A Woman With A Plan

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A Woman With A PlanI had just filled up my tank and was getting ready to get into my car when another car pulled up and a woman stepped out of hers. Sort of blond, shoulderlength hair, a flowery wide shirt, a short yellow skirt that suited the summer’s day perfectly. Tall, my height and a slim posture. She smiled at me and as she passsed me, flashing a boob. Completely stunned I got behind the wheel and drove the car to the exit and parked on the ramp.From the rearview mirror I watched her coming out of the shop and getting into her car.It was 9 A.M.I was on the way to the airport to pick up my wife. Had therefore taken the day off, hence the trackpants I was wearing, which make me always feel kind of hot.. Or liberated if you please.As she drove pass me she signaled with her lights. I tailed her as we got back on the two lane highway waiting for things to happen. After some ten minutes signs indicated a rest- area ahead and at the same time she blinked her right taillight. We passed some trucks parked in the forestry surroundings and about halfway she pulled up. I pulled up beside her lowered the window as did she. We looked at eachother, but didn’t speak a word. She unbuttoned the shirt and reveiled her breasts which she started stroking gently. Firm with already erect nipples. I pulled up and parked my car right in front of hers and waited for things come come. I didn’t have to wait long as I saw her getting out of her red Honda, still stroking her breasts with one hand while seducingly stroking her crotch with the other one. I must admit that I turned a little scared; what if this was a scam and she was out to rob me, procure a knive or something. As she leaned against my cardoor she said: “You like what you see?”I certainly did and my weaker side getting the best of me I opened the door. I noticed the she was older than I at first had thought she was, somewhere in her late forties and the lines in her face told me she had been through some enduring times. Also her boobs must have seen better days since they were in a somewhat sagging state, which for some reason aroused me tremendously.”Do you want to kiss them? Go ahead,”she said.”I laid my hand on one of them, kneading it gently as I put my mouth round the nipple of the other one.A light moaning escaped from her lips.She was still stroking her crotch as my other hand disappeared underneath her skirt both our hands caressed her moist labia.She obviously had left the house not bothering with undergarments that day. She was a lady with a plan for that day!And it looked like that plan would find some results.A mixture of blood and endorfines was causing my brain nearly to burst and my hands tremble kilis escort with exitement.Inside my trackpants I felt my dick rising; what else could I do than show her the effect she had on me? I wanted to pull my trackpants down, but her hand got there sooner, stroking gently my crotch.I had borrowed this vintage ’70’s Plymouth from a friend and one can say a lot about a Plymouth, but spacious it is for sure. So I pulled the frontseat/bench to its maximum what gave us all the space we needed for this special occasion and it didn’t take long till her hand reached my fully erect organ.”I like what I feel,” she said smiling, kneading my balls.In one move we slipped my pants and flimsy underpants to my ankles; as she unzipped her skirt.Much to my delight I noticed a landingstrip coiffure topping her delicious pink wet treasure as she slipped right on top of me parking her skiiny buttocks on the dashboard. I now had a finger deep inside her tight pussy as she wiggled her hips to make it hit all her deep dark spots.We kissed, she worked my dick gracefull, we moanded like bonobonoes in full heat and didn’t care if the whole world was watching us. Worse, we would have loved it if it did so.Somehow she had gotten rid of her skirt, somehow I had lost rmy pants without knowing how as she guided my dick inside her. The sound of her thighs flapping against mine, her tits flapping against my cheeks, against my mouth as my lips were trying to get hold of one her rosebud nipples while staring in some utter dirty conspiracy in eachother’s eyes. Smiling at eachother in mutual enjoyment and exitement Wide-eyed, because there was nothing we would want to miss of eachother.Also we both understood that we wanted it to last. She would slow down at times, looking at my dick sliding up and down her cute tight shaft, we giggled, I kissed her hair, suck her earlobs as she returned the favor.Then, at one point she hit some button which changed the interior of the car in one bed. This Plymouth obviously had a nice surprise!We crawled all over eachother making me think the car-manufacturer should have labeled it as the Plymouth 69.I ate her pussy to kingdom come, multi tutti frutti times as she had her way with my nuts and bolt till she soaked them fully with her saliva.When I finally could not postpone release the contens of my tortured scrotum she joyfully smeared it all over her breasts.As we looked up, back into the real world we stared into the eyes of three guys that unmistakingly looked like truckdrivers. Big Smiles underneath their heavy moustached mouths. Erect dicks hanging out of their dungarees.Did I make it in time to the airport?Hell, no.Did I have some explaining to do?Hell, yes.But was it worth all the trouble.Hell, yes, yes, yess!!

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