There it was. Kristen had now fully submitted to the idea that Heidi wanted both of us.
“Should I fuck her first? Or you?” I asked.
“Me. That way she can taste my pussy on your dick after you finish me off.” I started wondering if it was possible for me to cum just from dirty talk. I felt like the next bump in the road might be enough to set me off.
“I’m so fucking hard. I’ve been hard since the restaurant I think,” I said.
“Oh, you poor thing,” replied Kristen with a chuckle. She lifted her left hand away from her clit, reached over and placed it on my thigh. Oh god.
“Babe, if you keep touching me I might just finish in my pants,” I told her.
“Mmm, might not be a bad idea to pop one off right now so you’re got a little more stamina later on,” she said. “I can help out if you like.” She eased her hand further up my thigh and let the side of her pinky slide along the edge of my cock. My skin was goosebumps. She reached over and worked my zipper down. I took a hand off the wheel to unbutton my jeans and slide them down just enough. Kristen reached into my boxers’ fly and fished out my cock. Gone were the gentle strokes she’d used earlier – now, she just gripped me and got to work. No pretense of foreplay here. She just wanted to get me off. I noticed that she timed her strokes to her finger fucking. My biggest battle was focusing on the road. I think the distraction of driving was what stopped me from cumming right away. Kristen’s hand felt so good on me.
I could tell from her ragged breathing that she was getting close to her own climax. Ahead of us, Heidi switched on her left-turn signal before pulling onto a side street. I followed. “Fuck!” exclaimed Kristen. “I’m so close.” We entered a standard-issue neighbourhood lined with townhouses. Kristen was racing against time, jerking my dick while frantically frigging herself. “Keep driving, you little whore,” she shouted to the windshield.
Heidi turned into a driveway. I pulled in behind her. “Noooo,” whined Kristen. She released her grip on my cock. Our orgasms were not to be. I put the car in park. Kristen dropped her foot from the dash and pulled her sundress back down. I once again wrangled my erection back into my jeans.
Heidi had left her car and was waiting for us on the porch. We quickly joined her. “Well, what did you two talk about on the drive over?” she asked. The raised eyebrows and smirk on her face were telling. She took Kristen’s right hand and inhaled lightly. “Well, seems like someone was being naughty in the passenger seat.” The two women locked eyes as Heidi took Kristen’s first and second fingers into her mouth and made a show of suckling them. This was unbelievably hot. Heidi moaned quietly as she cleaned Kristen’s fingers. She let them slide slowly from her mouth, looked to me and said, “she tastes good too, Paul. Think she’ll let me try some straight from the source?”
This was the second time she’d rendered me speechless with a question. Heidi laughed and said, “let’s go inside before we make the neighbours jealous.” She unlocked her door and we followed her inside. We kicked off our shoes and Heidi took our jackets and Kristen’s purse before ushering us into the living room. “Wine? I picked up a red that’s pretty good.”