We were driving in her car. It was the dead of winter. Driving back from the camp to my home. This long and winding road was so familiar to both of us. We had made this journey so many times before. I still carried a fondness for the small communities along the way. They were all so quaint and peaceful. Little, tiny, hometowns, where everyone knew everyone.
Little Ms B was right there sound asleep. Using this time to catch up on some rest. After all, this drive would last 8 hours in total. She had already put in a very long day. She seemed so child-like resting there in a semi bundle.
As the winters are mild in this area, snow is a rare event not to be missed by anyone. Just a mile outside of the next town, it began to snow. Not the heavy driving winter type snow. A mild sprinkling of dusty and moist bits. I woke Ms B with what I thought was a kind gentle shake. But, in reality I think I threw her into the door with excitement. She jumped to a startled and upright position. I said to her, "it’s snowing"!
She rubbed her eyes and peered through the glass and witnessed the spectacle. She turned to me and uttered the most out of place statement I'd heard that day. She said to me, "I want to have sex in the snow". She reached over to my thigh and ran her hand up it toward my cock. Clutching it firmly she said, "Now!".
Leaning closer toward me, she moved her hand to my pants button and with a twist, popped it loose. Grasping the now opened clasp, she unzipped my pants and retrieved my throbbing cock. She moved her head toward my dick, stopping just inches from her mouth and said to me, "Hurry up and park".
Somehow women have the unique ability to choose the most dangerous times to perform oral sex on men. Here I am with my cock in Ms B' mouth, driving at highway speeds, on a bridge and its snowing. Talk about tests of concentration.
As we reach the other side of the bridge, (while I’m reaching the other side of the moon) I spot a boat ramp just under the landing of the bridge. Ah ha! Ms B is moaning and slurping louder and more intensely now. I make my way down the side road leading to the ramp and skid to a stop just before turning the car into a boat. Poor Ms B must be having a hard time holding on to her position with all this racecar driving.
With ever pass of her lips my back begins arching further until she has just enough room between me and the steering wheel. Grasping the wheel with one hand and pushing her seat back with the other, I explode into her mouth. My cries of pleasure can surely be heard by the passing traffic above. Her head raises and her lips smack. She says to me, reload and come outside with me.
I exit the car in what seems like a fall instead of a pounce. Flinging the door behind me I see Ms B jerking at her pants tossing them aside like trash. Pulling down her panties without even a second thought. She seats herself on the hood of the car, pushing herself higher with her heals on the bumper. Snow falling all around her. I pull down my already undone pants and approach her. Feeling the bite of the cold air on my balls. Snow tickling my nose. I mount her quickly as she rest her feet on my shoulders. Thrusting my cock into her warm pussy. Its the only warmth I can feel. Watching her cling to the warm hood I envied her for the added warmth. Thrusting into her with a now determined meaning. Determined to fill her pussy with my warmth.
And all stories should end before their time….
Love ya B.
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