The Driver - Sex Stories

The Driver

... going to throw up," she whimpered. Victor immediately pulled over, but instead of leaving the car, Phoebe released a squawk of protest. "Find somewhere more private! I don't want to puke in front of people driving by!"

"Goddamn it, Phoebe, there's no traffic out this way!" he barked. Still, he drove a bit farther, then backed onto a dirt road surrounded by woods. It was his job to be familiar with this area, so close to Phoebe's residence. He knew this road, used mostly by farm vehicles, led to acres of pastureland nearby. After parking the car, Victor turned in his seat. "Is this private enough for you?" The car was now beyond view of anyone who might pass by on the main road.

Phoebe no longer looked pale. In fact, her cheeks were flushed again. Victor worried she was feverish, but she only smiled and said, "This is perfect." Then, she began climbing over the seat.

"What the hell are you doing? I thought you were sick!"

"Sorry, I had to lie." Before Victor could stop her, Phoebe reached to turn off the car and take the key from the ignition. His eyes widened when she proceeded to drop the key down her blouse, which was still neatly tucked into her skirt.

Again, he swore. "We don't have time for your games! Your father is expecting us back at the house."

"Then we'd better be quick." Phoebe slipped a hand between his thighs, making him gasp. A delighted smile lit up her face when she found he was still semi-hard. "Oh, seeing my pussy did excite ...

... you!"

Victor had nowhere to retreat. His eyes locked with Phoebe's as she stroked him through his pants. "We need to stop this. Right now."

Her smile morphed into a look of blatant need. "Please," she whispered. "Let me do this, Victor. I want to so much!"

His breathing quickened at her words. He felt strangely helpless while she rushed to take out his cock. She was fumbling, clearly nervous, but he couldn't deny how much her touch aroused him. "Phoebe," he groaned.

She soon had Victor's dick free from his pants. Her pupils became large, dark pools as she studied his erection. Despite his wish to be a stronger man who could resist her advances, Victor didn't try to stop her from taking hold of his cock. At first, Phoebe's grip was too rough, so he wrapped his hand around hers to guide her as she jerked him off. "Like this," he murmured, and she readily nodded. It was just a handjob, he told himself. If she satisfied herself with his, perhaps she'd get over her infatuation.

Phoebe watched his face while stroking him. "Does that feel good, Victor?"

"It does," he confessed, "but we need to go. You should be home."

In reply, Phoebe licked her lips and then lowered her head to take Victor's tip into her mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut, leaning back against the headrest. She was clumsy and inexperienced, but so eager! It had been a good while since a woman had gone down on him, and Phoebe was no ordinary woman. She seemed to enjoy playing with his foreskin and even went so ...