Benefits Of Being A Samaritan, Part 3 - Sex Stories

Benefits Of Being A Samaritan, Part 3

I had rung Jean to arrange a time and date to pick her up. We worked out a solution to leave her car at the airport, where it was unlikely to be seen. She had also made arrangements to have a meeting in Germany, which now covered all bases. My work was happy with the arrangements, her job was happy and her husband was happy since Jean was away. We had checked the weather and it was going to be hot, which worked out well since we had booked the tunnel to cross to France, to then drive to Cologne. I picked up Jean at the airport at around six in the morning. She was dressed in a light summer dress, with shoulder straps just small enough to hide her bra straps, and sandals. I had on a t-shirt and long shorts. We had snacks handy, and I had stopped for coffees on the way. I asked her if she had everything or if we needed to stop anywhere. She said she had credit cards, passport, and, quickly lifting up her dress she teasingly said, "Panties." She had a small pair of lacy white panties on that just concealed her pussy, but I could see her lips through the material. She giggled and let down her dress and jumped in the car. We set off and missed most of the traffic, making good time down to the tunnel as we chatted about each other’s lives, likes and hates, and even a few secret desires. I kept on thinking about her small panties as we drove, which made the journey go quicker. Once through the tunnel, I had to concentrate as I was now driving on the right, but I got used to in quite ...

... quickly. We'd had a stop just outside London, where we'd gotten more coffee, so by the time we reached Belgium we needed to stop again. We pulled into a service area where we filled up with fuel as Jean went to the bathroom. When she got back I had coffees, and was sitting looking at a map of the area. I had found a spot to stop at a picnic site in some woods by a small lake. It wasn't too far away and near a small town, so we decided to go to the town get something to eat and go to the picnic site. We got to the spot, finding it was empty apart from one car. We got the shopping out and walked down the path to the lake. We ate the food and Jean had half a bottle of wine, whilst I had a couple of small beers. We were lying on the grass when Jean leant over and kissed me. "This is so nice, no pressure. Just us." We kissed more, one hand rubbing her thigh with the other on her shoulder. My hand moved up her thigh, pushing her dress higher. My hand found her buttock, and I squeezed and pulled her closer, one finger slipping down to rub her pussy through her panties. "I know where this is going, so just hang on." Jean knelt and undid her dress, slipping out of the straps, then pushed it off completely. ‘Better?’ I looked at her body. She looked at my eyes first, looking then at my crotch. ‘Looks like you approve.’ ‘I do.’ Her hands dropped to the top of my shorts, I lifted my hips as she slid them off, exposing my hard cock. She leant down, and held my cock as she started to lick ...