She was happy, she was relaxed – the way she always was with me. Whatever she was doing to me, I was doing the same for her. That was comforting at least.
I smiled down at her. “No, not yet. It’s a surprise.”
“Hmm, I do love surprises.” Her left hand left my arm and slid onto my thigh.
I cleared my throat, but my voice still came out croaky. “Yeah, how much?”
“This much.” Her hand rubbed me over my pants. And my pants tightened.
Now, this reaction to her I understood.
My hands tightened on the wheel when she was no longer on the outside of my clothing. “You’re going to cause us to crash if you keep this up.”
We weren’t sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic this time. We were going 80 down an open freeway with a dozen other cars.
“Are you saying you want me to stop?”
“Hell, no!” I half shouted.
She giggled and gripped me tighter before shifting her position, replacing her hand with something much better. And cleaner. Less mess this way.
I moved my right hand off the steering wheel and slid it down the back of her slacks. Well, I tried to at any rate, they were a bit tight. Until they suddenly loosened. Fiona had unbuttoned them for me and was kind enough to push them down to her knees. Her pants weren’t the only things to go down either. Her perfect butt was bare and smooth as I grabbed it with my hand. And then smacked it.
I hissed as she went harder on me. I smacked her a few more times before moving my hand under her, towards the front. She couldn’t move her legs far apart, but I was able to lean over just enough to reach what I wanted. I ended up having to release her when I got close to the edge. I gripped her hair, keeping her head in place as I lifted and shoved into her, Like the good little girl she was, she took every last drop.
Fiona fell onto my lap a minute later, her breathing heavy, a smile on her face. I made a loop in the air with my finger, and she rolled over onto her back. Her shirt was already open for me as well. While I drove, I kept one eye on her and one eye on the road, as my hand played with the various parts she was leaving open for me. It was only fair since she hadn’t exactly covered me back up either.
It was a good thing there weren’t as many cars on this part of the highway. My driving wasn’t as straight and even as it normally would have been at these speeds.
I wasn’t surprised in the least bit when Fiona fell asleep. My girl was usually pretty tired by Friday. I let her sleep, and even did up most of the buttons on her shirt. I meant to do all of them, but I really didn’t want to close the curtains on the best view in the world.
We only got stuck behind one accident, which nearly doubled our travel time, but it gave her plenty of time to rest. It also gave me an opportunity to carefully lean over and move her pants back up. She lifted her waist enough to allow me to do so. I worried she would wake up completely, but she sank back deeper once that was done.
I woke Fiona when we pulled up to a small beach house in Ventura.
“Where are we?” She mumbled sleepily, sitting up. Her eyes widened in surprise when she stepped out of the car. “Is that the beach? Which beach?”
I chuckled. “Ventura. I rented us a beach house for the weekend. I thought, this far away from the city, we can explore the shops, hang out on the beach, do actual things outside of the apartments.”
