Back Seat Banging - Exhibitionist Voyeur
Fun in the back seat of a moving car.
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I've been having lunch with this guy at work. Dylan's his name. We're both plumbers and we got stuck on this shit job together at a nursing home in the city. We're running pipe down long hallways, working on ladders, up in the ceiling, with old people parked in wheelchairs down below us all along the way. Some of them watch us, looking like they're barely alive, moaning and groaning like the soundtrack to one of those Zombie movies. I probably don't have to tell you we look forward to lunchtime.
We usually sit in my truck to eat because I've got tunes. A big amp and a couple of subs. Gotta have bass, right? I know more about music than Dylan does, so I play stuff he hasn't heard and he likes most of it. I always like turning people on to new tunes.
We talk the way guys do, you know? Not a lot of personal shit, not at first anyway. But we've been partnered up for a few weeks now so we're sorta used to each other and kind of getting to be friends, in that work friend kind of way.
So we started hitting a bar after work, a place called The Rusty Bucket. It's a happy hour place, with a hot looking bartender who wears tight jeans and short little tops that show her bellybutton and always some cleavage. The way she dresses is all about the tips; getting us tired, dirty construction workers all hot and bothered after work so we'll leave her a five or a ten or a twenty. I know how the game is played but I still fall for it. She's kinda smokin' hot, with the longest hair and the sweetest smile.
"My girlfriend's got hair kinda like that," Dylan says one day, just out of the blue, after we've both been hot for this bartender girl for days.
"No shit?" I say. "And you didn't think that deserved to be mentioned a long time ago? What else are you keepin' from me?"
"Nothin'," he says.
"She got a sister?" I ask. "I could use an end to this dry spell."
"Nope," he says. "Her mother's kinda hot. You into old stuff?"
"Fuck yeah, if she's hot."
"She's been goin' out with a guy. A school principal or somethin'. I think she's kinda into him already."
"Now you tell me. What the fuck, man. You shoulda hooked me up on day one."
I smiled and he smiled, and it went kinda like that, day after day. Us flirting with the bartender, him telling me bits and pieces about his girl. Georgia's her name, and as I put together all the little things he told me she seemed more and more like someone I wish I'd met before he did. But hey, that's the way it goes.
About a week later he says Georgia wants to go to new dance club and he says somehow my name got involved and he asks if I wanna go. Of course I wanna see if Georgia looks anything like the perfect girl I got all pictured in my mind, so I say yeah, I'll go, even though dance clubs aren't really my thing.
We live on the same side of town so he says to meet up at his place and I can park my truck on the street and Georgia's got a stupid big SUV that her father gave her when it was half wore out because he said she'd be safe in it if she got in an accident. We can a drive to the club in it, he says, since it's way over on the other side of town, like forty-five fuckin' minutes away. More like an hour, probably, but, whatever. As long as I got a beer between my legs I don't mind a road trip.
So I get there and it's a shit neighborhood and a worn-out house he rents. I knock and Dylan answers and he hands me a beer. And then Georgia comes down the hallway and she's every bit as cute as the bartender girl, and she's dressed to fucking kill. She's got a skirt on that you can sorta see her legs through and the waist of it sits low on her hips, down below her belly button that's showing because her little white tank top doesn't cover it. The skirt's long, down to the floor just about, dark green and crinkled like scrunched up paper. There's a medallion thing that's right where a belt buckle would be, with long tassels hanging from it in that same green color. The tank top fits her snug and there's nothing under it. No bra. And she's a girl with tits. Not like huge, but big enough, and nice and curvy and she's got nipples that are all hard. I'm wondering if her nips are like that all the time or maybe she's just nervous 'cause she's meeting me or something. She grabs a beer too, and she's real laid back and super sweet and nice. Her voice is real smooth and I can picture her singing in a band, dressed just like she is. She's excited about the new club and thinks it's funny and nice that me and Dylan are going just because she wants us to go.
So she drives us in her bag-ass SUV and we bring a sixpack along because it's a long drive. I'm sitting in the back and she's looking at me in the mirror when she talks to me. I sat behind Dylan so I get kind of a crossways view of her, through the gap in the front seats, and I can watch the side of her tit joggle when we hit bumps and its sorta got life in it the whole time we're driving. I got sorta mesmerized by it and she caught me looking more than once, but, man, it was too nice of a sight to look away from.
The club was okay. Some hot girls. Georgia pushed me toward one of them a few times and I finally took the bait. I could tell the girl wasn't for me, so I just danced with her and didn't ask for her number or anything. Georgia danced with me some, and I hung out at the bar some, too, just watching, the way I like to do. There was a few girls with no bra on like Georgia, but her little white tank top was the sexiest, especially when she danced. Plain and simple. Classic, I guess you'd say. Almost like a wet t-shirt contest even though it was dry.
I drank the least, or so Georgia said, so she asked me to drive when we decided to go home. I laughed and felt like a chauffeur when they both got in the back seat. By the time I got on the Boulevard they were kissing like crazy and Georgia was all over Dylan. She was pretty drunk, but she held it okay, not all sloppy wasted or anything, just super buzzed and it was obvious she was horny. I was trying to keep an eye on her in the mirror without being too obvious about it. When I knew they both weren't looking I even adjusted the mirror down a little, and I could see her hand on Dylan's crotch. I could tell he was lumped up hard, which wasn't a surprise considering how she was going at him.
It didn't take long before he was horned up to the max, too, squeezing her ass, giving me a little better idea of the shape of it. And then there was a 'what the fuck' moment — Georgia was blowing him, right there in the car! I even said "What the fuck!" out loud.
"Just keep drivin' man," Dylan said, and Georgia giggled in that sexy way that girls do when they've got a hard cock in their mouth.
I don't know if Dylan did it because he knew I was watching or what, but he pulled up the little tank top and let Georgia's nice tits fall out. Her stomach had a couple folds in it because of the way she was sitting. She looked really fleshy and soft, and she was really sucking cock, like totally into it. There was music on but it wasn't loud, and I could hear the sounds her mouth was making and her sexy moans. I was glad nobody else was in the car because I had a big lump in my pants.
My view was pretty great, and after a few minutes I got to thinking that it was that way on purpose — it looked like Georgia was making sure she wasn't in the way and I even saw her eyes look at me in the mirror a couple times. There was plenty of light because we were on the Boulevard, with lots of street lights and stores and stuff all along the sides of the road. Even though it was nighttime it was plenty lit.
So I've been blown a bunch of times. Most guys have, I guess. It's never like a porn girl blowjob. Real girls always seem sorta nervous about it and they only mess around with the first two or three inches in their mouth. It's plenty nice. I mean, I don't wanna discourage nobody. I even came a few times and the girls who made it happen seemed to like it. I know I liked it, even though none of them took the cum in their mouth. But Georgia, she's way more like a porn girl, at least that's the way I saw it in the mirror. I had a bunch of beers in me so maybe I wasn't thinking straight, but she blew Dylan's cock like a fucking pro, really going at it, taking it deep and sometimes all the way fucking deep, and she used her hand on his balls like a porn girl would do. It was fucking hot, and I was driving less than thirty so I could stay in my lane and still watch a lot. I wouldn't have been so obvious about watching except for neither of them seeming to care.
There were cars and trucks and big SUV's next to us a lot, and I was wondering if any of them noticed the blowjob and Georgia's tits. I think one or two did, and then a couple guys in a Ford truck with big off-road tires definitely noticed, honking their horn to let us know. Georgia looked over at them and stuck out her tongue and then she smiled and started blowing Dylan again, moving her head real fast because she had an audience. The guys watched for a minute and honked again and sped away. The truck had an exhaust pipe that was as big as a cannon and it really roared. Georgia giggled.
The Boulevard goes on for twenty miles I think. It's not all stores but there's streetlights along the whole thing. I think Georgia was glad I wasn't in a hurry. She took off her top and gave Dylan a handjob while she kissed him. She was still stroking his cock when she thrust her tits out for his mouth, and I could see his tongue playing with her nipples. They were hard and pointy and she was moaning. Her eyes were still checking to see if I was watching in the mirror, and I looked right back at her. There wasn't any hiding or being ashamed of anything. It was super hot and I was rubbing my crotch while I was driving and wishing I could moan like Dylan was moaning.
I figured they'd quit doing stuff at some point and the rest of the ride would be more normal, but after a while Georgia climbed on Dylan and she fucked him. Her long green skirt was covering it and the back of her was facing the mirror, but she wasn't shy about anything. She sat up and rode him with her hands on her tits and then she put her hands on the ceiling and I watched her watch the cars that were passing us as she fucked him. The lucky ones saw her and slowed down and drove right next to us for a while. They were all older guys, alone, and it was late so I guess they were going home. I bet they all jerked off when they got there.
I did. Jerked off at home I mean. I was horny as fuck and when we got back to Dylan's place and I could tell Georgia knew it. She hugged me in the driveway before I walked to my truck. Her nipples were all hard and pointy under her shirt. It wasn't a real long hug, but she pressed herself against me, like she was checking, you know? Checking to see if I was hard.
I was.
—
So the next day at work Dylan and me are right back in the day of the dead again. Old people groaning and yelling and crying, and us working ceiling tile by ceiling tile down the long hallway. It was slow progress because the ceiling was already so full of pipe and ducts and cable and shit. We were able to squeeze our pipe onto a rack with a bunch of other stuff run on it, but it was tight and slow. There were nurses to look at to pass the time, but none of them were sexy like Georgia. I guess that's not a fair comparison to make. Their uniforms are shit and none of them are very happy to be there, so it's hard to judge what they'd look like in regular clothes or dance club clothes like Georgia wore. I bet some of them would be hot. I've kinda learned over the years that pretty much all women are sexy, as long as they want to be.
So my head's up in the ceiling and Dylan's is too, about ten feet away from me, so I ask him, "Is Georgia always like that?"
"You mean the drive home?" he says. "She's, like, uninhibited to the max, man. I never seen nothin' like her."
"Yeah, me neither," I say.
He's smiling a little, so I figure it's cool to keep asking. "You sure she doesn't have a sister?"
"Positive," he says. "She likes you though. She wants to go out again, to that same club. Maybe she'll hook you up with a friend or somethin'."
"Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I could do that," I say.
So it was as easy as that. I figured a friend of Georgia's would probably be good, and even if there wasn't a friend maybe I could be the driver again and get some more looks at her.
And that's how it went. There wasn't a friend. It was Georgia, Dylan and me again, but it was cool. I didn't even mind the expensive drinks.
"You think I should drive?" I said, when we were walking out, after a couple hours of drinking and dancing.
"Yeah, I'm fucked up again," Georgia says. "You can adjust the seat if you want to, I'm way shorter than you. And the mirrors, too."
"Oh, yeah," I say. That's when I realized I hadn't put the mirror back the last time, so Georgia knew what I'd been looking at.
So we're on the road again and I got the rear view mirror aimed right down where I think it needs to be and sure enough, Dylan's hard cock is all wet in Georgia's mouth again, and he's moaning and she's moaning and were cruising down the Boulevard.
And then she's fuckin' naked. All the way stripped, without a shoe or anything. And she's looking out of the side of her eyes at me when I'm looking at her, and I'm hard as fuck again and I wish I could just open up my fucking pants and jerk off.
Pretty soon she had Dylan's pants right off of him and they were fucking again, both of them louder than the first time. She rode him like before, with her back to me, but with my mirror all set and ready and no skirt on her I could see all of her ass and Dylan's cock fucking her pussy. She was loving it and it was fucking intense, and then she goes all the way and has a fucking orgasm. And it wasn't no fake unless she's the best actor ever. No way, it was wasn't no fake. She was super into it and cars were slowing down to watch and I was wondering if I should keep a lookout for cops.
So then she's on her hands and knees sideways on the seat and Dylan fucks her doggy style, up where the whole world can see him doing it. I didn't know what the hell to say, so I just said nothing and drove, with one eye on the road and one eye on Georgia. She came again, making awesome noises that were pretty close to screaming, grabbing for stuff to hang onto. It was fucking wild.
—
"I though for sure you were gettin' us arrested," I say to him the next morning. We were in the basement of the nursing home, drinking our coffee and rolling out the blueprints on the print table, getting set for another day of work.
"It wasn't me, man. You saw her. She just goes for it."
"Yeah," I say, but I know it's him too, fucking her doggy style with his knees on the seat and his naked ass showing clear out the window. Him and her, they're both crazier than any friends I've had before.
I wanted to ask him more about her, but it all seemed a little weird and I guess I was embarrassed because I watched so much in the mirror. I know they both knew I was watching. So the subject sorta dropped and we looked over the prints and we gathered some pipe and some fittings and we went to work, up in the ceiling, with old folks moaning and groaning down below. We ate lunch in my truck and I was playing some tunes and the subject of Georgia came up again.
"Georgia would love this tune. She fuckin' loves to dance, man," Dylan says.
"Yeah, she's good at it. I just look like a dork."
"That's why she likes you, I think," he says. "She says you're not afraid like some guys."
"Yeah? I thought it was 'cus I don't mind drivin' and she can go all fuckin' wild. I can't believe you guys got totally naked, man. That's fuckin' crazy."
"Fun, though, right?" he says. "You don't mind, do ya? I mean we can knock it off, but I get the feeling that's why she wants you there. She gets off on seein' you watch her."
"And you don't mind?"
"I guess not. Hasn't bothered me yet. Maybe I'm as fucked up as she is." Dylan smiled when he said it, like he was happy with what he was figuring out about himself. "We're doin' it again, right?" he asked. "Fuckin' a chick out on the road like that's a fuckin' hoot man. If you don't mind drivin'..."
I smiled at him, happily figuring out my own shit. "No man, I don't mind. I know she's your girlfriend, but...shit man, watchin' her is pretty fuckin' hot."
"So...tonight then?" he says. "She wants to do it again."
"Yeah," I say, smiling a little. "What am I gonna say, no?"
So I'm tired after work and not sure another night out is the best thing to do, but I'm seeing visions of Georgia getting fucked all naked again so I drive over and she's at Dylan's house with him, waiting for me. She's got on a short skirt this time, and a halter top that shows a ton of cleavage and couldn't have a bra under it even if you wanted one. But who the fuck would want one? She's got little sneakers on her feet so she can dance up a storm. There's a sixpack in her hand.
She drives to the club and I sit in the back the way I've done before, and I look around at how fucking huge her SUV is. It's a Chevy something or other, as big as they fucking get, with a backseat you can lay down on and tons of legroom and a whole other seat behind that. It's funny because Georgia's not big at all, and climbing up into the driver's seat makes her seem even smaller.
We get to the club, we drink and we dance, and the hot girls are kinda sparse. Georgia's putting her sexy moves out there on the dance floor, smiling like she's lucky that she's got two guys and the other girls don't. She even twerked her ass up against my crotch a few times. The first time surprised me, but Dylan didn't seem to mind so I played along the next couple of times, even touching her with my hand which I hadn't done before. It was fuckin' hot, and my dick was hard, and Georgia knew it.
After, when we get out to the parking lot to go home, Georgia looks at me and says, "We're changin' drivers. You're ridin' back here with me."
I'm pretty sure I looked surprised. "Me? But..."
"Just do it," she says. "Dylan's drivin' this time. I get so fuckin' horny when I dance. You do, too. I know you do."
"You cool?" I ask Dylan.
"Yeah man," he says. "She's into it. It's her birthday in a couple days."
"It's my present," she says.
I look at Dylan and he shrugs his shoulders. "It's all she wants," he says. "What the fuck am I gonna say, no? Get in back with her, man, unless you don't want a sweet blowjob."
So before I know it my pants are down around my knees and Georgia's blowing me and we're cruising down the Boulevard. And it's fuckin' sweet! I never been blown by a girl with Georgia's kind of skill, and the nice beer buzz in my head made it all feel like the most awesome fucking fucking thing in the world. Like magic, man, I'm tellin' ya. The perfect sucking and fuckin' licking and she played with my balls and she took every fucking inch of me down her throat, the first time any girl's done that. She's telling me how much she loves my cock and she's making it feel like I had no control, and then I fuckin' came right in her mouth and she was going at it like she was as happy as she's ever been, not being shy with her moans and the noises her mouth was making with my cum in it, letting Dylan hear everything. It was the best blowjob ever.
I was buzzed big time, watching Georgia smile at me, hearing her talk about how nice my cock is. She wasn't giving up on it, still stroking it with her hand, spitting on it so it was slippery, playing with it with tongue and her mouth.
"Get hard for me again baby," she says, with that smooth voice of hers sounding all sexy. "Wanna play with my tits and stuff?" She reached behind her and pulled two ties and the red halter top fell right off of her. "Suck my titties. I can feel you gettin' hard."
Back Seat Banging
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Her hand squeezed tighter on my slippery cock and she stroked it while it grew. She leaned in and thrusted her tits out and she moaned real nice when I started sucking them. She tasted different, nice, maybe a little sweaty, and she smelled like a girl. The nips I couldn't get out of my mind were hard as fuck and I felt every bump of them with my tongue and I bit and sucked them rough and she liked it that way. She was moaning loud and telling me how horny she was and my cock was fuckin' rock hard in her hand. And then she swung a leg over me and she pressed me into her pussy. I could see it in the light from the street, thick lips that were bare from the black thong that she'd pushed aside, a meaty looking pussy that took every inch of me with just a few up and down movements.
"You're fuckin' me," she says, hissing out the words like a snake. "Is that what you wanted?"
I could tell it was what she wanted, and truthfully I couldn't believe it was happening. I thought about Dylan and I looked in the mirror but he wasn't looking. He was quiet. Just driving. Acting normal.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" Georgia says, her voice getting all high and excited as she moved herself on me. "Fuck yeah!"
She was fucking me for real, not hiding her movements, riding every inch of my cock. Pretty soon it was fast and hard enough that her tits were bouncing. Her wild eyes were watching mine, and she looked happy that her tits were what I wanted to look at.
"Squeeze 'em!" she says, all breathless. "Squeeze 'em fuckin' hard!"
I did it and I got lost. The boulevard went away, and Dylan went away. It was just me and Georgia, with her long hair hanging down. I started to fuck her the way she was fucking me and she came, all wild and shuddery, crying "Oh!...Oh!...Oh!," and then she eased up and she fucked me slower with her whole body moving like she was dancing.
"You like fucking me?" she asked. "I love big cocks like yours."
"Hey, I heard that," Dylan says, still not looking back.
"You're my favorite, babe," she says to him, looking at him over her shoulder.
She takes my hands and puts them on her tits and she leans back with my cock still in her and she tips her head back and her and Dylan kiss. We're cruising at thirty miles an hour and for a minute we're having a threeway.
"Take off your clothes," she says to me. "I wanna see all of you."
She could have asked me anything and I would have done it I think. Naked in a car on the Boulevard? Why the fuck not. I got outta my clothes fast and she took off her little skirt and her thong and both of us were naked; but for real, the last thing I expected to do was fuck my work friend's girlfriend doggy style with my knees on the seat and my naked ass right there for all the other cars to see. But that's what I did. And holy good god did it feel right.
"Harder, baby!" she yelled. "Harder!"
She came wicked again, like she'd done with Dylan when he did her the same way, crying out so sexy and thrashing almost outta control, with her hands grabbing at stuff to hang on to. I pulled out and came and she was right there, turned around quick, sucking me dry with that magic mouth of hers.
We were dressed by the time we got to Dylan's house.
"I'm not a slut, you know," she says to us, standing next to her big giant car on the street before we all went our separate ways. "I'm a swinger."
"A swinger?" Dylan says. "What the fuck you talkin' about?"
"I'm not a slut's what I'm talkin' about! Swingers get to do it...like we're doing."
"I thought that was married people," he says.
"Not always. My mom's a swinger."
"You're fuckin' mom?" he says. "Holy shit!"
"I don't think she woulda told me," Georgia says, "but she kinda had to, last weekend."
"Why?"
"I had that sore throat, remember? She thought I was out with you but I was asleep in my room. Her and Frank had friends over. All four of 'em were fuckin' on her bed. I could hear it all, really clear. Those walls in our apartment are built really shitty."
"Holy shit!" Dylan says. "Your fuckin' mom and Frank did that? He's a fuckin' kid's school principal!"
"That's what I mean," she says. "Being a swinger makes it okay. That's what Mom told me. She told me her and my dad did it. She's not a slut, she's a swinger. And don't say nothin' to Frank, either, 'cause he doesn't know I know."
"Wait...she talked to you about it?"
"Yeah. I mean I had to come out of my room eventually didn't I? I waited 'til their friends were gone. You'll never guess who they are."
"Who?"
"You know that family that lives across the courtyard, the ones with the adopted Asian kids?"
Dylan looked surprised. "The hot mom down at the pool?"
"Yup. You ever see the guy she's married to? He's hot, too. Got slicked back hair, drives that black BMW."
"That guy? Holy shit! He was fuckin' your mom?"
"Yup. And Frank was fuckin' the hot mom. I could hear the whole thing, it was a big fuckin' four-way. That's what I'm saying. They're swingers, so it's okay."
Dylan smiled at Georgia, and I could sorta tell he was trying to figure out if she was smart or stupid. So I say to them, "I heard about swingers. I think it's cool."
"Yeah, you would!" Dylan says to me. "After fuckin' my girlfriend why wouldn't you think it's cool?"
"It is cool," Georgia said. "I think so anyway."
And so, making a long story shorter, that's how Dylan and me ended up fucking Georgia's mom and the hot mom from the pool, in the backseat of Georgia's big SUV, in the broad fuckin' daylight on the loop highway that circles half the city. Georgia's mom, Tracy, is the one who got all the fuckin' craziness started. Turns out she sorta had the hots for Dylan, and once everything came out in the open about swinging she got braver about flirting with him. I wasn't there, but Georgia told Dylan and me that she was at the pool one day with her mom and the other mom — her name's Kimberly — and the two little kids. They're twin girls adopted from China, like three years old or something.
So I guess it's a quiet afternoon and they've got the whole pool to themselves and the little girls are in a little kiddy pool and somehow Georgia tells the moms she likes getting fucked in the backseat of a moving car on the Boulevard. It seems like a crazy thing to talk about, but I guess Georgia was trying to get them to talk about swinging and she thought talking about fucking Dylan might get her mom interested so she'd open up a little.
It worked. Just a few days later Georgia's driving, Frank the kid's school principal is in the passenger seat, and me and Dylan are threewaying Georgia's mom in the back seat, all three of us naked as fuck. It was fuckin' nuts! Broad fuckin' daylight. Saturday afternoon. A bunch of cars saw what was going on and watched for a while, and two of them pulled out phones and started videoing us. Frank freaked out and crouched down so they couldn't see him, but he was laughing just like Georgia was. Me and Dylan and Tracy were too far gone to care, lost in the hotness of a wild fuckin' threeway. There was cum splattering all around, and Tracy had a couple wicked orgasms. She's a fuckin' wild woman. She laughed when old people gave us dirty looks and she got off bigtime on showing off, but mostly she just loved having two younger guys fuck the shit out of her.
"Are my tits as nice as Georgia's?" she asked me, when I had a mouthful of one of them. I could tell she thought they probably weren't.
"Oh my God yes," I mumbled. It was weird, but they reminded me of my own mom's tits, and some of her friends'. I never realized I had a thing for older women until that day.
"I'm gonna ride Dylan and lean back on top of him, and I want you to fuck my tits," she said. "Think you can do that?"
"I'll figure it out," I said, and a minute later we're cruising at seventy with a car honking next to us, and the three of us are contorted into something wild and crazy, with me up in everybody's view, fucking Tracy's soft tits while she tried to lick the tip of my cock with her tongue.
"Reach behind you and play with my clit," she says, her voice all hyped up, her body rocking as she fucks Dylan. "I'm gonna cum again!" she says, all breathless, when my finger starts twiddling her clit.
"That's fuckin' hot you guys," Georgia says, watching us in the mirror, weaving in her lane a little bit, hardly looking at the road. I didn't think about it 'til later, but Jesus Christ, what a freaky thing that must have been, seeing her mom like that.
I guess that night word got around. Kimberly wanted to try the highway shit. Nobody bothered to ask me and Dylan, they just thought we'd be into it I guess, and for the most part we were, but it still seemed a little weird. It was the next day, Sunday afternoon, in the daylight again, and I'd never even met Kim or her husband Paul. I got kinda nervous driving over there, and when we all drove away in Georgia's car the babysitter was out on the balcony with the two little black-haired girls, the three of them waving goodbye to us.
We all got introduced to each other right there in the car. Georgia was driving, me and Dylan and Kim were in the back seat, and Tracy was behind us, in the third row seat, next to Paul. They were the first ones to kiss, which seemed odd at first, but, hey, I guess swingers are used to it. Kim kissed Dylan, and a few seconds later her hand was on my crotch and I hardened right up. I felt like I was tossed right in the middle of a porn.
Kim started out kinda shy. I don't know if it was because she'd just met me, or because of the out in the daylight thing or what. She looked real pretty to me, an upper class kind of older woman, with nice clothes and a real clipped looking haircut. Everything about her looked expensive, you know? She smelled good, too, and her makeup was a done real nice. I almost couldn't imagine seeing her naked and fucking her, just because of the kind of woman she was.
I looked back and Paul's cock was out and Tracy had her hand on it. "Take off her top you guys," she says to Dylan and me.
"Shouldn't we wait 'til the highway?" I ask.
"Do it now," Tracy says, kinda softly but like she knew what she was talking about.
We were still in stop and go traffic, a busy road with lots of stores, out in the suburbs. Kim looked shy but excited. She was sitting in the middle, between Dylan and me, and I could hear her breathing get all different when him and me started to undo her shirt. Georgia adjusted the rear view mirror down so she could watch.
Kim leaned forward a little so we could get her shirt off of her, and then Dylan fumbled with the bra clasp. She looked really pretty, the bra was purple, real dark and lacy. Dylan and me both took it off of her. Her tits are nice, real round on the bottom, and they hang a little low, with a deep crease underneath. Her nips were pointy and all riled up. I wanted to touch them and suck them, but we all just sat there while Georgia drove. Kim had goosebumps all over her bare skin.
"Take her pants off," Tracy said. I looked back at her and she was still stroking Paul's cock with her hand. It's a big cock, not real long but real big around. His pants were down below his knees.
Dylan and me went to work on Kim's pants. She didn't say a word. She was still breathing sort of uneven, and I could feel the heat coming off of her bare stomach. She had to help us, sort of lifting her butt. Her pants were those short kind of ones, the ones that show your ankles, and we had them down her legs pretty easily. Dylan lifted her right leg and took off her shoe, and I did the same with her left one.
To be honest with you, I was breathing the same way Kim was, sorta not enough and out of whack. My hands were getting sweaty. There was this beautiful, classy older woman who I'd just met, and I'd helped strip her down to nothing but her panties, dark purple lacy ones, and we were stopped at a red light with cars all around us.
"Panties too," Tracy said, from the back. "Make her naked."
Dylan and me worked together again. We made her naked.
Kim took a deep breath and relaxed some. "Okay...this is nice," she said. She smiled at me and took my hand and put it on her pussy, and she leaned over to Dylan and kissed him. She and him sorta knew each other, from the pool.
Her pussy was wet, and really warm. It was almost all shaved and was really soft. I played with it with my fingers while she kissed Dylan, and she moaned and spread her leg my way, a little at a time, until it was all the way wide. My mouth was wet, too, and I wanted to lick her pussy, so I slid myself off the seat and I knelt in the foot-space and I put my mouth on her and she said, "Oh fuck!"
Her pussy tasted different. Different than Tracy, and different than Georgia. I liked it and I went at her harder, sort of sucking all of it into my mouth and then licking where her clit is. Dylan had his hand on her tit and then his mouth went there, and she made really loud, really happy noises. We were moving, but it was a busy street and it was slow and Georgia kept hitting the brakes hard and almost getting in accidents because she was watching us in the mirror too much.
"Traffic sucks today," she says, stopping at another red light. "You guys are havin' more fun than I am. And that old guy next to us is havin' fun too."
Kim made a whimpery noise when she saw him, so I'm guessing he was looking right at her. I was too busy licking her pussy to care.
I couldn't see Tracy anymore but I could see Paul. I think she was blowing him. It was weird to think he was Kim's husband.
"Oh...God," Kim says. Her hips were rocking, moving her pussy against my mouth, and she put her hand on the back of my head and I could feel her fingers moving in my hair.
She lifted her widespread leg and put her foot on the seat. Her pussy was all opened up and I could see her asshole, so I licked it and stuck my tongue in it as good as I could. That made her even happier so I did it more, doing both her holes, keeping them all wet.
"Do her tits now, dude," Dylan says. "I wanna eat her."
We switched around but I stayed down where I was and Kim laid down so I could get at her. Dylan had her legs and he lifted them and her ass right up off the seat. She hooked a leg over the seat top and she was spread wide and he went right at her with his mouth. She was loud again, moaning and calling out happy words. Dylan was doin' her right up where people could see.
"That's fuckin' hot you guys," Georgia says, still fighting the traffic. Mom, what are you doin' back there?"
"None of your business," Tracy says from the back, her head still down out of sight, sounding like her mouth was half full of cock.
"You guys better let Frank and Paul fuck me sometime, or I'm not doin' this shit for you no more," Georgia says.
Tracy didn't answer, but she moaned, maybe because she was thinking about it. I wonder if she ever dreamt of a mother/daughter threeway with a guy, or if maybe real mothers aren't into that kinda shit.
After another mile we were up on the loop highway, and Georgia put the windows down so we could all feel the wind.
"Fuck me," Kim says to Dylan, and she paws at my shirt like she wanted me out of my clothes.
Dylan wanted to fuck her bad, I could tell, so he just pushed his pants down a little and went at it. Kim was wild happy, and I stripped off all my clothes while I watched her, and then I straddled her and gave her mouth my cock. I was really hard and she blew me using both hands, playing with my balls and sucking them, going sort of wild on me because Dylan was fucking her real good. The whole big car was rocking from it, and she screamed and Dylan pulled out and he came all over her. The fuckin' guy made a mess. I looked at Tracy blowing Paul, and everything was so fuckin' hot I lost it and came in Kim's mouth, almost choking her. Paul came too, back in the backseat. Tracy ate it all up and swallowed it, the same way Kim did.
I was so fuckin' horny I didn't even get soft. Kim was happy about it and she turned around and I fucked her doggy style while she sucked Dylan hard again. Tracy was facing the back window, with her hands right on the glass, riding Paul. She took her shirt off and flashed the whole world. Everybody behind us could see her, and it was pretty obvious she was fucking. It was pretty obvious I was, too, up on my knees like I was. Plenty of cars pulled up and honked, but I didn't pay no attention, and Kim didn't either. She turned out to be just as wild as Tracy. I guess there's somethin' about swingers, and their kids, too. I wonder how those two little adopted girls will turn out. Maybe they'll grow up to be swingers, too.
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Mondays at work are always a drag. Me and Dylan were back at it, getting our shit together with some coffee at the print table in the basement. We said hi to the janitors and carried our ladders up to the hallway where we were working. That day we rounded a corner to a new section, the 'B' wing, they call it. The old folks were all in their rooms; maybe they're not as able to get around or something, I don't know.
The nurses at the place all push around computers on wheels, and that day there was just two that we saw, but one of them was quieter than we expected and I guess she overheard us talking. We were up on our ladders working, and the pipe rack was up high, so we were only below the ceiling from our waist down and I guess we didn't know she was there a couple of times. We were talking about the weekend and all the sex in the car and stuff and Dylan was telling me about how him and Georgia ended up in her mom's bed with her mom and Frank on Sunday night. The nurse was down under us and I had a big hard-on from what Dylan was telling me and I think maybe she noticed it. She said hi when we climbed down to get another length of pipe. When we get back up into the ceiling Dylan says, "Shit, dude, we better talk quieter. I didn't even fuckin' know she was down there."
A few minutes later Dylan went to the basement to get some pipe fittings we forgot, so I walked down to the end of the hall while I waited and looked out the window. It was nice out there, a long walkway through some lawn and a garden with roses and shit for the old folks to look at in their wheelchairs. The nurse who was quiet was quiet again and she surprised me by being right behind me.
"Nice out today," she says.
"Yeah," I say.
"I heard you guys talking," she says. "I hope you don't mind. You'll probably think I'm...I don't know what you'll think, but...I'd kinda like to come to one of your parties, if you ever invite other people."
"Oh," I say. I sorta didn't know what to say to her.
"I always wanted to get my husband to party like that," she says, "but we're divorced now, so I guess I can do what I want."
"In a car, you mean?" I ask.
She kinda smiled and she shrugged her shoulders. She was pretty, in that way I've slowly realized as I get older, the way that all women are kinda pretty if you see 'em the right way. Probably ten years older than me, with a round ass that stretched her nurse pants tight. I'm pretty sure I had a hard-on, and I think maybe she knew it. It was her smile as much as anything, sorta only halfway there, making me wonder what her big smile would look like. I was wondering what she'd look like naked in the big backseat of Georgia's car, too.
"You think you and your friend would wanna...do something...sometime?" she says.
I could tell it was a big thing for her to say, and her face got sorta pink. I nodded and she smiled that little smile again.
"I'm working twelves all week, six to six," she says. "I take the bus home."
I nodded again, still trying to put everything together in my head.
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"If you don't mind me smellin' like work you could pick me up here."
I looked at her name tag. Karen. It was still the end of rush hour when Dylan and me fucked her, all three of us naked, cruisin' at seventy or so on the loop highway. Georgia was driving, watching us in the mirror.
"You're dancin' with us later, Karen," she says. "You're definitely fuckin' dancin' with us.