What Lena Wants - Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

What Lena Wants - Chapter 6

... me. “I think I know somewhere else.” He jumped back I to the front seat, and turned the ignition. Somehow, Milo managed to back out the car, and put his shirt on at the same time. Maybe horniness gave guys these almost super powers so that they could do just about anything to get tail? Is that a thing? I think it’s a thing. Milo pulled out of the parking lot, and turned left, towards the self storage place. I crawled out of my seat, and kneeled beside him on the floor. His wrist flexed as he changed gears, and I had the urge to just kiss his arm. My lips were soft, moving over his skin like butterflies. Milo inhaled loudly, and shifted in his seat. “Where are we going?” I asked, my hand caressing his thigh. My fingers wandered toward his crotch, teasing him. “Uh,” he mumbled. He flipped his blinker on and turned into a dead end street. He slowed the car to a roll, and pulled off into the grass. Empty pastures surround us on all sides. “Here.” “Mm, here is good,” I said, climbing onto his lap. I could feel his bulge through his jeans, and rubbed against him. His mouth met mine, everything consumed with wanting each other. He reached around and unhooked my bra, and I slipped it off along with my shirt. His was next to go. Milo's rough, calloused hands were warm against the sensitive skin of my ribs as they slithered slowly up to my breasts. I threw my head back as his lips kissed my collar bone and inched further and further down. The wet heat of his lips finally meeting my ...

... nipples made me moan. I needed more of him, for him to make me cum. I broke away, and climbed off of Milo’s lap, and into the back seat. Beckoning him, I shrugged out of my panties, throwing them at him playfully. He grabbed them, and held them to his face. “You smell so fucking good,” he said, climbing up between my legs. “I’m keeping those, just so you know.” Milo unzipped his jeans, and let them fall around his knees. His erection pulsed, and he tugged at it, making it drool pre-cum. “Aw, you’ll always remember your first time in a car,” I cooed, spreadi my legs. Milo’s hand connected with my twat, two fingers sinking into me. “Shit, we don't have any lube.” Milo shrugged, and spit into his hand. He rubbed it into me. “It’ll be fine.” “Uh, uh, uh!” I sighed as his thumb manipulated my clit. “Milo, uh!” I had never heard my voice go that high, and I couldn't stop calling out he he drove me further and further to the edge. He curled his fingers inside of me to stroke my g-spot, and that was all I needed to cum. As aftershocks rolled over me, making my legs twitch, Milo messed around with the grocery bags. He tore open the condom box, and a ream of little, square, foil packages spilled out. “What are you doing?” I asked. I propped myself up with my elbows. “I’m getting a rubber, what else does it look like?” He snipped. He tore one off the ream and started ripping it open with his teeth. “Uh, I’m on the pill,” I stated, exasperated. “Mom made me start after she found out you got ...