It’s so cramped in here. So little room to move. So much of us pressed together.
After a long day at the beach there was only two designated drivers and that left us with no other option. People in one car and things in our truck, but even still that left one more passenger needing a ride.
He had to ride in the passenger seat, and she had to ride on his lap.
She wasn’t happy about it. She didn’t want to ride the whole way cramped into the cab and she didn’t want to spend the ride on his lap. Not this man, this cocky and aggressive man who had been eyeballing her all day. This man who didn’t seem to care that she was married. Who didn’t seem to care that her husband was so close.
But then her husband didn’t seem to care either.
And he was so hard, in every possible way. And it was so close in here and things were getting even closer. His hands were on her body and it had been so long since her needs had been fulfilled.
She wanted it. She needed it. She couldn’t resist.
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“Oh my god,” I whispered breathily, my hands touching and feeling the length of him.
It was unbelievable. He was so long and thick it was everything that I could have possibly imagined it was when I saw him outside of the changeroom. But now there was no fabric barrier between my skin and his.
“Careful,” he told me, “You’re… what are you doing?”
I didn’t know how to answer that. The unease or disbelief in his voice told me that even Mike didn’t expect this response and to be honest neither did I.
I just… I don’t know.
Maybe it was frustration in the situation or maybe it was anger at Jerry. Maybe it was the bump and jostle of the road or maybe it was Mike himself, how he had responded when I was in danger.
Unlike Jerry, who hadn’t even asked if we were okay.
Frustration welled up in me, mixed up with anger at the man who was supposed to be concerned for me. It was all confused with the man who was actually here with me and combined with a healthy dose of pent up sexual frustration I could feel a rising tension and need in me.
It wasn’t going to be ignored.
It took so much resolve to release him, even just for a moment. I pulled my hands from his throbbing cock and pressed them into the tops of my thighs, squeezing my legs tight against the warmth that was aching between them. Pushing my ass backward I could feel his cock now, pressing against my ass as I arched my back against him and stared forward out at the road ahead.
The bumps of the road weren’t doing much to help me with ignoring the cock that was hard and pressing against me, but lucky for me I didn’t want to ignore it. I wanted to think about it. To think about it and the situation I found myself in and the asshole behind me and the asshole in the driver’s seat.
Rock and a hard place I guess.
“Um Deb,” Mike groaned quietly into my ear, “I think that maybe you should shuffle forward a bit.”
He was saying that because at the moment I was letting the bumps of the road guide the bumping of my hips. Each jostle led me bouncing and pushing back against him, squeezing his cock between the cheeks of my toned ass as I teased that slab of man behind me.
He deserved it. He had been absolutely fucking terrible to me all day, constantly watching me and always eyefucking me. He had been there every moment I looked, so maybe he deserved this fun little torture.
Leaning back I addressed him, my voice a husky whisper, “What’s the matter, Mike? I would’ve thought this was what you wanted given how you’ve been staring all day long.”
I gripped his wrists and pulled them from my midsection, teasingly pulling them up my body until they pressed over my breasts and I squeezed them into place. I heard him moan and felt him throbbing behind me.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” I asked him, biting my lip.
“Oh Deb,” he moaned into my ear, “I’m not going to say no but you’re married.”
“You’re right,” I said quickly, shock in my voice as if I just realized this fact.
I pushed forward off of him, rising up just enough to slip my shorts over my ass and down onto my thighs before I lifted up and fell onto him, spearing myself on his cock.
He filled me completely and I clenched my jaw tight to keep from crying out with pleasure at the feel of him. Each vein and flat of him, every single inch of his glorious cock stuffed me up. I had never been as full as I was then and there.
And the bumpy road seemed to extend out forever.