Traffic Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Traffic Ch. 02

... he had known. The smell of her drove him crazy.

It was Natalie's turn to giggle. "Wanna taste, big boy?"

Jim opened his eyes and nodded eagerly.

"Well you can't." Nat slowly and sensually licked her fingers clean. "So who's the most horny now, honey?"

Jim grunted and gripped the steering wheel, trying to think of Sister Joseph at school. That normally would be a sure fire way to kill any erection. And yet he could still smell Nat. His cock was caught up inside his pants and it was kinda hurting. As he moved a hand to adjust himself, he noticed the damp patch.

Nat had seen it too. "Oh, is it dribbling?" Her faux innocence was like catnip to him.

Nat glanced around. No one appeared to be looking in their direction. And the car doors were deep, the windows narrow. If she kept low...

Natalie shifted on her ass until she was facing Jim. Laying her head on the window, she rested one foot on his shoulder, the other in his lap, her heel on the damp patch. Jim groaned.

"Poor baby. I know what my smell does to you. Well look." Nat moved her heel to the steering wheel. Her legs spread, she pulled her sticky labia apart. Glistening threads stretched, thinned, then broke. She ran her fingers around her opening and held them up. They were coated with the same sparkling, viscous liquid, but also streaked with more glutinous white bits. "Oh, honey, I'm so wetand creamy. Don't you just want to taste?"

Natalie knew she was bad. She was such a tease. Then Jim had ...

... never complained once. His breath became more labored as he fought against his growing desire. She moved her leg again, and once more ground her heel against his bump. "Just a little taste, honey. You know you want to." She purred her invitation as seductively as she could. Which, given it was her, was pretty fucking seductively.

Jim had no real chance of resisting. Natalie was his kryptonite, something that made him weak at the knees, reduced to a slavering dog, scenting a bitch in heat. He didn't even bother to check the surroundings before putting the shifter in park and moving to kneel on his seat, planting his hands on Nat's thighs and lowering his face to her aromatic opening.

It had been one thing catching wafts of Natalie's heady aroma, but her actual pussy was something else. Even wet fingers held under his nose couldn't compare. Her smell filled his senses, fire beginning to rage inside him.

He was a considerate lover and knew how to go gently with Natalie, to play with her slowly, inching her towards ecstasy. Not today, today the heat was too much. Jim urgently buried his face in Natalie's warm vulva and his tongue in her dripping vagina.

Nat sighed softly, followed by a contented moan. With one hand she pushed Jim's head harder against her pulsing flesh. With the other she squeezed a breast, squealing loudly as she pinched an already taut nipple.

Jim's nose rubbed against her clit and his tongue thrust in and out of her, its tip pushed against her upper ...