My car smells like sex...

"Don't wear anything under your skirt when you come pick me up at the airport." That's what you had told me, and I had quickly agreed, knowing the pleasure that awaited me. Driving south on the highway, wearing a short skirt with nothing underneath, I felt both decadent and very aroused. I had the windows open, and could feel the hot summer breeze between my legs, a light caress that had me yearning for your touch. I had to touch myself while I was driving to you, anticipating the evening we had ahead of us.

I pulled up at baggage claim, and there you were, moments later. You kissed me, hot and hard, as soon as you got in the car - your tongue rubbing against mine, increasing the desire that was already building. I was so anxious to get to the hotel that I drove away immediately, forgetting that you were supposed to drive so that I could lay back in the passenger seat and lose myself to the sensation of your hand under my skirt. "It doesn't matter," you said. "Just keep between the white lines on the highway." And then you slipped your hand under my skirt and touched me. I was already so hot and so wet for you that your finger slipped easily into me, and I almost lost control right then. You rubbed my clit and finger fucked me for the entire 20 minute drive, and I was in ecstasy. My skirt was up around my waist, and any of the hundreds of other drivers on the highway in the middle of the afternoon could have looked into my car and gotten an eyeful. I thought that you would stop when we reached the city, but no - you kept touching me until the moment we pulled up at the hotel.

Why was this so incredibly hot? Public sex, yes absolutely. You know what an exhibitionist I am, and the possibility that someone would see us was very arousing to me. Trying to concentrate on driving down the highway when I just wanted to lose myself in the sensation. The fact that you were touching me so intimately, and I couldn't get my hands on you. A combination of all of these, I'm sure.

My skirt was soaking wet when I got out of the car to walk into the hotel lobby. And I'm sure that the receptionist could smell me on your fingers as you signed the reservation papers. And I wonder if the kid who valet parked the car imagined what had happened on the drive, since the car was filled with the smell of sex. Do you think he jacked off while sitting in my car in the hotel garage? It makes me very happy to imagine that all of them had sex on their minds that afternoon because of us - you and I have had such great sex at that hotel...