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True, After Orca Watching

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True, After Orca Watching by HWe set out from my place to go watch the Orcas. They were staying in one area of the Puget Sound for weeks on end feasting on salmon and it was pretty easy to see them from shore. It was a nice late spring day and it was unusually warm. Beth and I had just began seeing each other so I figured it would be a fun day to take a nice drive, have a picnic, and see some killer whales. I picked her up at her apartment and she looked stunning as usual. Her top was a light tank top that buttoned up the front. She wore a short light skirt that moved when she walked and highlighted her legs. Her shoes were these strappy sandles with a bit of a heel, but not so much that walking through the grass to the picnic area would be difficult.Instead of taking the ferry, we drove for a couple hours from my place south of Seattle to where the whales seemed to be most active. We talked about how nice the weather turned out, and how the warm weather made us horny. We joked about having her get on my lap on the picnic blanket, but too many people were around. We had a nice spot on a hill overlooking the water and had our picnic. We'd look through the binoculars to see occasional fins but nothing really close up. We'd talk, eat, play, wrestle and make out until another family with young kids would wander by. She whispered that she couldn't wait to get me home. That's enough for me…it was a nice day for a drive, and she wanted me at home, so we quickly finished our picnic and headed back to the car. On the drive back, the windows were open and Beth leaned her seat back to soak up the sun streaming in her side of the car. She unbuttoned her top a couple more buttons, removed her shoes and put her right foot out the open window near the mirror. The gentle breezes that floated in fluffed the hem of her skirt. Over time, the wind and the angle of her leg at the window made her hem slide further and further up her thighs. It was difficult to concentrate on the road as she kept mentioning how unseasonably hot it was and wriggling in her seat. Finally I got the view I was looking for- the wind gust had moved her skirt so that I could see that she was wearing her white sheer thong. While I was turned on, it was nothing like what else was going to happen. She began rubbing her hands over her body, every few minutes unbuttoning another button on her top. The flowing fabric of her skirt had floated up when she sat down, so that her bottom was on the car seat and the skirt was bunched up behind her. Lucky for me because that meant that she could hike up her skirt hem all the way to show me her tiny sheer panties. Her fingers began tracing along the outside of these panties. I could see through the fabric that she had trimmed herself even shorter than usual recently. Her clit was becoming puffy and swollen as she'd draw her fingers gently along her aroused button. Soon she slipped a couple fingers underneath the band of her panties. I watched through the sheer fabric as her fingers pulled, rubbed and worked her pussy. Her panties got progressively more and more soaked, and her breathing became more and more shallow. She knew I loved to watch her get off and she knew I loved to watch others watch her get off. As I zoomed along in the left lane, occasionally I'd slow down to drive alongside a car for a moment or two if I knew the driver would look. One nice looking woman in their mid thirties realized what was going on and tried to keep up without waking her husband who was in the passenger seat zonked out beside her. She had a huge grin underneath her dark shades until she left the highway at her exit.Beth's long creamy legs were quite visible to any cars pulling along side us. It was the truckers, SUVs and higher rigs that had their lucky day. I slowed so that I wouldn't zoom by topless jeep filled with four college age guys. Their shirts were off, and they thought they were hot. Once alongside, the driver noticed us, and within a second all four guys were hooting, cheering, and yelling while Beth shot them a little smile and kept working away. They obviously appeared to love the show. Now both her bare feet were on the dash, and the guys were able to see her fingers slowly working her clit with one hand while her other toyed with her nipples and rubbed up and down the length of her body. She took a wet finger, slid it up her flat belly between her breasts to her own lips for a taste. I thought that the Jeep was going to crash. by now she was very hot. Her left hand pulled the sheer fabric to the side so her right hand could get at her little treat. She slowly, deeply slid her long middle finger all the way inside herself. I had to concentrate on the road, but I looked at her the whole time that long long member slid inside her. She removed her glistening finger and leaned over to rub it on my lips. Aaahhh, the fragrance. She slid in between my lips and I enthusiastically sucked the delicious juices off that tender popsicle of a finger. Not concentrating, I had long since left the Jeep in the dust and was doing ninety along this stretch of carless highway.That was enough. I had to pull over. Waiting for an exit was pure torture. Although the beautifully sunny drive on a country backroad is always a treat, I wasn't thinking about the scenery today. Eventually, the exit to an unnamed road appeared.I drove down the sloping ramp to the intersection below. I took a few roads that led us to a secluded spot surrounded on three sides by a little grove of birch and by the berm of the freeway on the fourth side. As soon as we parked, she had propped up her seat, and lurched for me. As her tongue was licking my lips, her hands were furiously pulling at my belt . Soon my shorts were open and her warm mouth was around my cock. Her lips tugged at my flesh and she moaned with abandon. She lifted her lips to whisper in my ear that her display had turned her on so much that she wanted to have me right then, right there. So to the back seat we went. As she began to crawl between the front seats her hands were on the back seat, her torso was in the air, and her legs and hips hadn't yet made it through. I grabbed her hips to keep her from going further and slid her skirt up her tight ass. She stopped crawling for a moment- enough time to take a few long licks of her delicious pussy. She turned her head back toward me and pleaded, "Mark, don't torment me so. Give me what I want." With that, I kind of kneeled, and kind of stood with my feet like hers on both front seats. Her long, bare legs had a slight glisten of sweat as I pressed my engorged cock against her tightly puckered asshole. This wasn't my destination but it was nice to hear a tiny "mmmm" of anticipation from her. I slowly let my cock slide down her crack until I could feel the moist heat of her tender lips against me. She arched her back and pushed back, quickly taking my cock into her awaiting body. With that, we were hooked. No sex, no making love, just fucking. She pumped herself back and forth on my cock as I rammed myself deep in her. She held herself up on the back seat with her left hand as her right hand tweaked and pulled at her nipples through her open shirt. She moaned and whimpered as I thrust into my sweety's fiery pussy. She bucked and grunted, effectively on her ands and knees between the front and back seats of my poor Honda. "Mark, god, you are so deep in me," she said as our bodies dripped our musty sweat. "I can feel your meat… swelling up. … It's like I can feel you deep in my tummy. … Please Mark, fill me with your cum. … When we're done… I want to taste your cream… that dribbles out of me... and that runs down my thighs…" and with that I pumped her so full of my juice. She squealed that little squeal she does and came again clenching my stiffness with her muscles, contracting and milking me dry.She had cum and cum, then cum again. We began to laugh because we had heard the cracking sound of plastic from inside the seat, knowing that our vigorous pounding was breaking my car. As we rested, sometimes we'd hear honking, sometimes dogs barking, but mostly the hot, hard panting sounds of our bodies so turned on. Finally, we regained some composure and began the rest of our drive home. As we pulled back onto the freeway, we realized that the "protected" spot where we parked, was in full view of the freeway. Any drivers that glanced down the embankment would have seen her on her hands and knees, wedged between the front and back seats taking me deep. We had a good laugh about this all the way back home.