Sara's Car Trip Ch.1 - Sex Stories

Sara's Car Trip Ch.1

... Church Lady. God, Jason. I do not believe we are having this conversation." But she continued to sit there, leaning close to me with her hands laying flat on the table. Silence. "Sex." She said the word almost as if to herself. "It's been two years." She said lifting her brows giving her a surprised look, listening to her own voice and then nodding her head up and down once. "Two fucking years. Not since Prom." "Prom?!" She let slip. I breathed out, "Brad?! Not Brad!! I can't believe . . ." She looked around. I had said that a little loud. She pointed her finger at me, "Swear that one too!" I was chuckling. "You hated him. You treated him like shit." "It was Prom." "That's your excuse." "I had a little that night," she lowered her voice, "Ok? He got to be not so bad, uh looking that is." She started to laugh. "God. Actually he WAS that bad." She held her hand over her face. "God, I am so fucking pathetic." She was going on. "Brad, Jack, holding hands -- with you!" Silence again. "AND What about you?" I knew I had to over-share now too. "Well, not since I broke up with Laura." "Well, that was at about the same time, when I graduated." "Yeah. Last time was at the end of your party. We snuck upstairs." "Are you shitting me." The Third Silence, as we thought back to our respective relationships. She took a deep breath and then, "So, you thought my bathing suit looked nice huh?" "Yeah." I smiled. She looked down at her body again. I know she was thinking about what I saw. ...

... Repeating my answer, "Yeah." She looked right in my eyes, said matter of fact, "The bottoms look a lot like the panties I have on right now." I was blushing again. I could feel heat rising up my whole body. "Not the same as last night though. The ones you saw. THESE are a lot smaller," and she smiled wickedly at me. I remained calm and croaked out. "You looked nice." "Last night, OR when I modeled for you?" I paused, "Both times." She smiled. I saw her blush a little, "You're a good brother." ********* The next night we were in the exact same place, the exact same situation. The car had to wait for parts, so we could not even travel at all that day. We had lost a day. This time as I slid under the covers, she readily took my hand. We looked over at our folks who were already dozing off. I gave her a squeeze, she smiled at me, "Goodnight." It was our secret. I woke again at about 3 AM, and my mind immediately drifted to Sara, whom I could hear softly breathing next to me. Was her shirt lifted up again? I was so curious. She was not leaning against me tonight, I let my hand shift over toward her side of the bed, slid lightly to the middle. Touched her over the surface of the sheet and slid my hand softly over her body. The feel of her skin was unmistakable, bare skin beneath the fabric. I let my fingers drift lower, could feel just a string crossing her hip bone. The panties! The smaller pair she had told me about today. My heart was beating fast, I could not seem to catch my breath. I ...