Cousins Drive Hard

At 2 am I pulled up outside Laura's house, as arranged. She walked out in a trench coat, as arranged. She got in and smiled, without speaking, as arranged. She smiled and I smiled back but we didn't touch, as arranged. I drove. In silence, we drove out of town, the windows closed so the smell of each other would fill the car. I drove the limit. She watched the streetlights pass by and I snuck glances at her legs, which she had let slide into view, almost by accident, when she'd got into the car. God, they were perfect legs. Athletic, firm, strong and slender, her endless hours in the gym had shaped them into the most intoxicating sight. But I focused on the road. One of us would break first, as arranged, and I was determined to not let it be me.

Of course, I had to drive, so she had the advantage of free hands. But I had come prepared. I knew she'd do everything in her power to win. I hoped she would. Just the smell of her, the warm taste of her perfume and the natural scent of her skin on the air was enough to arouse me. I leaned forward the turned up the heater, before smiling to her as I reached over and pressed the button on my door that locked the doors and windows. In the intent silence confined in the car the sound of the locks latching shut was definitive. We'd only been driving for a few minutes and Laura hadn't broken her composure. But I'd worn light clothes, having planed head of time to turn up the heater. After another ten minutes she undid the belt on her coat. The buttons hadn't been closed, the belt alone having held everything shut. At first holding both halves of the garment high, so that I couldn't see what lay beneath, Laura wafted her coat open before letting it drop from her hands.

The coat fell loose on her frame. The two halves overlapped a little at her mid-drift, but one leg was completely exposed up to her hip. At a glance I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. I didn't let on that I was getting hard. Before I'd collected Laura I'd adjusted myself in such a way that I wouldn't need to shift in my seat once I was turned on. Just as well too, because the heat in the car and the billowing fragrances of Laura's own scent and her perfume had gone straight to my head. My cock wanted me to stop the car but I knew that it would be tempted and I had prepared. I leaned forward and took a hard boiled candy from the centre console. I peeled it from its wrapper and just as I was about to put it in my mouth Laura held her hand out, palm up.

As I placed the candy in her hand, without ever looking at towards me, Laura opened her legs and placed her left foot on the dashboard. I had to force myself not to stare. Her tightly trimmed pussy was in plain sight as she slipped the candy between its lips and rubbed it up and down her clit, then popped it inside and back out up and over her bean. Her moans were soft, but I could smell her juices. In less than a minute, without looking at me, Laura extended her hand and placed the wet treat into my mouth. The richness of her juices and the sweetness of the sugary candy mixed in my mouth as I sucked on it, not wanting to swallow the delicious nectar, I savoured the moment as my mouth watered and filled. While she slid her wet fingers back inside herself and started to slowly play her thumb across her clit beside me I didn't watch, but instead I calmly indicated and turned off the motorway onto a back road.

The unlit single lane was well paved, but desolate. I put my foot down. The jolt of the car slid her fingers deeper and hefted a small groan from her. With her foot still on the dash she tensed, so I came off the gas and then pumped it again. Again her fingers shot deeper into her for an instant before I came off the gas and then pumped it again. Laura smiled at me and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, dipped her chin and raised her shoulders up in anticipation. I looked ahead and gripped the wheel tight and pumped the gas harder than before, then stepped off the pedal altogether. Then another pump. And one more pump. Each a little stronger and a little longer, until, at last she started to moan.

"Oh, Nate, what the fuck!? I'm gonna cum already. We should've done this years ago."

I didn't speak. I watched. We weren't moving very fast, so I could afford to linger on the view. Her coat had fallen completely open, her full nakedness was on show. Her right arm extended straight down her body to her open legs, her palm flat on top of her mound, her middle and ring finger buried stiff, but with still enough flex in her hand and arm to allow the movement of the car to run her fingers in and out of her as I revved. She was a sight to behold. Her skin beginning to glow, not dampen to a shine, but glimmer with the pleasure. After just another minute or two she started to squirm. Her other leg went up on the dash. I lengthened my strokes on the gas. She bucked. Taking control she darted her hand in and out. She arched her back. And I came off the gas completely right as she was about to cum. She groaned the loudest, frustrated whimper and immediately began feverishly flick the pads of her fingers hard against her clit, then dipped them back in and out, and back up to her clit then back in until right as she did came I revved another hard burst.

"You bastard don't stop!"

I dared to chuckle a little, imperceptible chuckle. Two more quick strokes and she was bucking again, squirming. Smiling a filthy, broad and shameless smile, she brought her free hand to the ceiling above her and locked it at the elbow, lifted her hips to grind them into her fingers as her fingers forced themselves down into her heat with all the strength she could manage. As she inched towards peaking I increased the frequency of my revs until she was about to burst and as she tipped over the brink I gunned the engine like the law was on me and I had a trunk full of hot guns. The noise of the screaming machine tore the night in two. Where seconds before there were gentle, fun groans of delight, now there was so much noise and momentum pinning us to our seats that I couldn't even hear Laura's screams.

I stole a look before honing back in on the road ahead as it sped towards us fast and faster. Shifting gears afforded just enough of a dim in the volume of noise that for a second I could hear Laura scream my name. The power of the engine, the power of making her cum so hard without ever have touched her, the taste of the musky candy still in my mouth and the adrenaline of the road racing towards me all flooded into my cock and made it so hard that I had to adjust myself after all. Another look to my side and I saw her, both feet on the dash, her ass off the seat, both hands locked against her pussy, her shoulders and feet the only points of her whole body making contact with the car, the dim night racing past her in the window just beyond, that indelible sight burned into my memory instantly.

After a mile I slowed, bringing her down gently, until she dropped back into her seat and gingerly sat back up. Steadying the pace, I met the speed limit. Laura shuddered as she pulled her fingers from between her legs and ran them across her lips, licking the tips of them. Crossing her legs and flipping her coat back over her body, she didn't look at me. She didn't speak. She didn't make a sound. She just sat there, staring forward. In the corner of my eye I saw a smirk, but I didn't look over. I played along. I wasn't going to let her win. After all, I'd taken round one. It was on her now to take it up a notch. I drove. We sat in silence and I drove. The back road ran on another few miles but I turned off it onto a main road and maintained the limit.

"Nate, undo your pants."

I didn't speak. I just hit the cruise control and one-handed my pants open. Laura shimmied out of her coat and pushed it into the foot well. Entirely exposed, she reached across me and held down the switches that fully lowered both front windows. The car instantly filled with hard wind and harder noise and the bitter cold air of high speed. It was a shock to the system that changed the mood in a flash from one of hot headiness to a raw realness which brought all my senses up to twelve. Focusing on driving, suddenly more awake than before Laura had got into the car, I didn't notice her take my cock out in the process and start to suck me off.

The two sensations, the freezing, deafening hurricane of sound and wind around me and the hot liquid joy of her mouth slithering around my cock head in lustful hunger, both vied for supremacy in my mind, all while I had to focus on not crashing the car. I disengaged the cruise control to hone my attention and the engine revved down. As it did Laura slowed her efforts, so I revved the engine and sped us up and so did she increase her efforts. I decided to play. With both hands on the wheel and my hips tilted forward and up to facilitate my lover's access, I revved a hard burst and Laura's mouth took me deeper than she'd been able to take me from the angle she was at. Surprised, she released me and gasped, then giggled and laid herself limp in my lap, my cock in her mouth but her body moving only with the motion of the car.

I revved hard again and her head rolled back onto me. I eased off and she rolled forward, almost fully releasing me from her mouth. I revved again, and again she came back down on me. I started to not notice the cold. All I consciously felt was her mouth. I didn't even feel the wheel in my hand or my sound of the night screaming in through the open windows. I revved again. And again. And again, in quick succession, to make sure she was able. Then I went for it. I dropped a gear and gunned the gas again, for three seconds. Then off for one second. Then on for two. Then off for two. On for one, Off for one. On. Off. On, off. On off. On. On. ON. Off, ON. Off, ON. Off, off, ON. OOONNN. OOOONNNN!!!! OOOOOONNNNNN!!!!!! OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!! She chocked as my cum filled her mouth but she never broke contact. The raging air pummelling my face and body, that same storm that was making her skin and nipples so tight, it fell fully silent. Everything went still as the mouth of the woman I loved and lusted after sucked for all it was worth on the pulsing meat of my cock while I emptied my balls into her. As I started to come down I laid a hand on her face and stroked her hair aside. Resting my palm on her face I nuzzled the side of my thumb against her cheekbone and smiled without looking down. I didn't push her head down, I just caressed her cheek, blissful and serene in myself for being in the perfect moment with the perfect woman. She rested there for a moment and composed herself as I returned to myself and the blasting loudness of the open windows.

Sitting back up and sliding back into her seat, again Laura remained silent. I closed the windows and pumped the heater up to maximum but she didn't cover herself. As confident and casual as is she was fully dressed, Laura clipped her seatbelt on and ignored me as if I wasn't even in there. I played along, happily. The score was one all. Either of us could take the lead, and I knew that she wasn't about to give up easy, so I drove. Knowing the area well I detoured down a dirt track without warning and flipped the high beams on as dust and grit rattled around and over the car around us. Still in silence I enjoyed the sight of her tits heaving as the car rumbled along the worn road. I slowed down to make the most of the dips and mounds of the trail and soon we were both bouncing so much that if we hadn't been wearing out belts we'd have come out of our seats.

Reaching my hand over to Laura, I slid it from her knee to her thigh and down under her ass until I had my middle and ring fingers in her pussy. She'd had to move closer to me by a few inches, but in seconds my hand was wedged under her as the road knocked and jumped and rattled her on top of my strong, thick digits. Grabbing the handle over the window for balance, Laura tried to grind herself down on my hand but quickly gave up and let the rocking car do the work. I watched the road and kept a steady, medium pace as she reached over and pulled my cock back out from my pants.

Holding her hand around my shaft, not tight or loose, but enough that the bouncing made her wank me off just as it made my finger fuck her, Laura giggled again. Together we took every bump the road had to offer in unison. The banging of grit and dust on the frame and windows around us, a sound that's usually a concern, was made into a chorus that matched our growing pleasure. I looked for embankments and potholes and hit them with abandon, not caring for the car, accepting that I'd just have whatever damage repaired in order to stay in the moment. The heat in my gut rose as the gushing pour of Laura's arousal saturated my hand and the seat.

We'd driven from the town and halfway out of the county when I saw an open gate at a bend in the road and decided that enough was enough. I swung the wheel and hopped the car off the track and into a field. Then I floor it again, instantly sending the entire car and both of us inside it into convulsive vibrations that shook our bones, let alone her pussy and my cock. I knew the field from having driven past it many times. It was huge by any standards, so I floored the gas and then swung the wheel again, sending Laura away from me, against the door, lifting her ass up off the seat. She held onto my cock for balance, pulling it hard, which hurt, but only for a moment until I swung the wheel back the opposite direction and rooted her back down on my hand. It was so loud in the car that I barely heard her groans, and I'm sure she didn't hear me shout in painful pleasure as she pushed down on my meat that she crushed my balls in the process. Again and again I swerved from side to side, swaying our bodies and our grips on one another. Each time I swerved a little tighter, and faster, to bring us to the boil. And as the I neared the far end of the field I took a long left, driving her down into my hand and forcing her hand down on me, continuously adding more and more pressure to the only points of contact between us. The blood in my head drained as it swarmed down into my cock and even though the turn was slow the unrelenting growth of pressure was soon too much to take.

"NOW!" was all she could muster.

I slammed on the breaks, pulled the leaver under my seat and dropped the back of it so that I was lying down almost flat. Laura spun around, snapped off her belt, jumped over and onto me and speared herself on me. Her palms flat on my stomach, her hips throwing her pussy forward and back in a thrashing fury of need, the smell of sex dripping down the inside of the windows, we didn't fuck for even thirty seconds before we were convulsing in a shared orgasm of angry power. It was like the first time, and all the times since, all in one and more forceful a reckoning than any experience before. It only took seconds to come, but the tremors and bucking shudders lasted at least five minutes. Each time I thought I was done she would breathe and the movement of her body, even just to take a breath, was enough to threaten to tip me over the edge again, so sensitive was my body. She was no better off. If I'd as much as grazed off of her clit she would have cum so hard again that I think it might actually have sent her into some sort of sex induced coma. But we managed. We rearranged ourselves, without speaking, as arranged, and I started to drive her home.

The roads were still empty and sunrise was hours away. It was that perfect hour when it's neither today nor tomorrow, but an in between that we had all to ourselves. We laughed as the dirt track dustily rattled and hopped us in our seats, then we opened the windows when we got back to the main road. The coldest cool of night had passed, or at least it seemed that it had, perhaps we were just so heated up that we didn't notice. As we drove Laura took her coat from floor and produced a joint and a lighter and sitting there naked as the night flew by around us, she lit it. There, together, we smoked and giggled and stroked one another's arms and hands until we found ourselves again outside of house.

I didn't speak, as arranged. Laura didn't speak, as arranged. Instead she dressed in her coat, in her seat, opened the door, turned to get out, then turned back and went to speak, only to stop herself, as arranged. We lingered on each others' smiles a moment and then she skipped up her garden path. I watched her go inside and close the door behind her before slowly pulling away so as not to wake anyone in the sleeping houses around me.

I already couldn't wait for next time.