Moonlight Sonata (a sexy story)

Driving home from dinner with his wife we something he looked forward to on date night.  She was happy, relaxed and usually little tipsy.  Tonight was no exception.

She was wearing a skirt from work, but had removed her nylons before dinner.  She hated nylons.  Her chair was slowly tilting back as she pressed the button on the right side by the floor.

He kept his left eye on the road, but his right eye watched as she unzipped her boots, one by one, and pulled them off, followed by her socks.  She laid back in the seat and loosened her blouse, revealing her supple breasts, just enough for him to see.  He slid one hand in for a touch.  Soft.

She arched her back for a moment, reaching under her dress with both hands and slid her panties to her knees.  As her bottom went down, her knees went up and she flipped the cotton  heap on the floor.  He was having a hard time keeping his eyes on the road.

Her hands slowly hiked her skirt above her knees and then a little higher.  And then a little higher.  The moon roof let the perfect amount of light through to subtly illuminate her shaved pussy and damn sexy muff.  Thank God for tinted windows.

Her hands were over her head and he had free access to any and every part of her amazing body.  She looked over and smiled at him and spread her legs even wider, knocking her knee into the shifter and almost popping it out of gear.

His dick was harder than the gear shift and aching to push out of his confining jeans.  He reached in to adjust his junk.  He was more comfortable now.

With one hand on the wheel, he moved his other hand across the center divide and over to her writhing pelvis.  She flinched under his touch.  He ran the back of his hand up and down her thighs and then turned his palm to her skin.  She couldn’t wait any longer.  She grabbed his hand and shoved it between her legs.

She was wet and ready as he dove deep into her pussy and sank his fingers into the folds of flesh.  The wind through the moon roof drowned out the moans coming from her mouth as she sank deep into the seat arching her pelvis up toward his hand to increase the pressure and pleasure.

“Just stay between the lines.”  He thought.  “Don’t get in an accident.”

He rubbed her clit back and forth with constant contact to make it hum.  He was stroking her like an expensive violin and she was singing.  She let out a violent gasp and she came all over his hand.  The seat got a little wet.  No one would ever notice.

It was great for both of them.  He loved watching and touching her.  She loved his attention to detail.

By the time they arrived home, her blouse was buttoned, her boots on and her hair back in place.  As they entered the house, she stopped and said to him, “I think I left my panties in the floorboard of the Sonata.  I don’t want the kids finding them there, but hurry back.  There’s a cock in your pants that I want to doodle doo.”  She smiled and entered the house.

He walked back to the car and thought to himself, “Well played, my man.  Well played.”

by ThinkSexy©