“You like it when I go braless, don’t you?”
“Lys, I can barely keep my eyes on the road with you beside me. I steadied the wheel with my left hand, and moved my right down her back, under her unbuttoned shorts, and began massaging her ass. Her clothes slung off of her like a sheet carelessly draped over a forgotten sculpture. The late morning sun warmed Elysa’s dark skin and reflected off her brilliant green-tinted sunglasses, amplifying her joyous smile. She looked over at me, still massaging her pussy. Just as the tension was becoming too much for me, I spied a turnout up ahead. “Hey!” she looked up at me. Or unbuttoning her shorts, sliding them down around her ankles, spreading her knees and fingering her pussy while we drove through the landscape. My dirty blonde hair and scruffy beard give me a bit of a surfer boy look, though I never convincingly fit the persona. Inspired by her willingness to play around in the car, I suddenly felt compelled to see if she’d enjoy something more daring.
