing to anyone paying any attention to our car.

D laced his fingers through the roots of my hair and started thrusting hard. Between my fingers on my clit and the head of his cock hitting my g spot, my orgasm built quickly. I could tell from D’s moans he was close too.

“You’re gonna make me cum babe. Cum with me?” I pleaded, trying to hold back my orgasm for his response.

“Of course, baby.” My pussy started pulsing around D’s cock as my orgasm burst.

“Oh fuck,” he said, pulling my hips into his, burying himself in me. My pussy was so tense with my own orgasm that I could feel him throb inside me each time his cock spilled a little more cum against my cervix.

“Goddamn,” D said, a shiver running down his spine and making his leg twitch as he pulled his cock out of me. I collapsed onto the seat as soon as he let go of my hips.

“Yeah. No kidding,” I said, turning around and sitting half in the car. I could feel D’s cum start to run out of my pussy.

“Here,” I said as I tossed my phone to him. I spread my legs wide open for him, displaying my pussy glistening with our cum. D snapped a few pictures before kissing my forehead and tucking my legs back in the car. I slid the black lace back over my pussy so I didn’t make a puddle on the seat.

“Ready?” D asked, starting the car.

I nodded, a satisfied smile on my face knowing D’s cum inside me would hold me over the rest of our drive. D pulled back onto the highway, his hand resting on the inside of my bare thigh. I sank back in my seat, basking in post-orgasm bliss and the fading desert light.