Creampie Eating
This creampie eating began to change a little one night on a
long drive home. She was sleeping (I think) with her
head on my lap, and I was passing the time stroking
her wonderful body casually, when my hand slip down
as far as her ass, which I could feel perfectly
through her (oh my god) silk skirt. Now the feeling of
her skirt, so thin, sliding over her mostly bare skin
underneath, was intoxicating, hypnotizing. It increased every
sensation, enhanced the tantalizing textures of her skin,
telegraphed the heat of her. I found myself exploring her,
feeling those wickedly dangerous curves of her cheeks,
curving temptingly down into greater softness and teasing
warmth. My fingers couldn't resist, and the circles and
strokes moved closer and slower, lower and more
tantalizing, down the slope towards her pussy waiting for the creampie eating, pressed and
framed between her legs, covered only in black lace. I
realized after a while, that in stroking and playing with
her, teasing myself with "almost" touching her where
I most wanted to touch her, her skirt had ridden
up, and as my hand dipped down between her legs
again, my fingers slid from silk to her skin. The shock
of the pleasure and increased tantalizing from the
discovery she was uncovered, was followed almost
immediately by the realization that we weren't alone. A semi
was parked in the lane next to us, and with his
position, and the bright glare of the stret lights, he
could see perfectly that creampie eating show. My heart jumped in my chest, my
pulse felt like it was fluttering racing and pounding
all at once. It seemed so loud I felt nervous she
would hear it and wake up. I froze in my position,
unable to move.Then, I felt a feeling come over me, that
rose up from my fingers, perched over the slope of a
delicious downhill glide, and from deep inside me. I felt
like I moved from reality, into creampie eating fantasy, with the
creampie eating fantasy aided by all my sensations.
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