My god! His cock may not be as thick as Frank’s, but it feels like it’s just as long. Sally’s pussy, already wet from the dancing, is now soaked. In fact, she almost came on the dance floor when he was squeezing her ass and grinding his cock against her pussy, a few more minutes and she would have. Now that she knows they’re going to fuck, she’s just focusing on foreplay. Spreading her legs and scooting down a little in the seat, her dress rides up, giving him access to her pussy. She waits to see if he’ll take the initiative and slide his hand up under her dress.
Chris can’t believe how the evening is progressing. Aunt Sally is just about begging for him to fuck her. Now, she’s spreading her legs, waiting for him to rub her pussy. Time to show her that he isn’t that easily led. He decides to tease her a little longer, by focusing on her tits. Sliding his hand off of her thigh, he runs it over her flat stomach and up over her ample breasts, massaging her nipples through her dress.
“Mmmmm,” Sally sighs, squeezing his hard cock to let him know, he’s welcome to any part of her. She’d been focused on her pussy, but lover boy is more experienced than she thought. He’s going to prolong the foreplay and not just jump for the prize. Good for him! Someone has trained him well, probably her niece. His hand slips inside the plunging neckline of her dress, gently caressing her right tit. She closes her eyes and leans her head back, more than willing to let him take the lead. In fact, pleasantly surprised that he’s asserting himself into that role. She thought she was going to be the one doing the seducing tonight rather than the other way around. It looks like all she had to do was give him the right signals, and he has the playbook memorized.
Neither of them has spoken in several minutes. It’s like they both realize there is no need for words. Sally has relaxed her hand and rested it back on his thigh, while she enjoys Chris’ exploration of her body. He’s managed to free her left breast from her dress and is ministering to it the same way he did her right breast. Her nipples are so taut that they’re almost sore. She wishes he wasn’t driving so he could suck on them. Oh well, they’re almost home now anyway. Just a few more minutes to wait and his touch does feel heavenly.
Only a few miles from home, Chris thinks. Time to crank up the heat. He gently tweaks her left nipple and then drops his hand down onto her bare thigh. Sally reflexively spreads her legs, inching her skirt even high on her thighs. Chris runs his fingers lightly along her inner thigh waiting to see what kind of panties she’s wearing. A thong is the easiest to pull out of the way, but whatever kind they are, he should be able to get his fingers inside of them. As his fingers glide lightly up her thigh, Sally sighs, spreading her legs wide apart, giving him unobstructed access to her hidden treasure.
Chris is shocked to feel moist flesh where he expected to touch material. His brain takes a minute to resolve this unexpected conflict. She’s not wearing any panties! His fingers are touching her pussy lips, confirmed by the moan that escapes her lips when he moves them around. He looks over at her for her reaction, but her head is still back against the seat and her eyes are closed. Fuck! Aunt Sally is one hot lady! He doubts if either one of them will get any sleep tonight. He runs his fingers up and down her pussy lips several times before slipping two of them inside her pussy. His fingers are met with a fiery, wet chasm that closes around them almost immediately.