Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Why Crash When There's So Much To Say?

Who doesn't love sex in cars? That was the topic of the latest anonymous contest on Alison Tyler's blog. Once again I entered the contest, this time coming in second with my story, Designated Driver. I thought it was an okay story, what do you think?

*Designated Driver*

I sat watching him fumble with the keys, trying in vain to start the car. All he had managed to do was scratch the starter. Finally, he gave up.

"Here, you’ll have to drive."
"What makes you think I can?"

He looked at me, annoyed.

"You’re not as drunk as me."
"But, I’m still drunk."

He sighed and threw the keys into the back seat.

"Well, I guess we’ll have to kill some time before we go home."

I smiled as he pushed his seat all the way back. My less than nimble fingers had no trouble getting his zipper down. Giving a look around, I dropped my head and took him into my mouth. He got hard almost immediately.

I pushed him deep into my throat and he squirmed in the leather seat. Wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, I slurped louder than I meant to in the quiet car. He giggled. Soon, his clumsy fingers were groping my nipples through my shirt.

He groaned as I sat up, but smiled as I slid my panties out from under my skirt. Trying to straddle him, I managed to hit my head on the roof. He reached up, rubbing my scalp as he slid inside me. He rocked me forward with his hips, pressing a finger against my clit.

"I have to tell you something."
"I’m not that drunk. I just wanted to fuck you."

He grinned up at me. I sank down on his cock with a sigh.

"I"m not drunk either."

*The picture is my prize from Alison's first contest. Isn't it great? Thank you Naked Chicks on Post-It Notes.


Neve Black said...

I loved your story, Heidi. :-)

EllaRegina said...

I thought this story was very clever and funny!