The Stories of Laura, Part 4, Rendezvous at the Runway - Sex Stories

The Stories of Laura, Part 4, Rendezvous at the Runway

... mission was to get his tongue as far up, in or around my pussy that he could. He was quick but not irritatingly so, hungry but not famished. My heart was racing and then things slowed down to a sensual onslaught. I knew he was fully intending to satisfy me but either he read my body language that the initial pace was too much to maintain or his plan was to get me more revved up then bring home the satisfaction. I chose to believe the latter. Now his tongue started feeling like velvet on my most sensitive area. He took his time to lick and suckle each of my pussy lips almost like he was trying to pull as much sensation to each of them as he played with them. He used his lips to apply more pressure and sensations and he surrounded my clit in fluttering flicks that sped up my hunger before he calmed down and tended to other parts of my lower body...including light kissing of my inner thighs. When he resumed his activity to my pussy I found his tongue now darting and dancing in my hole then turning into purposeful long strokes up my slit to hood before finally settling in on my clit. Like a vacuum he place his lips there and sucked and licked. He pushed my legs up higher but his face never left my pussy. He even started burying his nose in my small patch of fur that I keep just about the pubic bone and actually seemed to purr. I didn't hear that but felt vibrations that could only be coming from him. My god, where did this orgasm come from!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It couldn't have been ...

... but a few seconds but I felt a him crawl up a bit more and it seemed to set me off like a match thrown on a bunch of pine needles in late August. I started bucking and reaching for his head, burying it further and further into my puss as I let go of my orgasm squarely on his face. I was trying to face fuck him but the vehicle and my position restrained me some. Unfortunately, that seemed to signal the end of my pleasure. I got a little self conscious coming off my orgasm, although I still felt great. I reach for more air and took some deep breaths to recover. I looked up and he was smiling. Soft of a shit-eating grin but I know that on his face was something more in line to what he wanted, my pussy juice glistening on his face. "That was nice," I said " you take me to such nice places" meaning my orgasm and not my current predicament in the back of the SUV, legs still spread and dress hiked up in a mess at my waist. "Glad you like it but next time we'll do this someplace nicer where we have more room, a lot more room for what I have in store for you." I smiled. "How about you come up front again and get yourself fixed up." I replied, "That's a good idea." and grabbed my stuff and just opened the side door and crawled out. It had to be more comfortable than the way I got in there and I didn't really care at the time how it looked. He had moved the suitcase and I struggled by succeeded at putting things back in place. Just as I was finishing he asked, "Looking at the time I still ...