The Dream I Never Had

She sat on the seat, barefoot, because she'd left her sandals on the front seat's floorboard. He took in her breasts, her beautiful, flat tummy, and the gauzy white cloth around her waist, which barely concealed what was below. Bathed in the afternoon light, she appeared seductive and alluring. Her hair was gleaming copper-gold silk that wrapped itself about her head. He ran his hands down her body, on either side of her thin waist, on the seat. He buried his head between her thighs after pushing her skirt up over her hips. He inhaled her p***y's warm, musky aroma before plunging his tongue inside her. She was already dripping wet. "Never, in your entire life?" Danielle inquired, puzzled by her husband's response. "Not even when you were a teenager?" says the narrator. Jason chuckled and took a seat with his drink. On Friday afternoons after work, they always gathered for cocktails at their favorite pub. It was a sort of 'date night,' and after a few drinks, shaking off the workweek, and loosening up, they generally got into spirited debates. "Never," Jason stated emphatically. "Isn't it incredible? Even after three years of marriage, you still don't know everything there is to know about me. I'm sure there are things I don't know about you." Danielle leaned back in her chair, puzzled. She'd let her long, silky strawberry blond hair down and taken off her jacket, exposing her lovely, perky breasts against her white shirt. Her modest knee-length skirt didn't hide her lengthy legs. Jason was always perplexed as to how he'd managed to attract such a stunning, clever, and amusing woman. He was afraid he'd wake up one morning to find it was all a bad dream. With a shake of her head, Danielle expressed her dissatisfaction with the situation. "Didn't you have a car when you were a teenager?" "Didn't you have a car when you were a teenager?" "Yes," Jason confirmed. "However, I never utilized it for that." "So you've never parked or done anything?" "Honey." He took a step forward. "My parents were never in the house when I was growing up. I could get girls inside the house if I wanted to. We could do it in my bed." Danielle gave a kind smile. She imagined her spouse bringing females into his parents' home. She was a touch envious, but only because she wished they'd met as adolescents and she could have slipped in with them. He was a dashing young guy, sophisticated and well-dressed, with green eyes and a square jaw, and a sly, knowing smile at her that made her pants droop. His visits to the gym proved that he was tall and broad-shouldered. She enjoyed seeing him in his suit, tie off, and shirt undid on their 'date night.' It was all a girl could wish for—sexy on top of being her best friend. "So you've never had it on in a car backseat," she explained. "That's fascinating." "I'm assuming you have?" He c****d his head. "In high school, none of my boyfriends had parents who worked full-time. A blanket in a field was the most romantic gift I received." "We could always travel to my parent's place and I'll let you stay in my old room." Danielle burst out laughing. Jason noticed a familiar, mischievous gleam in her eye as he ordered another round of drinks. The wheels in her brain were moving, and he was looking forward to whatever surprise she had planned for him. *** Saturdays were devoted to catching up on household duties. These tasks included yard work now that spring has arrived. Jason mowed the lawn and trimmed the hedges on this particular Saturday since it wasn't too hot, but it was sunny and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Danielle cleaned the home before heading out to conduct errands. He heard a vehicle rumbling up the driveway as he was tackling the weed growth alongside the home. He put his weed whacker down against the house and turned it off. The automobile that greeted him in the driveway was a huge, old four-door 57 Chevy Bel Air, not their practical, tiny economy car. The automobile, which was painted robin's egg blue, wasn't in great shape. On the frame, there was a lot of corrosion and the chrome was dull. The exhaust was very noisy, and the engine didn't sound fantastic. He noticed Danielle behind the wheel as he crossed the yard. He knelt close to the open passenger window and peered inside. "What is this?" he said above the din. She grinned at him as she turned off the automobile, her arm stretched over the large blue steering wheel. Jason was taken aback by her attire, which consisted of a low-cut halter top and a short, gauzy white skirt. She didn't often dress so sexily to go grocery shopping. She said, "It's Daddy's new vehicle." "I came over to say hello, and he let me take it out." Danielle's father's retirement hobby,' as he called it, was buying and restoring antique vehicles. He resold some and retained others. "I'm guessing he hasn't started on this one yet?" Jason stroked the window frame with his hand. "However, the inside is rather lovely." Danielle ran her fingertips over the leather bench seat in front of her. The seat was blue with brown stripes, much like the body of the vehicle. The leather was still in decent shape, although it needed to be mended in a few spots. Jason poked his head deeper inside to have a look around. "I'm shocked he let you take it out," he remarked. "I guess it can't be much rougher than this, can it?" "I pleaded with him. I gave him a pouty expression. Do you want to take a ride?" Jason drew back through the glass and gave her a sidelong glance. His powerful, thickly-muscled arms were on display beneath a white tank top soiled with perspiration. Danielle was enamored with him and wanted to lick him. She hadn't seen him scrutinizing her attire, however. "Sure," he said. "All I have to do now is put on a t-shirt and shut the door." Danielle sat in the car, almost giggling with excitement. After explaining that she wanted to show Jason the car, she informed her father she'd be back in an hour. The clock was ticking. Jason returned to the car, now dressed in a white t-shirt and low-rise pants. As he slipped into the car, she could still smell his perspiration; it was her favorite aroma, all masculine and raw. As she re-started the car, she put on her sunglasses and grinned to herself. The fresh spring air rushed through the windows as she drove the rural roads near their property. Despite the loudness, the vehicle rode remarkably well. The seats were very deep and comfy. Danielle's hair was being ruffled by the wind, and her skirt was flapping over her smooth, tanned thighs, so Jason was distracted. He reached over and fiddled with the old-fashioned radio's massive dials. "Does this work?" he inquired. Danielle shook her head, her hair pushed away from her face. "It hasn't been connected up yet by Daddy." Danielle led them along a familiar route after approximately 10 minutes. She slowed down and pulled into the driveway of a large home with a wraparound porch and a large yard. Jason shifted his gaze to her. "What brings us to my cousin's house? Remember, they're out of town right now? They took a trip to Florida for a holiday." "I understand." She parked the car in a shady spot beneath a large oak tree, away from the traffic. "As a result, no one will be aware of our presence. We won't be bothered by the cops because we're in a private driveway." He laughed as she turned off the engine. "Is that correct? This should have been obvious to me." She took off her sunglasses and ran her fingers over her hair, smoothing it out. She slid across the seat toward him like a cat, tossing her sunglasses on the dashboard. "Yes," she confirmed. "You should have expected it." She straddled him after crawling into his lap. Even in the front seat, there was plenty of legroom, and the ceiling was high enough that she only had to bend her neck a bit. Jason couldn't help but wonder if she'd seen the automobile at her father's house a few days before and had it pre-sized for sexades. He kissed her, and she squealed into his mouth as he took her entire ass between his hands, gripping it tight and almost pulling her off his lap. "Since when do you dress like this to go to the store?" he said, breaking the kiss. She squirmed up against him. "I didn't go shopping." He reached up beneath her skirt and discovered nothing but soft, naked flesh. "Shameless." He yanked on the halter top's bottom. "Take this off so I may examine you." Her skin tingled as she obeyed his instruction. She'd never been very obedient in bed, but she like it when he ordered her what to do. She snatched the bottom of her blouse and yanked it off her head. Unfortunately, she had to wear a bra since her breasts were too large not to. She undid it by reaching behind her back. He kept his focus on her as she popped the clasps and slid the straps off. Her breasts sprang out bold and hard in front of her as she pulled the bra off with one motion. Her n*****s were tight and erect, and she ached for his fingers or lips. She threw her bra in the back seat and grabbed the front of his t-shirt. "You, as well. It's only right." "Yes, of course. You know how much I value fairness." He reached down and drew his shirt up over his head. She took a seat back to give him time to work it off. When she saw his big, muscular chest, she almost drooled. He flung his t-shirt and her bra onto the seat. She didn't have much time to gaze before he drew her against him, and she gasped at the sensation of hot, silky skin on flesh, which was her favorite sensation. With the other hand, he grabbed one of her breasts and ran his palm down the curve of her back. "I think we should take the backseat," she said. "That's how we do things." "You're the authority." He drew his mouth down to her breast and sucked it hard, then snapped it off. "Are you sure we're going to do this in my cousin's driveway?" "He'll never know," says the narrator. She squirmed her way off of his lap and into the backseat. Her skirt rode up on the way, revealing her sumptuously round, delectable naked ass, as well as a glimpse of her silky p***y peeping out between her legs. She giggled as she slid into the backseat. Jason was eager to follow, much more interested in where they were now than in where they were going. "If your father finds us, he'll murder us," Jason whispered as he shimmied over the seat. "We'll make certain we clean up after ourselves." She sat on the seat, barefoot, because she'd left her sandals on the front seat's floorboard. He took in her breasts, her beautiful, flat tummy, and the gauzy white cloth around her waist, which barely concealed what was below. Bathed in the afternoon light, she appeared seductive and alluring. Her hair was gleaming copper-gold silk that wrapped itself about her head. He ran his hands down her body, on either side of her thin waist, on the seat. He buried his head between her thighs after pushing her skirt up over her hips. He inhaled her p***y's warm, musky aroma before plunging his tongue inside her. She was already dripping wet. "Jason!" Her hips jolted back and forth. She leaned down and took his hair in her hands. He pushed his tongue into her, f*****g her, and then on her c**t, forcefully but not too harshly, as she like. His facial hair tickled her thighs, so she wrapped her arms over his head and relaxed, remembering that he needed to breathe. Her inner muscles clenched as she moaned. He pressed two fingers into her skin, easing the pain a bit. His tongue drew slow circles on her c**t as he penetrated her deeply with his fingers. She squirmed against the seat, her back sweating from the leather. He raised his other hand to squeeze and pluck her n*****s while he played with her breasts. "You're really excellent at it," she complimented. "See, I told you driving was enjoyable." She ran her foot down his back, caressing it. He was also hot and bothered. She could have let him do that all day, letting him use his tongue to entice her back again and over again—but she had to return the car shortly, and she wanted something else even more. "Stop," she whispered gently as she pressed her hand against his temple. "You've got to quit, baby." He came to a halt and raised his head. Her fluids were dripping down his chin. "Are you all right?" he inquired. She smiled and nodded. "Yes. I simply—I'm not permitted to retain the automobile for the entire day. And right now, I want you nude and on top of me." He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that made her quiver as it appeared to ripple over her moist p***y. He rose to his knees and knelt between her outstretched legs. She laid there, arousing and burning, the warm air stroking her smooth thighs as she watched him undo his pants and pull them down over his hips. He was dressed in black boxer briefs that fit around his hips like a second skin. She admired his thick, powerful thighs as he pushed his jeans down to his knees. Then he slipped his underpants down, revealing his enormous, thick c**k, erect and eager to pounce on her. She sat up and moved her hands on his hips. She knew she'd get an angry phone call from her father if she didn't hurry up, but she couldn't help herself. She inquired, "May I?" He brushed her hair away from her face with his hand. "Did you expect me to be nude and on top of you?" "I do," says the narrator, "but I need a taste first." She made a pouty look at him. For whatever reason, no guy could stand up to it. She gripped him with her long, thin fingers around the base of his c**k. He was enamored by her touch. She slid her lips over his c**k while holding it steady. Her lips were silky and heated, making him gasp. She began to work with her other hand on his hip, bobbing her head. He watched her as he grabbed her hair and held it back from her face. He relished the opportunity to be in her mouth, extending her jaws and probing the back of her throat. He felt her swallow, breathe in, and suffocate him till she gagged. Her palm tightened on him as she recovered and started moving her mouth back and forth, massaging what she couldn't get in. He closed his eyes and clutched the back of the seat to keep from falling over. She sucked him for a few minutes before slithering her lips away. He blinked open his eyes. Looking up at him, she clenched her jaw. "We'd best get this done," she said. "As much as I'd like to continue." "That's a great concept. Because if you keep doing what you're doing, I'm going to need some time to recuperate. And I'm still not going to be able to have s*x in a car." She leaned back in her chair, her hands on her lap, and smiled. His c**k ached, physically throbbing in his palm as he stroked it, his shaft wet with her spit. He could have jerked off all over her magnificent t**s right then, but he was desperate to be inside her. "Come grab it," she urged as she leaned back in her chair, her skirt bunched about her waist, her gleaming pink slit beckoning him in. He squirmed his way out of his jeans and underwear and kicked them on the floor. Despite the fact that the automobile was large, he had to twist himself. Perhaps he hadn't done it previously because he correctly believed it couldn't possibly be pleasant. He climbed on top of her and kissed her passionately. She licked her lips and tasted herself on his tongue. His c**k brushed against her stomach, the moist tip touching below her belly button, making her ache with want. She held his stare as she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the big head, gently guiding it against her sopping p***y. "I would have done it years ago if I'd known f*****g in a car made you this hot," Jason remarked. "Doesn't it seem like we're up to something naughty?" "Well, that is your father's vehicle, so—yeah." He went into her, smooth and quick, effortlessly penetrating her as wet as she was, his c**k stretching her and filling her thick and hard. He sat all the way up inside her, as deep as he could go, and she gasped and moved her hips, then groaned. "Jason." Her claws flexed across the taut muscles of his biceps as she grasped his arms. She clung to him with her p***y, feeling every thick inch of her insides. He grabbed her lips one more before drawing back and thrusting. He moved gently at first, allowing her to adapt, before launching into the hard, rapid hammering she so desperately wanted. Even better than her lips, her p***y was burning hot, sticky, and tight. He snagged her knees with his arms and pushed them back till her lovely naked feet were over her shoulders. She clung to him as he smashed into her, howling with delight, his grunts and growls blending in with her lovely noise. All the windows were pulled down, so he prayed no one was inside. He enjoyed it when she was constantly noisy in bed. "Is that all you wanted?" he inquired. "Yes!" She arched beneath him as she tossed her head back. "f**k me, baby, f**k me even harder," he says. Their skin smacking together, his c**k filling her over and over, he gave her everything he had. They were squeaking the tires by rocking the car. He squeezed her bouncing breasts with one of his arms removed from beneath her knee. "Do you feel like a teenager again, honey?" he said. In the heat of the moment, the force of his f*****g rendered her dazed, the inquiry went unanswered. She could tell she and him were coming nearby the irregular beat of his hips and the tightness of his tummy. "Danielle." His hand was buried in her hair, and his other hand was still holding her knee back. "Oh, goddamn," says the speaker. She felt a lot of pressure inside of her. His c**k was hitting her c**t in precisely the perfect location, giving her the impression of electric shocks. Her pleasure was at an all-time high, and she began to clinch her fists around him. As the strain dissipated, she shouted, trembling waves crashing over her body. "Jason!" He f****d her all the way through, forcing her to come even harder. He just lasted a second longer before she noticed the telltale signals that he was about to go down the cliff. She enjoyed seeing him approach. "f**k!" His c**k jerked and throbbed inside her as he buried his face in the seat next to her head. She pulled her hips up, groaning as her still-clenching p***y milked it out of him in the wet heat. They were both gasping and trembling against each other, wet and hot. She was buzzing, trembling, and alive as she slid into the seat. He leaned on her and sagged. She wrapped her arms around him and groaned as the sensation of his quivering length lingered deep within her. He moaned, his ear near to hers. "Are you all right, baby?" she inquired. He fell to the side as he slid out of her. They were drenched in perspiration. The leather chairs were really comfortable. Everything had a sexy odor about it. They'd have to open the windows and let some fresh air in. Jason mumbled, "I'm amazing." "Oh, God," I said. He ran his fingers across his face. Danielle slipped her leg down as he slid his arm out from underneath it, stretching it out and laid it over the front seat. She reached down and gently rubbed her wet, dripping p***y, enjoying the sensation of being overflowing with his discharge. She enjoyed being abused. She taunted, "Our parents are going to worry where we are." "Before we are caught, you should take me home." He looked down at her and grinned. "I'll take you home, no problem. And in our bed, do more filthy things to you. Perhaps on the sofa. And then there's the kitchen counter..." "First and foremost, we need to bring this automobile back to my father." She kissed him on the lips. "We'll clean it up after that. We made a shambles." She guffawed. "I'm sure the previous generations of teens would be proud."