Traffic Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Traffic Ch. 02

... to calm her frazzled nerves.

"Wait," she called, "pull into a secluded spot, then give me your..."

She stopped as she finally took Jim in fully. The shirt she was about to ask for was missing. "Shit! Where's your shirt?"

"Got gas on it. Had to toss it."

"Well what the fuck am I supposed to wear, Jim? Tell me you have a blanket or change of clothes or SOMETHING in the trunk of this thing!"

"Sorry, babe," he grinned sheepishly. "Don't have anything like that."

"FUCK! What the fuck am I supposed to do???"

"Relax, Nat. Not far to go now. Short trip up the interstate, we'll be home in no time. Just sit low in the seat, no one will notice you."

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That short trip had become an hour, with no quick end in sight.

Jim's voice snapped Nat out of her memory. "Ah, come on babe. It's not like this is the first time you've been naked while stuck in traffic."

"No, I kept my dress on," Nat snipped. "You were the one with your cock out, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. Right."

Nat glanced down at his lap. "Wait, are you fucking HARD right now?"

Jim blushed but grinned. "Um, yeah. Have been for a while now. Where you been?"

"Sitting here trying to keep Gramps in the SUV next to us from seeing my tits," she smirked. "Bad enough I already flashed that clerk. And at least three truckers we passed before we got stuck in this nightmare.

Meanwhile, my horndog boyfriend is getting off to strangers ogling his girlfriend's goodies! I should have ...

... known."

"Oh, come on, babe, you know deep down you're enjoying it too. It's not like you've never worn revealing clothes. And honestly, that bikini you wore at the neighborhood pool leaves nothing to the imagination!"

Natalie shifted uncomfortably, her legs were cramping, and her back felt like it needed a good stretch. "Well I'm not fucking enjoying this, OK!"

"Sure, angel. Whatever you say. Yet I can't help but wonder about the smell in here. Not the gasoline, something else. It's kinda... familiar."

Nat swung an arm at a chuckling Jim. Revealing a breast that jiggled as she thumped him.

"Ow! And Grandpa liked that."

Natalie glanced sideways in horror, but Gramps was staring impassively forwards.

"Got ya!" Jim laughed. He could be insufferable. "And anyway that smell. It reminds me of... hmm... oh yeah, your panties. And not just any time; when you've just peeled them off, as you're desperate for a fuck. Your pussy can't lie to me, Nat."

As Jim continued to giggle, Nat glowered at him. 'Right, two can play at that game,' she thought.

She moved her knees apart a little. That felt a bit better, more blood flow. Then, deliberately, she dipped her fingers between her legs, unerringly finding the source of the odor. She held her hand up to Jim, knowing full well the effect this would have on him.

Jim closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He'd always had a thing for the scent of female arousal, but something about Nat's body chemistry was unlike any other woman ...