The Mighty Mac - Sex Stories

The Mighty Mac

So, today while on our way to Drummond Island, he was driving, and I was sitting beside him, playing with my camera and my phone. He reached over and laid his hand on my leg. I gave it a little squeeze and then took a picture of the bridge through the windshield. It was still a few minutes ahead, towering up from the horizon, light blue in the haze and phallic, announcing its size to the world. I don't know how much you know about Mackinac, but there is a huge bridge, bigger than the Golden Gate according to my Google search I did while driving toward it. The bridge has two lanes, one each way, that are made of metal, like a grating, and the tires hum when they drive over it. His little sports car actually vibrated. I leaned forward in my seat trying to get the entire bridge’s towering support into one shot and I could feel the vibrations move up my legs and into my thighs. I looked over at him and grinned. He glanced away from the road and saw me. "What?" "This bridge," I said, biting my lower lip, "it's like a giant vibrator." Instantly, he slid his hand up my leg and under my skirt. I closed my eyes. The seat of the sports car vibrated and his fingers rubbed my clit through my cotton panties. "Go faster," I said, moving my hips against him as his fingertips swirled around my swollen flesh. He has always followed instructions well, and in a flash, he pushed down on the gas and the vibrations coming through the car changed pitch, the note changed, the vibrations got closer ...

... together. His fingers moved my panties aside and parted my lips so he could drive two fingers inside me. I opened my eyes as the second massive support of the bridge rolled over our heads. "Oh, don't stop," I said and gyrated, fucking his fingers. I didn’t want the bridge to end. With his fingers dipping inside me and the tires bumping over the steel grate, I was in heaven. "You better hurry” he said. “The toll booth is coming up.” "Don't stop.” My breath was coming in short gasps. My heart was racing. I could feel the waves of bliss approaching. Just a few more minutes. "I have to," he said still spreading his fingers deep inside me while I fucked my hips against him. "You can stop the car, but don't stop..." "That'll be four dollars, sir." A voice came from my left and I snapped my head toward the man who had leaned down to look in the car and found my companion’s hand buried in my cooze. His face grew bright red. His eyes flicked between my lap, my tits, and my eyes. "Oh," I said, tugging the skirt over his hand while he continued to move his fingers inside of my obviously enjoying the idea of showing the toll-booth attendant how such matters as metal grating on a bridge should be handled. He dropped a few dollars into the man’s hand. "Thank you and you two have a super day." "Yeah, thanks." He said and crushed the gas spinning the tires. I liked it. I liked the way he enjoyed showing off. My pussy was on fire. I wasn’t going to be able to take much more. I pushed down on ...