Sara's Car Trip Ch.1 - Sex Stories

Sara's Car Trip Ch.1

... tummy. Safety! Back over her navel, centered beneath my palm. Holding it there like a treasure beneath both hands. A deep sigh rose from deep within Sara, she was smiling and turning herself to me leaning in, lay the lightest kiss upon my cheek, never opening her eyes. Her hair nuzzling around my neck and she lay there. My eyes opened wide in surprise, hers never did. Again, the third time that night we fell asleep. ********* "Uh Jason. We need to talk." I put my head down and looked up at her. Aprehensive. I knew what it was about, "Uh, Sara, I'm sorry. Sorry about . . ." "You were pretty out of . . .line last night." She was meeting my eyes and measuring her words. "It was just. You. . .said you liked when we were holding hands." "Yeah." A brief pause. "I said I liked that. We talked about that. We can DO that. But you were doing . . . a hell of a lot more than . . ." I nodded. Looked down, "Ok. Well . . . You were playing with my fingers last night. And . . ." She interrupted, "That was innocent, it felt nice. I liked that too." "And . . . I started to massage your wrist, and arm." "Yeah," she said less committal. "Well, that was ok?" I made eye contact, watching her soften just a little. I was establishing some culpability on her part. It seemed to be working. I continued, "You liked that. I heard you." She put her head down. "Yeah. It was . . . nice." "So when? When exactly wasn't it nice?" She shot her head back up, recovering herself. And she put her head low looking ...

... up at me, was she angry? "Hello! When you put your hand on my" -- and she leaned in whispering, her ear tips were red peaking through her long hair, "Boobs!" She leaned still closer and continued, "Or how about when you slid your hands into my panties and started to rub my pussy . . ." Did she say that! The tone of her voice aroused me immediately. I was hard, trying to adjust myself without her noticing. She looked around, "Mom and Dad were IN the next bed. They could have seen us Jason." I nodded. "I lost it. I'm sorry. I said I was sorry. I won't . . ." and I added, "Your arm was across your chest and I was rubbing your arm and . . . I couldn't help it." She listened a little, looking around, her cheeks were red. We were both blushing, aroused. I kept going, "You. YOU let me do it." She was silent "For a little while. You did." "I shouldn't have." "I said I'm Sorry." Silence. I was looking away, unhappy. I was ready to end the conversation and began to turn away, when her hand was on my wrist. "Jason, we can hold hands. We can . . ." her voice trailed off. "That's it!" I noticed the pause and quietly asked, "What were you going to say?" "It's just that . . . I'm trying to decide. . . If rubbing fingers, the massaging is . . . was . . ." "Too far?" She nodded. I was curious now, she was clearly conflicted. "How about. Your tummy? I was touching you there?" She looked up. "You held my hand right to your tummy. After . . . everything. And you even kissed me." Her mouth was a ...