It was a bright, warm, sunny day. It was mid June and my wife and I were on the way to Florida for our honeymoon. We had booked a cozy room at a bed and breakfast near an historic town with walkable restaurants and only a couple minutes drive to the beach. We had slept in that morning from our wedding we had the day before.
It had been a beautiful wedding, with all our friends and family, and whenever I talk about it, I always say “It was the best day of my life.” Not just because I married my beautiful wife, although that was a major reason, but it was just amazing from the moment I woke up until I drifted off to sleep that night. Unfortunately, my wife probably wouldn’t say the same. Not because she didn’t enjoy it, but for her, it was a lot of work and stress. She worked her tail off the months leading up to and the day of the wedding.
After the beautiful ceremony, fun time dancing and hanging with everyone, we headed off to our home for our first time making love as husband and wife. We were excited, anxious, but also… tired. So although it ended up nice, it wasn’t the amazing night of passionate sex we thought we might have. We showered, she put on a beautiful lingerie set, and with the lights down low, we made love. But with excitement and exhaustion of the day, it was quick, and off to sleep we went.
Now, back to the drive to Florida. With plenty of rest and sleep the night before, I was excited to get to the bed and breakfast and make love to my wife in many places and ways—and we eventually did for 5 days straight. But we had some fun before we got there too.
As we were driving and I was darting between cars, I kept looking over and noticing the beautiful woman I now got to call mine.
Her curly, brown hair hung just past her shoulders, where she had let it air dry from the night before. She was wearing a fitted sun dress that fit her slim waist and beautiful 34D chest, but left room for her legs to be seen. She was in amazing shape. I wanted to let her know I loved her and wanted to feel her skin, so I reached over and began to gently run my fingers across her neck, and massaged her scalp underneath her glowing hair. I was content just rubbing her like that, but she ended up having different plans.
I continued to massage her neck, scalp, and shoulders until my arm begin to tire, so I moved it down to grab her hand and interlocked our fingers. When I did, she leaned her head on my shoulder and put her hand softly on my leg, just above my knee. She started by just running her fingers gently over my leg, moving up to my short line and then back down. Just from her electric touch I began to feel my member began to grow. The longer she traced my leg, the harder it got.
Then she started to let her hand inch into my shorts leg, a little higher each time she came back up. I was now throbbing. And when she reached up far enough to slide her fingers into my boxer legs, she grazed my sack and I let out a small moan. With that, she knew I was ready.
“What’s this?” she asked as she started to softly rub my hardness through my shorts.
“I don’t know,” I said playfully. “Maybe you should take a look and see.”
She took me up on the suggestion and unbuttoned, then unzipped, and pulled the waistband of my boxers down toward my feet. As she did this, I lifted myself up off the seat, my shorts and underwear slid down, and my hard cock sprang out. She made a light “Mmmh” sound as she put her hands around it. She gave it a light squeeze, and as pre cum started to leak out, she used her fingers to rub it all over, starting with the head, and then the shaft, until it was glistening with my wetness. Then she started to stroke it up and down, very slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed.
I was quietly moaning while trying to drive and pay attention to road. It felt so good, and apparently she was enjoying it as well. As I looked over, she opened her legs slightly and was gently moving her hips as she worked my member.
Now, she is not into touching herself, but I wanted her to get the same feeling I am. So I reached with my right hand and started rubbing her upper leg, moving little by little up to her thighs and then by her panty line. As I touched her more, she spread her legs a little more, inviting my hand in. I rubbed all over the outside and edge of her panties, and could already feel her wetness. I was able to work my hand into the top of them and rub my hand through her shortly trimmed pubes, and down to her engorged, wet pussy. She let out a strong moan as I ran my fingers lightly over her moist lips.
I took her hand off my cock, which she was still slowly stroking, and told her, “You lay back.” She did what I said and put the seat in a slight recline. She slid her pink thong panties down her legs to the floor. As her toned legs spread, I continued to rub: over, between, and all over her juicy warm lips. I continued that as she closed her eyes and let out pleasurable noises.
I then slid my two middle fingers between her labia, and with firm pressure, I started to rub vigorously, working the lips, her tight hole, and up against her clit. Her moans were now loud, and with her hips moving in rhythm with my hand, she went into ecstasy.
She either finished, or couldn’t take it anymore. With my hand still between her legs, she slid closer to the center console and over to her side facing me. As I continued to finger her now-dripping pussy, she reached over and grabbed my still-throbbing and precum-soaked penis. As she moaned just inches from my ear, her hand easily slid up and down my shaft.
Listening to the wetness of her and me, with her sexy noises, I felt the rush coming. As my noises got more frequent and louder, she got the clues and picked up the pace, and my hand between her legs sped up too.
“Oh, yes!” I cried out. “I’m going to cum!”
”Yes, baby,” she urged me on as she continued to stroke.
I let out one last grunt, and then let out multiple ropes of cum as she jacked my cock, not stopping until every drop had been released all over her hand, my dick, and stomach. All the while my hand cupped her pussy.
We both removed our hands from each other. As she looked for napkins to clean up with, I looked at her with joy and fulfillment in my voice and said, “Thank you.”
With a warm smile she said, “You’re welcome. I enjoyed that as much as you did, I think, though.”
With that, we found a rest stop, cleaned up, and we went on our way to the best week ever.
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