I sat up and took a big gulp as I tried to swallow his load. Some had managed to sneak its way past my lips and drip down my chin, meeting the final squirt. It dripped quickly onto my blouse, skirt and hose. I felt the warmth and stickiness on my leg as it seeped into the nylon. I covered my mouth as I wiped it of the salty mess. He handed me a napkin like a gentleman. I looked at him and laughed as I wiped my mouth.
He zipped his pants back up as I looked at the stains on my clothes. I could tell that I wasn't going to make it into work today. I reached into my purse for my cell phone and called my work to let them know that I wasn't going to be able to make it in. He looked at me and smiled, saying that it was going to be a long car ride. I sighed and sat back in the seat, still looking at those stains. I felt myself getting even more wet thinking about what I had just done.
At this point I was totally controlled by my vagina. I felt the juices flow from between my legs; I squeezed my legs together. Whatever it wanted, I was willing to give it. I slipped off my shoes and leaned the seat all the way back. I lifted my hips and inched my skirt to my waist. I ran both hands up and down my legs and finally onto my hose covered clitoris. I slipped one hand inside my pantyhose and ran two fingers over it, feeling how slick it was. I pushed harder, making small circles with my hand. I could feel the pleasure building. I put my feet up on the dash, spreading them wide. I heard his voice say, look in the glove box. I didn't hear the rest.
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