An Unexpected Late Valentine - Sex Stories

An Unexpected Late Valentine

... began to accelerate.

I said to Lynn, "Wow! It has been a long time since anyone has grabbed my thigh."

"It is just an instinct when I ride this road. It reminds me of those days of yesteryear: turn left down this dirt driveway. The remains of the family estate, better known as 'Grandpa's Farm'," Lynn responded.

As the car came to a stop, Lynn opened the door, got out, and started to survey the old homestead. I followed Lynn's lead. She pointed out the essential spots and shared a few memories. When I began to look around, Lynn spun around, kissed me, and shoved her tongue into my mouth. While passionately making out, Lynn straddled herself on my leg and started dry humping. I could feel in my loins that her actions excited us.

"C'mon, I have an idea. Let's get in the backseat and let nature take its course," said Lynn.

Suddenly, I realized that this would not be Lynn's first time in the backseat of an automobile. For me, it was my maiden voyage. I had a 1963 Chevy Nova SS and a 1967 Camaro RS as a kid. Both of these rides were not made for action. The Thunderbird was a different story. It was huge, and it was time to test it out.

We began probing each other. Lynn's hand ran up my thigh to the promised land. She expertly unzipped my pants and found my manhood. Lynn exhaled a sigh of achievement and began a slow, gentile, sensual hand job. In return for her affection, my hand unbuttoned her blouse and was pleased that she had worn a front-opening bra. I ...

... touched her breasts and started to explore her body. She had skin the color of alabaster, the smoothness of a baby, and nipples that were hard as granite. This was the girl of my dreams, and she was in the backseat of my car. My right hand was massaging her succulent breasts, and my left slid down between her thighs. I got a surprise when I reached her pussy; she had on crotchless pantyhose.

"Crotchless pantyhose," I said.

Lynn replied," I've been so horny during this entire visit. I was hoping to get lucky."

"You are, and so am I."

"I need a good fuck," replied Lynn.

"I'll give it my best, " I countered.

"Great, Jacob, lie down on the backseat and put your naked ass on that cold leather. I am going to ride high in the saddle."

I lay down flat on my back, and my cock was at attention. Lynn bent over, gave a gentle rub, and swallowed it to the base. Her mouth was a warm, wet vacuum. To quote Willie Nelson, "She was trying to suck a golf ball through a garden hose." Her technique was magnificent, and this was not her first time, nor mine. Lynn was an excellent cocksucker.

"Hang in there, Jacob. This is an appetizer. The main entree is about to be served."

Lynn got on top, slipped my manhood through her crotchless pantyhose, and slid down the shaft. She was wet, slippery, and red hot. I was living every man's dream.

"Oh yes, that feels good. It has been a long time since I did some flag pole sitting," Lynn stated.

Lynn started a steady slide up and ...