My fiance and I were on our way home from a friend’s wedding, when the chemistry that had been building between us throughout the day finally came to a head.

It was a beautiful hot summer day, and I was wearing a strappy, tight-fitting sundress. The dress was so clingy that underwear lines would have shown, but I had dealt with this problem by eliminating panties and bra altogether. Mitchell was aware of this fact, and it had been driving him crazy.

Throughout the entire day we whispered about what we were going to do to each other once we got home. Those naughty whispered words, and the feeling of the fabric against my skin were making me extra hot, knowing there were no boundaries except for a thin piece of material between us.

The evening was drawing to a close. My pussy had been damp all day from the heat and the anticipation of being alone with Mitchell, and now I was starting to go a little crazy with desire. We said our polite good-byes to the bride and groom and quickly walked to the car. Once we were on our way, I spread my legs and propped one high-heeled shoe up on the dashboard. My fingers found their way to my pussy, where I began rubbing the juices around. Mitchell was trying to drive but was very distracted by what I was doing. I put my fingers up to his lips, rubbing my pussy wetness on his lips. He pressed my fingers into his mouth, licking up the juices.

“I’ve always thought Mitchell had a beautiful cock, but it never looks better than when it’s throbbing and aching to feel my tight, wet pussy around it.”

When we stopped for a red light, Mitchell leaned over, spread my legs even wider, bent down, and dipped his tongue into me. He licked my swollen clit and fingered my hole. I was going crazy with horniness by now, anxious to feel his large, hard cock inside me. I writhed around on the seat as he licked and sucked, oblivious of the fact that the light had turned green. Driving was a little out of the question, and Mitchell pulled the car into a dead-end street to resume what he was doing.

I lay back and opened myself up. My swollen pussy lips were aching with desire. He licked at my hot, dripping cunt. I reached up underneath my dress to touch my breasts and pinch my nipples.

Mitchell was clearly enjoying himself. His stiff cock was noticeable through the thin fabric of his pants. I pushed him back against the car door and, unzipping his pants, drew out his engorged prick. The knob was wet with pre-come, and I licked the head before drawing it deep into my mouth. By this time, my dress was hiked up around my waist.

Mitchell squirmed against the door, groaning and enjoying the view of my mouth moving up and down. I’ve always thought Mitchell had a beautiful cock, but it never looks better than when it’s hard and throbbing and aching to feel my tight, wet pussy around it. I continued sucking his cock, bringing him just to the brink of orgasm, and then stopping. I did this so many times it was driving him crazy.

His fingers thrust their way into my wet cunt, and I started gyrating my hips to take advantage of his fingers. I pleasured myself on his hand while tonguing his balls and cock, until neither one of us could stand it any longer. Our mouths met as he began teasing my pussy lips with the head of his cock, making me want him even more.

He started to enter me, then withdrew, never giving quite enough. My whole body was screaming with anticipation. I moaned out loud, and pleaded with him to thrust himself deep into me. Just then I felt his large, hot shaft enter my honey pot and begin to throb within me. My vagina closed around him, and all my muscles were primed for action.

He thrust into me, his cock large and pulsating, craving release. I knew he wanted to shoot his load of sweet, sticky come into me, but I would go crazy if

I couldn’t come first, with his hard-on deep inside me. Ever the gentleman, Mitchell pumped away, filling my hot hole with every millimeter of his pulsating flesh, grinding his cock into me so hard that I could feel his balls slapping my ass.

My legs were spread wide, allowing him to enter me completely, and I tensed myself up, just ready to explode around him. His rhythm and the way he fucks me is always so sweet. Mitchell can make me quiver with lust just by looking at me sometimes.

I wet my finger and reached around to his asshole, feeling it clenching up as he fucked me. He groaned with pleasure at the touch of my finger, and I worked it inside him. The double sensation of his tight hole around my finger and his hard cock inside me was too much, and we both collapsed in a shuddering, wet explosion of come.

As we drove home, I decided that whenever Mitchell and I went out together, I would make sure I never wore underwear again.