Backseat Foreplay at Night, The Driver Didn’t Even Know!

Dinner was so nice.

You didn’t have to go to all that trouble. Wait, I take that back. I love that you did all of that. It was so nice. Seriously, I love being taken care of. And yes, maybe that includes some backseat foreplay at night. I know I put up a front of having all my shit together 100% of the time, but sometimes I need someone else to take care of things. Especially for something pampering. I never do stuff like that for myself. I absolutely do not! My nails do not count. My manicured nails are for everyone else, not me. And having your nails done is not relaxing, by the way.

Don’t even try to pump me full of dessert. I’m stopping now. I shouldn’t have ordered more than one drink. You’ll have to pour me into the backseat of the ride. I’ll be so sleepy on the way home. You’ll have to wake me up for some backseat foreplay at night.

Did you call the car?

Oh my gosh, wait until we get home, freaky! My dress is easy access, but not that easy. You can’t even wait for backseat foreplay at night. I love your hands sliding up the curves of my tits, but someone is bound to see us out here. You’re right, I don’t care. I’m just trying to maintain the facade that I’m a lady in these streets.

I know you’re just trying to see me in my new underwear set I told you about. I knew I should have kept it a surprise for later. You’re all hot and bothered. Too hot and bothered. Now you can’t keep your hands to yourself and are getting all grabby, even before backseat foreplay at night.

Here’s our car. Ready for some backseat foreplay?

That’s good, you were about to tackle me out here. If it weren’t for my seatbelt, you’d be pulling me onto your lap for backseat foreplay at night. But, safety first. I lean my head on your shoulder as the car starts off. I feel you exhale as your hand rests on my thigh.

Your fingers graze familiarly on my skin. Oh my goodness, are you creeping up my stockings? You are such a daredevil tonight. I cannot get over it. Good thing you’re not looking for makeup sex after a jealous fight. I might not have given it to you.

You’re not stopping! I knew you wanted backseat foreplay!

Closer and closer, your fingers are creeping up to the lacey part of my stockings and up towards the crotch of my panties. Babe, you must know we can’t do this in the back of a stranger’s car. Then, my body kicks in. My pussy gets wet when your fingers start to graze the fabric of my thong. Backseat foreplay at night is my favorite. I feel some movement in your lap, but otherwise your body is calm, which keeps me calm. You aren’t afraid of getting caught or of anyone even accusing us of doing anything wrong. We’re two consenting adults, after all. Aren’t we allowed some backseat foreplay at night? Of course we are.

Before I know it, I’m opening my hips a little further for you to slide my panties aside and feel how wet you’ve made me. Your inhale of excitement might have almost given us away. Had we not been driving through a busy construction area, I wonder if our driver would have noticed what was happening: backseat foreplay at night.

Now that we’re home, I hope you finish what you’ve started. You can’t leave a cougar slut like me hanging after a tease session like that.

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