Traffic Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Traffic Ch. 02

... wall, sending her nerve endings into jostling exhilaration.

Jim was right, she had been turned on, despite her attempts to deny her arousal. The thought that eyes from the surrounding cars might be on them no longer dampened Nat's excitement, it doubled it. She wanted to be seen. Wanted to be watched as Jim tongue-fucked her. This was crazy. She was getting there so quickly. Jim was a wonderful cunnilinguist, but it was never this fast.

Natalie's conscious thoughts fell away as the throbbing took over, swamping her senses and thoughts. Jim's relentless tongue, lifting her higher and higher as she gasped and moaned and then screamed shrilly, her body bucking against Jim's face, muscles convulsing uncontrollably, her pussy bathing her lover in the fruits of her thunderous orgasm.

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For a while, Nat's head was full of swirling, shimmering, bursting shapes. Her very being focused totally on the wave of impossible pleasure that had overtaken her mind and body. As she panted and gasped and slowly descended back to reality, Jim's face, still between her thighs, swam into her vision. He was saying something, but at first Nat couldn't hear.

Then his words echoed bell-like in her overstimulated head. "Fuck, Nat. That was loud. I think they heard you in the next county, let alone the next car."

Nat shifted and craned her neck round. Sure enough, grandpa was looking straight at her. She doubted that he had seen anything, but she was pretty sure that he had ...

... heard an awful lot.

Her cheeks already had a post-climax glow; now they reddened even more. And then, the door of the adjoining car opened and Gramps was walking towards them.

'Oh... my... fucking... God!' Nat reverted to her fetal position and hissed at Jim. "Someone's coming, for fuck's sake deal with them!"

Jim wiped his sticky face and got out of the car. Walking round to the right-hand side, he interjected himself between the approaching man and his nude girlfriend. Nat could see a little of what was going on, but Jim's bare back blocked much of her view.

The man stopped. He seemed a little uncertain. "Hi, I... I was just a bit worried. It sounded like there might be someone... if you don't mind me saying... maybe a woman in some sort of trouble."

Jim struggled to respond cogently. "Trouble? No, no trouble. Everything is fine. All good. Thanks for your concern."

Nat could see the elderly guy turn as if to get back in his car. Then he stopped and seemed to make a decision. Turning again he addressed Jim. "Well I'm sure happy to hear that. If the lady could just confirm that herself, it would ease my mind."

Jim said nothing. An image of him opening and closing his mouth goldfish-like filled Nat's brain.

The guy continued, "See, I'm retired now, but I used to be a state trooper. I just want to make sure she's fine. If you could indulge me."

There was a new sternness to his voice, and Nat could see the guy's hand stray to his hip. 'Fuck, I better do ...