Fondly Fondled

Her hands, although older, were still so very capable of bringing a full smile to my face. Fondling me as I drove her back from the airport, she started by running her finger along the top of my ear, and tucking back my hair. This produced a tingling that rushed to the receptors in my brain, then back out at nano-second speed to my manhood, and heart. My face lit up, feeling her eyes on me, taking me in as if about to test ride a wild stallion. The years had been good to her. She was still an amazing woman, and I tried to recall why we had ever parted in the first place. The day dream fell away as I felt her breath on my ear, causing me to change lanes. She kissed it softly, stroking me again and whispered, you need a haircut. It was sooooo sexy that I almost pulled over and let her ravage me again along the road side. The first time that happened, she took my virginity away, adding another notch to her cowgirl belt. And while I had offered up little if any resistance I still have a scar from it. As we continued down the hiway, Petty, played with the words of love. She had slid over next to me, her mouth moved along my neck as if nibbling a cob of corn, reminding me that I would most likely end up with a few well placed hickeys. Her hand nimbly unbuttoned my shirt, allowing her hand to glide in, and brush against my nipple. Her hand turned, and she pinched me playfully. At the same time her tongue had entered my ear and was gently moving in little circles. I was now guilty of driving while erect.
Her hands soon unbuttoned my old 501’s and freed Willie, breathing new life into him in ways I had forgotten about. Moving up and back down on me she cooed, vibrating her throat making me look at the toll booth man with a crooked smile of apology. I said she was just happy to see me, trying to offer an explanation to the obvious. She giggled as I accelerated away from him and back out onto the road. Later I found a lonely county lane outside the city and pulled over; turning the key I joined her.
She stayed longer than I had thought she would, and that made me happy, I’ll never turn down the opportunity to spend time with her. But when we actually examine our relationship, both of us know we are looking for more than great sex, which sounds like I’ve lost my mind when I reread this, but it’s the only thing we really have in common, and we both want social intercourse as well. And who knows, next time maybe I’ll get to show her the sights.