Bookstore, Part 2

We reach the car, you smirking and me trying to touch as much of you
as I can while walking. You open my door, since I'm not making any
moves in that direction, and instruct me to get inside.

As I sit down, I can feel the dildo sliding inside me. It's getting
awfully slippery down there. The pressure on the walls of my pussy is
very distracting; I can hardly think of anything besides you touching
me.

You get in and start the car. As you begin to drive, I lean over to
you and put one arm behind your neck, stroking your thigh with the
other hand. You feel so good... I slide my hand up your thigh,
brushing against your package. I can tell you're hard.

Suddenly you slap my hand away. "You need to learn to be more
patient," you say. "Besides, you don't want to make me crash."

I move my hand back to my own lap. Just as I start to brush my fingers
against my crotch, you grab my wrist. Hard. "No touching yourself,
either," you order me. I moan and arrange my hands on my knees, far
away from any of the parts I'd really like to touch. I look over at
you, admiring your chiseled face and sensuous lips, currently fighting
a grin. My gaze slides down, checking out your masculine chest and the
hint of softness at your belly. Lower, now, to the bulge in your
pants. I imagine opening them and pulling down your briefs, allowing
your cock to spring free.

I squirm in my seat, feeling the pressure of the dildo inside me. I
close my eyes and imagine that it's not plastic, but flesh - your hard
cock, warm and unyielding, filling me up and stretching my pussy to
its limits. My legs fall open and I move my hips involuntarily as I
fantasize about being fucked by you. It's so hard to keep from
touching myself, but I obey your instructions.

Soon we pull into the bookstore parking lot. As we walk inside, you
remind me: "Be good. You wouldn't want everyone in the store to know
what a dirty girl you are, would you?" I shake my head, but the motion
of walking is making me very aware of my wet, swollen pussy. I begin
to think that I won't care who sees us, as long as I get to fuck you
soon. The industrial carpeting on the floor is starting to look
awfully comfortable - I wouldn't mind a few rug burns.

We reach the smut section, and you seat yourself on a stepstool to
read. I try to crouch on the floor, but that narrows my pussy so that
the sensation is almost unbearable. I stand up instead, turn my back
on you, and choose a book randomly. I flip through it, trying to read,
but I can't concentrate. I pick another book, which turns out to be a
Kama Sutra full of pictures. That's more my speed, and I slowly turn
the pages, mesmerized by the hot couples doing all the things I want
to do right now.

I move closer to you, so that my ass is just brushing your shoulder.
You don't respond, so I do it a little more while enjoying a
particularly hot picture. I'm suddenly shocked when you clamp your
left arm around my hips and use your right arm to pinch my ass, hard
enough to hurt. "I thought I told you to be good," you whisper,
keeping me pinned until I promise to behave myself.

You release me, but then whisper "come here." I move around to your
side, and you show me the book you're reading. "How does this look?"
you ask. It's very hot, and I say so. Of course, in my current
condition, anything would sound good, but I keep that to myself.

"What do you have?" you ask me, and I show you my book. "Mmm," you
say, flipping through a few pages. "I think we're all set. Ready to
go?" I bite my lip and nod enthusiastically.

You put your arm around me, steering me to the front of the store. One
finger slyly brushes the underside of my breast, and I melt against
you. I try to maintain decorum as you pay for our books, but I'm
pretty sure everyone in the store can see the hungry way I'm looking
at you.

As soon as we get into the car, I pounce on you. I pin your shoulders
back against the seat and kiss you greedily. "I want you. Right now!"
I insist, fumbling with your fly.

You push me away and start the car. "We're going home," you inform me.
I must look awfully disappointed. "But I will allow you to get started
now," you say, pulling your penis out from your briefs. I reach for it
immediately, stroking up and down the shaft, twirling my finger around
the head, and rubbing the pre-come up and down that really sensitive
spot.

Now it's your turn to moan and squirm. I bend down and lick the tip. I
can tell you're about to tell me not to do that, so I suddenly take
the whole shaft into my mouth. You moan and move your hips, making
sure that I have free access.

Luckily it's a short drive home, because I don't think we could make
it much longer. You slam the car into Park and we both rush inside. As
soon as we get inside the door, we start ripping each other's clothes
off. I try to remove my panties, but you make me keep them on.
"Wouldn't want your dildo to come out yet!"

I start to get down on my knees to continue sucking your cock, but you
pick me up and carry me into the bedroom. You lie on your back and
pull me on top of you in the 69 position. I'm happy with this, and
immediately go back to licking and sucking your cock. I can taste the
pre-come.

You slip my panties to the side and lick my clit. I almost fall over,
but you hold me up. You push on the base of the dildo, making it move
inside me. I moan with your cock in my mouth, and that makes you moan
too. Pretty soon, you push me back onto the bed and kneel in front of
me. You rip off my panties and grab the dildo. Just to tease me, you
give it a few last thrusts before sliding it out of me.

Suddenly I feel empty and bereft. I clutch at you, begging you to fuck
me. Instead, you casually rub my clit with your thumb while stroking
your own cock. I lie there whimpering with helpless desire, thrusting
my hips and twisting my hands in the sheets. "Please, honey, please, I
need you inside me," I beg. You give your cock a few more strokes -
just to make me wait - then enter me all at once.

I scream with pleasure. The fake cock kept me horny all evening, but
the real one feels so much better. I love having you inside me, and I
babble incoherent endearments as I clutch at your back and shoulders.
Oh god, it feels so good. I don't think I can wait very long to come.

The pleasure overtakes me, and I abandon myself to it. I'm dimly aware
that my head is buzzing and I can barely feel my fingers, but all I
care about is the feeling of your body slamming into mine. I dig my
fingers into your back as my orgasm starts to build. Suddenly you
start fucking me even harder, grunting with effort and desire. We
explode at the same time, our cries mixing in the quiet evening air.
You collapse on top of me, and I'm the happiest girl on earth.