Glamour Shots, Chapter 15 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 15

... shrugged, even as she continued to slowly touch herself. “It happens very rarely. I read the pamphlet Charlie left in the medicine cabinet.” “Once would be once too often for me.” Driving safely - while watching her playing with herself - was becoming very difficult. She’s nothing if not extremely distracting! “Well, I figured that you’d want to enjoy this…” she indicated her sex by pushing her wet tights firmly against her sopping pussy, making a liquid, squishy sound “…and the pill might help things along.” She held her slippery, glistening fingers to my face. The rich, fecund scent of our earlier lovemaking was intoxicating, and when she pushed them against my lips I eagerly accepted them, licking and sucking the slick, salty, slipperiness off of them. I groaned. “If you keep doing things like that I’m going to have an accident.” Her eyes dropped to my crotch. “Again??” “What… no, not that kind of accident! A car accident – but thanks so much for the reminder. Sheesh!” She laughed, enjoying her own little joke. I really didn’t mind; the sound of her laughter was my reward. “Hey, maybe with the drugs onboard I can come as many times as you do!” She just chuckled. “I’d say there’s virtually no chance of that! Let’s see, by my count, hmmm…you’ve come twice – if we count that first one. It was so fast it probably shouldn’t count.” “Hey, you came fast too – and besides, despite the short duration of the precipitating activity, the orgasm itself was thoroughly incredible.” ...

... She sniffed derisively. “Short duration! There’s an understatement for ya – but okay, twice for you. And I’ve come…what, seven times? Eight, maybe? Whatever, you’ve already got a lot of ground to make up, and I’m probably going to increase my lead before we get home.” I looked at her, a classic double-take, only to discover that her right arm was now inside the waistband of her tights and that her fingers were obviously quite busy, the wet material moving and wrinkling rhythmically where it stretched over the back of her hand. Soon, wet, squishy sounds joined her small, breathless moans, which gradually increased in volume and duration as she masturbated her horny pussy! It was going to be impossible for me to drive safely and watch what she was doing at the same time, both things that I desperately needed to do; fortunately, we were almost home, and as I turned into our neighborhood she gasped and came, her thighs slamming shut on her hand as she diddled herself to a very nice orgasm! She was still in the waning stages of it when I turned into our driveway, her moans tapering off as she breathed heavily, her body slowly relaxing. I waited for the garage door to go up, pulled in, and lowered it again as I turned to face her. “Why do you love to torture me like that?” She laughed breathlessly. “Because it’s so much fun – and, it feels good! That was number nine, by the way.” “Just so you know, that pill ain’t workin’; if that little display didn’t get me stiff as a mackerel, ...