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I’m (28F) dog sitting this evening on the other side of town. My boyfriend (33M) decided to join me so we could have some quality time together. After weeks of being aside due to my frequent trips, we were craving each other’s touch. It had been two weeks since we last had sex, but I had pleasured him twice in the meantime. Originally, he planned to spend the night, but he was still recovering from a recent illness. So, after a quick date, we sadly set off to take him home. Thankfully, he offered me his car since mine was in the shop.
As we made our way across town, the sadness hung heavy over us. But he was desperate to make me feel better, so he boldly asked if he could play with my clit during the drive back. Knowing how much I enjoy the pleasure, I immediately said yes. Lately, I’ve been feeling exceptionally sexual – a combination of not eating enough, too much caffeine, extensive traveling, and an unusually prolonged period without being intimately connected. I had spent the previous lonely Friday dog sitting, reading tantalizing Reddit erotica, and deliberately leaving myself unsatisfied, eagerly saving everything for him. My clit throbbed relentlessly, begging for his touch.
He reached over to me. Tonight, I wore black leggings and a matching black crop top. His hand pressed against my slightly exposed midriff, sliding beneath the waistband of my leggings. Anticipating a night of passion, I had shaved everything, making my skin delightfully soft. Two weeks had passed since my last shave, and the extra time had provided the perfect opportunity for my skin to regain its smoothness. Although we knew tonight wasn’t gonna end with sex, I was grateful that he could still feel the intoxicating softness of my body.
His fingers expertly found their way between my pussy lips, and he teasingly flicked them softly up, stimulating my clit, causing me to gasp with pleasure. The electric sensation coursed through me from our first contact. He spitted his hand and used the lubricant to coat my clit, his gentle motions caressing my sensitivity.
Concerned about my ability to drive while experiencing such intense pleasure, he asked if I could handle it. I couldn’t blame him for his worry – I was already moaning, my mouth slightly open, my arms extended and almost pushing against the steering wheel. I shifted myself back into the seat, attempting to escape the overwhelming pressure he was applying to my clit. Yet, he persisted, knowing I enjoyed the deliberate slowness. With each twitch of his fingers, he allowed my clit to swell, prolonging the pleasure. He pushed down further, sliding a finger into my warm, wet cunt. Surprisingly, it slightly ached, as though his finger was too large for me. Of course, it wasn’t true – I’ve had his thick eight-inch cock inside me countless times, relishing the sensation of being deeply penetrated. Perhaps it was just the angle, but he withdrew his finger and returned to softly rubbing my clit.
Words fail to describe the incredible sensation that consumed me. Pleasure surged through my body as he rhythmically pleasured me with his hand nestled between my pussy lips. I couldn’t help but wonder if the cars driving alongside us could sense my ecstasy – my glassy expression, the audible gasps escaping my lips. The twenty-minute drive was a symphony of moans, triggered by every bump and flickering yellow light. He brought me so close to climax, that if he had taken me right then and there, I am certain I would have shuddered in an explosive orgasm around his throbbing cock. Instead, he kissed me in the driveway, giving my clit a few more tantalizing moments of his warm, wet, slow massage. I whimpered as he reluctantly pulled away, his fingers glistening with my desire.
He disappeared inside, leaving me with a twenty-minute drive back and an insatiable, yearning clit. Without hesitation, I plunged my hand down the front of my leggings, rediscovering the intense pleasure. The heat radiating from within me was undeniable – my swollen flesh, overheated and slippery. Every inch of my body craved the weight of his cock filling me, but instead, I was left dripping and clenching in empty anticipation. The irony of the situation ignited a newfound excitement within me. Now, here I am, back at the place, unable to withstand the urge to touch myself, yearning for his presence. I desire him to arrive in the middle of the night, awakening me with a passionate fuck, one hand muffling my moans and the other confidently grasping my throat.
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