1. Bunnie Tales: Driving With the Top Down


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: WSCLG, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    She used her fingers to scoop the remnants of cum running down her chin. As she licked dripping cum from her fingers, she stared the blonde right in the eye. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” That’s when the light turned green and I quickly accelerated through the intersection, and headed back toward the barracks. ******************** It started earlier that day when Bunnie wanted to go for a ride. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in the Chesapeake Bay Area, so I grabbed the keys to the MG, dropped the top, and off we went. With the wind blowing through her flowing curly, light auburn hair, Bunnie was truly resplendent. Of course, she always looked her best. At 5’ 3” and 110 pounds with soft green eyes, she was a vision of charm, elegance, and loveliness. Her 32B pert breasts, just right to fit in the palm of my hand, needed no support. With a tight waist and hips flaring just so, a sweet sexy ass, and legs that carried her with stature, I was fortunate to be dating her. How that happened, well that’s a story for another day. Suffice it to say, I was the envy of the single enlisted men. The envy of many of the married men, as well. So, now here we were on an awesome spring day in late April. The sun was shining, some fluffy clouds floating gently in the distant sky, mercury hanging in the mid-seventies, and we were just out to enjoy it all. Once out of the city, the roads and scenery turned to farmland and pastures. We saw trees sprouting new greenery, cattle ...
    grazing in the lush fields, and wild flowers blooming uncontrollably everywhere. The curves in the road, combined with the sun and clouds in the sky and Bunnie by my side simply made it a perfect day. Remnants of winter had gone and life was flourishing anew. My only regret at the time was not tossing a blanket in the back and packing a picnic basket. I never thought there was a need for an agenda. We were only out for a ride. I was in jeans, a short sleeve, button down tan shirt, and boat shoes. Bunnie was dressed in jeans and a light green, see through blouse. As I’ve said, Bunnie never needed a bra, so everything was on display. And what a display! Her nipples were firm, pressing against the thin fabric of her blouse. With each gust of wind, the material rustled against those mesmerizing tits, leaving them in a constant state of arousal. Her own arousal quickly became obvious as she reached over the console and placed her left hand in my lap. Being a strapping young man, certain body parts promptly responded. Suddenly, my jeans became unbearably tight and uncomfortable. “Something wrong, Robie?” she coyly purred. “No. No, nothing’s wrong,” I replied. Rubbing her hand across the ever-growing bulge, Bunnie soon had my attention. Never satisfied with just teasing me, though she relished in doing so, she decided it was time for further exploits. Kneeling in her seat and reaching over the console and stick shift, she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the jeans, and lowered the zipper. I ...
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