Just a little bit of silliness to make up for yesterday’s post. Prepare yourself, it gets sexy at the end…
You drove, I lounged in the passenger seat. The weather defied your mood: It was sunny and unseasonably warm outside. I unrolled my window, you left yours up. â€œIâ€™m glad weâ€™re together like this,â€ I said sarcastically through your stony silence.
â€œRoll your window down,â€ I half-whined. â€œWeâ€™re getting that weird reverb.â€ You ignored me, kept driving.
I slipped off my sandals and put my bare feet up on the dashboard.
â€œQuit it,â€ you grumbled, trying to push my feet down. You swerved a little.
â€œWatch it,â€ I warned you, moving my feet out of your reach. â€œHey, is it raining in there, or what?â€ I tapped your head with one finger. Nothing. â€œI think it is raining,â€ I took my own joke. â€œDriving rain,â€ I drum-rolled on my bare thighs. Still nothing. Jeez.
A minute passed. â€œWanna play a game?â€ I asked even though I knew your answer would be no.
â€œNo way,â€ you said.
â€œCome on, itâ€™ll be fun. Youâ€™ll like it, I promise.â€ I tried to catch your eye but you were staring dead ahead, focusing on the road. I continued since I had nothing else to do. â€œOkay, so I read about this online. Itâ€™s some new thing. Iâ€™m gonna make you come without touching you. Itâ€™s like magic or something.â€ Nothing, not even a smile.
â€œAre you ready?â€ I tried not to get upset about your lack of interest. â€œHere goes.â€ I put my hands up to my head to show you I was concentrating, even though I felt your eyes glued to the road. I concentrated. I thought about you, even though you were right there next to me. Youâ€™d have never let me touch you, even if you werenâ€™t driving.
I started at the top of your head, and slowly, very slowly, thought about moving downward. I felt chills on my own head, so I knew it was working. I thought about the back of your neck, with its little hairs, and the hairs on my own neck began to tingle. This was seriously hot. I thought lower, to your chest, and my own chest, well, perked up. I thought lower, to your belly, to the top of your jeans, and lower. By then I was tingling all over â€“ everywhere â€“ and I knew you were, too. I could feel you shifting in your seat, trying to stop the tingling, to release the pressure, to keep your focus on the road, but you couldnâ€™t.
â€œPull over,â€ I said. For once, you acknowledged me, and silently pulled over. Just like I thought, you didnâ€™t reach for me. I knew it. I kept thinking, though. I thought really hard. Again and again. My panties were wet and I was burning up and the cool breeze through my window felt really good. I bet you wished youâ€™d put your window down, but you were sort of frozen there, eyes half-closed, pretty much a sex zombie, just like I read youâ€™d be. I concentrated some more, and you actually let out a small moan. Woo-hoo! I thought. It was totally working.
Okay, time to seal the deal, I thought. â€œWhere do you want to come?â€ I asked. You tilted your head toward me but you didnâ€™t answer. I could feel how bad you wanted it, which was really rare. I smiled again even though you could probably barely see me with your eyes almost closed. â€œWhere?â€ I asked again, knowing that you wouldnâ€™t tell me. â€œMy boobs? My face?â€ I laughed like I was daring you, and I sort of laid down on your lap, against the steering wheel, facing you but barely touching you, really. It was all you needed. I laughed as you tried to jerk your hips toward my face. It was too late. Your jeans were already soaked through.
â€œI did it! I canâ€™t believe that worked.â€ I grinned at you and you actually looked down into my face and touched my hair. I was so happy I almost cried.
A couple of minutes passed and we both straightened up and looked at your soaking wet jeans. â€œWhat the hell am I going to tell my mom?â€ you asked. I cracked up. â€œWanna stop at the mall?â€ I suggested as if I just thought of it.