There are some nights when I want to be romanced. I want candlelight and foreplay, flowers and music; I want to be touched, softly kissed, caressed and made love to. This, however, is definitely not one of those nights.

This is more of a night where, as I watch my lover in the driver's seat concentrating on the dark foggy roads ahead, I want to unzip his jeans, reach into his pants and suck him off until he explodes down my throat. The mere thought causes me to shift a bit in my seat, and my nipples to harden rather obviously through my silk undershirt. To make my point, I let my jacket slip casually to the floor. It doesn't take but a moment before he notices, and I love the way his gaze slides predatorily over my full cleavage and hard nipples. He obviously likes what he sees; it was clear by the quickly growing bulge in his jeans.

The occasional highway light casts orange-yellow pools of dim luminescence on the black and empty highway. Home is still half an hour away.

No one else is on the road as our car barrels down the highway. I pull the undershirt completely off to reveal my breasts, creamy white with hard pink nubs. Not surprisingly, I immediately have his full attention. He looks at me, silently licks his lips, and pulls off at the next exit. Lights from a gas station beckon in front of us, but he just pulls to the side, hiding us in the rest stop shadows.

His fingers find their way to my nipples, rubbing them, flicking them quickly. Nothing gets me hotter faster than this and he knows it. Pleasure sweeps through my body, landing between my legs. I know at that moment I will do anything for him. I am instantly wet, pulling my panties off and my skirt up. Placing my feet on the dash, I spread my legs wide so he can watch me tease my clit slowly with my finger, savoring each stroke, feeling my clit come to attention under my touch. His caresses turned quickly to groping as my finger moved faster, the seat between my legs becoming more and more slippery.

"I want to watch you play with yourself. Let me watch you jack off," I whisper.

He responds silently, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his long hard cock. My fingers begin to caress my clit rapidly as I watch his hand encircle and move up and down his shaft. I feel my orgasm is close and slow down to hold it off; I love to watch him and want this to last a few more moments. With one hand on the wheel and the other pumping quickly on his cock, I feel the wave and come in gushes all over the passenger seat, moaning involuntarily.

After the last pulses are over, I can't hold back any longer. I need to take him in, feel the tip of his cock on the back of my throat. Groans of pleasure greet my actions as I stretch across the gearshift on my knees, moving lithely up and down, tasting the salty sweet flesh, letting my tongue slip and slide as I suck and go down on him, lingering on the base of his shaft with my tongue … sucking with light pressure, then loosely slipping up and down, slow then fast. I love the way he smells, the way he tastes.

I feel his fingers slip into my now dripping cunt and I gasp, squeezing and contracting on his hand as he finger fucks me. Out of the corner of my eye, I can tell there are headlights from a tall vehicle, maybe a big truck. It seems to be driving next to us as my pussy is in the passenger window and my head bobs in my lover's lap – whoever is in the truck must be getting a great show, and this turns me on even more. I'm sure the trucker is enjoying it almost as much as we are.

My lover groans again. His fingers move from my wet pussy to the back of my head, twining into my hair. With a vicious yank, he pulls me up and pushes my head down, moving me manually up and down on his cock, faster and faster.

"Take me all the way in," he says softly, "I'm going to come."

I take him all the way back, letting my throat close and contract on him, feeling the rush and pulsing of his cock begin. The salty white come shoots down the back of my throat and he grunts, filling my mouth with liquid. I swallow happily as he guides me slowly up and down, in tune with the last few spurts, and then stops.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and he smiles at me. He turns the key and without a word steers the car onto the highway, as we continue toward home.