Meg was untying my dress shoes as I worked my belt buckle loose. She peeled my dress pants and boxers down my legs, and my cock stood at full attention to greet her by the time she'd cast them aside in the back of the van. She rubbed the inside of my thighs, leaning her head low to lick my shaft from base to tip. I leaned back and let her work for a moment while I decided what I wanted from her.

"Come on, babe - I'll do anything you say. I'll even swallow"

My mouth fell open in shock. She hadn't swallowed in years - she said it hurt her stomach - and I had missed it so terribly. There's something about the added stimulation while you're cumming that really takes it to the next level. She read my face, and lowered hers towards my cock again.

Her lips enveloped just the tip, as she swirled her tongue, gliding it gently around my glans, before dipping lower to take in more of me. She was taking her time, playing with new sensations, and I was losing my mind after feeling like I was on the edge for the better part of the day. As I watched her head bob, I saw her tits swinging across my thighs and knew exactly what I wanted. As badly as I wanted her to suck my soul out through my cock, I knew it genuinely made her feel off, so I lifted her chin and began sliding back down onto the floor of the van.

"Spit on your tits", I instructed her, and after a moment of confusion, she let a large glob of saliva run down her chin and into her ample cleavage.

"More."

She gave me more.

I wrapped my legs around her naked form, my heels digging in to the crevice just below her butt cheeks, and pulled her torso towards my cock. She lined me up between her tits, pulling her shoulders forward to fully envelope my dick between her breasts, and I began thrusting into her.

As my cock head would pop out the top of her cleavage, it was met by her tongue, flicking tormentingly against the underside of dick. Her hands gripped my ass, driving me deeper between her breasts with every thrust. I felt her pelvis grinding against the blanket on the floor of the van, her legs bent up behind her to accommodate the cramped space, as she timed her movements with my thrusts.

There's something about pursuing a mountain top you're not sure you can reach via a particular path that makes the climb so much more exciting. Having never climaxed from this particular stimulus, I was focused entirely on the journey. The pressure of her body on my crotch, the feeling of her nipples pressing into my thighs and my dick pressed tightly between her tits - it all cascaded into an avalanche of sensation wherein the whole was greater than the sum of its parts. And all the while, her tongue flicked and her hips drove downward while my heels pressed firmly into her ass.

The build up was slow, an ebb and flow of pleasure that I had to work for. My lust was visceral and stripped me of some of my trademark courtesy. My fingers clawed at her arms as they supported her weight and kept the angle of her tits perfect for me. Sweat beaded my forehead and the windows had fogged, but I inched ever closer to my release. As I thrust upwards into her breasts, she bent her head and fully took me in her mouth, sucking deeply and sending me cascading over the edge.

"Babe, I'm cumming!" I cried out, pulling her mouth forcibly from my cock with an audible "pop!", and erupting into the air. It landed on her cheek and chin before she encircled my dick with her cleavage once more and let me ride out my orgasm with abandon. All the while, her hips continued to grind into the blanket beneath us.

I slid fully down as she climbed on top of me, dragging her pussy up my messy torso, across my chest and right in front of my face. I leaned forward to kiss it, but she placed a hand firmly on my chest and said "No. This time, you watch"

And watch I did, as she rose to her knees, her pussy inches from my face, and began stroking her clit in small circles. Her grool dripped from her pussy and across my lips, and I eagerly licked them clean, tasting her sweetness once more. Within another few minutes, she came again - a smaller orgasm than the first, but unbelievably hot. Her pussy winked in front of me as she slowly came down from the peak, settling into a seated position on my chest.

We cleaned up with the blanket, redressed ourselves, and climbed out the rear hatch, ensuring no one had played peeping Tom for our little show. As the lift gate closed, we were greeted with a very dramatic handprint pressed into the fogged rear windshield, and both lost it.

Through our hug and shared laughter, I pointed to the handprint and said:

"See, I told you it was multipurpose!"