The Ride Home Part 1

“We are 5 minutes away, Claire. Are you ok and what are you wearing”, Lisa asked, “I cannot wait to see you, your cute little smile, I am going to kiss you and then get my fingers in you delightful little cunt”. I squirmed with excitement. I had been away for 6 weeks and hadn’t seen Lisa and Tom for longer. I was wearing pumps, tight jeans, a vest and a cardigan. It was quite warm, for a September evening in the UK. Manchester.

Their car appeared in the drop off area. Tom got out, gave me a quick hug, helped me with my bags and said, “I suggest you get in the back. She is waiting”. I obliged, opened the door and slid in. Lisa was there. She just grabbed me, pulled me close and kissed my face, my mouth. We snogged. Her hands roaming over my body. Tom got back in the car and we started moving. Lisa hands had found my jeans button, opened them and slid her hand in my pants. “Mmm, you have it all smooth for me, you little slut”, she murmured, “and wet I see”. Her fingers found my slit, my wetness and then my clit. She took her hand out, sniffed her fingers and said, “god, I have missed your cunt, Claire. Strip, shows us what else we have missed. Look, Tom can see in his mirror”. I smiled in Tom’s direction and started to undress.

I undid my cardigan and pulled my vest off my shoulders, pulled it down to my waist and exposing my tits. My nipples were already hard but I gave them a quick tweak. For effect. It works. “Oh you little bitch”, said Lisa, “see her white tits and those pink nipples, Tom?”. I think he grunted a response, I was busy, lifting my bum up to pull my jeans and knickers down. Lisa helped pull them off my feet. I was naked, except for my vest belt, my pumps, which left on.

“Spread those legs, Claire, let Tom see that cunt and your tan?”, asked Lisa, quite politely considering she had her hand on the crotch of her jeans. Always one to oblige, I shifted slightly in the seat and opened my legs. “Open your cunt, Claire, let him see the pinkness of you. We love your pinkness, don’t we Tom?”. Again, I did as I was told. Using both hands, I pulled my labia open, feeling the air on my wetness. I love exposing myself. Lisa moved closer and put her hands on my thighs and push my legs wider. “God, I love that hole, Claire, I going to finger fuck you so hard now, get you all lathered up, and creamy, and then I am going to eat you, until you cum on my tongue. Then Tom is going to stop this car, get in here with us and fuck your tight little arse, bareback, while you eat my cunt. I have told him he can cum in your ass and I will eat it out of you, when we get home…”

Lisa hands go from my thighs to my tits. Me, I just want her to concentrate on my aching pussy, I could play with my own tits then. “Mmm”, escapes from both Lisa and me, at the same time. She smiles. “Your tits are as firm as ever aren’t they, Claire, so pert and so firm. I bet you loved showing them off on holiday?”, declares Lisa as she firmly squeezed and caresses them, well, mainly my nipples.