I can’t read your mind you know. It’s not my fault that you wanted to fool around and dare not speak on it. I know that you or we wanted to freak each other out yesterday, but that was yesterday and I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way today, especially knowing how you can change your mood at the blink of an eye. I was afraid to approach the subject for fear of rejection. Maybe if you would have given me a small hint, something, anything to let me know that you were still as horny as you were the night before, everything would have certainly been different. Earlier that afternoon…….
I was in total fantasy mode through most of that ride, so much so that I could feel the juices from my pussy filling up and flowing around my clit. It felt that way ‘cause the night before I gave it such a beautiful low, low trim that now it could feel just about anything that passes over it, even the wind. As I sat there enjoying the ride, with my arms crossed over, behind my head in a reclined sort of position, I felt the need to take my panties off and to pull my dress up just a little bit. I wanted to feel the cool breeze, reaching my bare wet clit, between my legs. The sensation was so stimulating and arousing that I was tempted to masturbate right where I sat.
As you drove in silence, I glanced over in your direction hoping you could read my mind. My thoughts were running wild with imagination, as I formed this image of your hand touching my leg. Each time you’d change gears with that big, strong, but gentle hand, I instead, would feel your hand reaching, reaching over to touch me; spreading my legs slightly, sending vibrating shivers right up towards my wet pussy.
I pictured myself becoming aggressive, and as you reached over to shift gears again, I forcefully took your hand off the gear and slapped it on my thigh, still silent; I gave you that look, that look that says, “you know what to do”. As you began to rub the inside of my leg slowly, up and down, squeezing the thigh I wanted more. In that moment I closed my eyes with satisfaction, as I feel you reaching higher I opened my eyes only to let you know, “ yes this feels good, Please don’t stop”.
I was feeling horny and I wanted to do you soooooooooo many times today, especially when you pulled over at the look out point. As I sneaked a peak in your direction, I could not read you; fear that if I said something I’d scare you off with my wild freaky thoughts… my silence remained while my fantasies grew louder and stronger, causing this tightness in my gut where I let out a slight groan of pleasure/pain. Sick yes, insane no. As we sat there, overlooking the scenery, observing how the hawks glided through the sky in such a peaceful manner, my thoughts began to run wild as I imagined what it would feel like if I seduced you right here and now…
I pictured you leaned up against that picnic table, moderately shaded, somewhat secluded, none-the-less out in the open, with your big hard dick, erected, sticking out from your pants and me leaned up against you with my dress up slightly enough that my ass is barely showing. As you grab both cheeks, pumping me in and out, slow and deep “mmmmmmmmm, I moaned”.
While in the mist of this highly steamy fantasy, I noticed from the corner of my eye when a car pulled up a couple of feet away from us. What a rush, I thought to myself. Just the thought of maybe someone watching…. not so much getting caught but just knowing that someone will get a thrill watching us, made me even hornier. I saw from a distance when he pulled up. He stepped out of his car to view the scenery but I felt him glancing in our direction. A small part of us wanted to stop, but the feeling was too great, we just couldn’t, so instead we began to tongue kiss and nibble on each other’s lips. This man was dressed in black, looking sort of I don’t know, continuing to stare in our direction, with curiosity, as to say “ are you guys doing what I think you’re doing?”
I know that he wanted to watch, but he wanted to do it in a cunning way, thereby getting back into his car, adjusting his rear view mirror only to get a better look. Well to his surprise he was about to see more than he anticipated and probably enjoy every moment of it.
We proceeded as if he weren’t there. As I felt the friction from your dick, stimulating, rubbing against my G-spot, in and out, fast and deep, rough and “ahhhhh” hard, I pressed up against you even harder, so not to lose that feeling of what’s about to happen. Silence no more.
Again we moaned, this time because the thrill is so very intense and exciting, with such desire, lust, and passion that we could not hold back or would not until we came together, exploding our juices into one another, connecting on a deeper level once again and as we looked into each others eyes we just smiled and drove off in silence.
Fantasies are thoughts of wanting and doing something taboo. They are impulsive and down right spontaneous, giving that which we are fantasizing no thought what-so-ever and acting on it in the moment, in the moment when the thoughts arise, without thinking, just doing and flowing with it. Thinking is not allowed, just doing ‘cause thinking means having to choose, acting is just doing