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Texas. Your home. I have not traveled nearly enough in this life. But with you, I would go anywhere. And do anything. I can picture your home. Feel the warmth of the big Texas sun. Warm like your chest. Sun shining. Blue skies. Just riding in the car next to you. Some goofy so-and-so song you know all the words to playing through the speakers. You sing along overdramatically. Windows down, wind in our hair. Sunglasses on. Passing through fields of green with pops of blues and reds every so often. On our way to nowhere important with all the time in the world.You have blue jeans on. You know I love you in jeans, a t-shirt, and a smile. I am wearing blue jean shorts and a t-shirt. Just the picture of comfort and casual. Like we have always been and will always be together in peace and tranquility like this. Timeless.My feet tap along to the music, as your fingers drum the steering wheel. My arm is out the window enjoying the breeze. Our other hands are clasped, light and loose so the sun doesn’t permanently fuse them together. I love to trace around your wrist, the soft underside of your arm, the inside of your elbow. Pendik escort bayan Soft zones. So many pleasant sensations.My legs tremble and spread slightly just thinking of you. I slide over in my seat, closer to you, and lean my head on your shoulder. Both of my hands now grip your arm. Oh! The smell of you! I close my eyes and think about your naked body. Images from the shower and king size bed pop into my mind and replay. Such a happy place to be!You ease in your seat, things becoming tighter and harder as you pick up the smell of my hair and perfume. I place my hand on your chest and feel you take in a deep breath. I lean up and kiss your neck. Just a taste of you with my tongue. I don’t want you to lose too much control while driving. Your hand moves to my bare thigh and I gasp. Its amazing and I want more.I turn upward from your neck and find your ear. It’s such a rush and a thought has crossed my dirty mind. I bite your ear gently, release it and lick the lobe. My breat is hot on your face as I say, “We need to pull over darling.”“But it’s the middle of the day, there are Escort Beykoz so many people…”I think yeah the three cows and tumbleweed we passed so deserve a show.”Fuck,” you say.Your eyes glance into the mirrors and along the skyline, looking for anything to help you in this situation. I slide your hand further up my thigh, under my shorts, to the very wet patch that has formed there. I watch as you bite your lip and whisper my name. I say your name, my voice thick with lust and desire. I run my hand down your chest to the bulge that has formed between your legs. I want you, and I want you now.Some thing about the clean air and freedom of nature is making this so soulful. I find your belt and slowly undo it, then begin to fumble with your jean button and zipper. My hand slides inside your boxers and feels you completely. Your body stiffens, not entirely certain you can keep a clear head driving and being touched like this.I squeeze your manhood and feel the car lurch forward, your feet pressing down with pleasure. Dangerous. That’s ok. I have more ideas. The sunshine is giving way to Cevizli escort a gorgeous Texan sunset. I pull my hand away and you moan. I am not a tease Darling, just taking a fork in this sexual road.I turn in my seat to face you and remove my seatbelt. Sunglasses still on because I want the mystery of looking into your eyes without you catching mine. Locking eyes always speeds up the passion and I hope to make this take forever.I slowly remove my shirt, watching you catch side glances and trying to pay attention to the road. I have a purple lace bra on today. From my younger days, it pumps my breasts up very nicely for you to see with or without a shirt on. I trace my fingers around the bottom of my bra, then up around the top of each cup, just wishing it was your fingers or tongue.I lean my head back against the window, hair whipping in the wind. My fingers follow the lace around the back of the bra and unclasp it. I pull it off, releasing my breasts into the wind and feel the car being pulled back and forth. Car swaying while you try and concentrate but enjoying the show. Swaying breasts are the perfect distraction.Bra is off and out the window it goes. Who needs breasts caged anyways? I hear you giggle. I use my hands like you would and cup each breast, slowly letting my fingers find my own stiff nipples and grasping them between my fingers. So hard. So much I want you to do to me. I bite my lower lip.

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