“Hope you’ve done as I asked or you won’t get your surprise,” John said with a smirk as he gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.

I was sitting in the passenger seat with my legs and arms crossed, pretending to ignore him as I looked out the window, watching the traffic slowly move by.

“Are you going to even give me a hint of what this surprise of yours is?” I finally huffed.

“It’s wet,” he said with a devious smile.

My eyes narrowed as I looked in his direction. I did not find him unamusing in the slightest and he knew it, but all he did was smile brightly and chuckle at me, if only to annoy me further. Irritating me was his favorite past time, after all.

“I don’t understand why I have to be naked under my swim cover, John. If we are going swimming, then wouldn’t I need a bathing suit? Or at the very least, a towel?”

“No. It’s warm out so you’ll dry."

“So what then? Do you mean for us to swim and dry off (naked) in the middle of the day?”  

“You’ll see,” he smirked.

“You’re unbelievable,” I scolded as my gaze returned to the window.

“No, what’s unbelievable is that I’ve had the air conditioning blasting for the past twenty minutes and I have yet to see your nipples harden underneath that material. You sure you’re even naked or are you just lying to me? Because you lost the bet and-“

“Yes Johnathan, I am well aware I lost the bet and yes, I am naked completely underneath. I’m not a sore loser who doesn’t honor her agreements, thank you very much.” I stated matter of factly.

“Okay, prove it then.”

My eyes widened as I turned to look at him. I felt the heat immediately appear on my cheeks but felt a tingle between my legs at the same time. “We are in (traffic), John. There are people right next to us who will see me.”

“So? You had no problems with your breasts pressed against the window last night so what’s a little public nudity in the car?”

“We were several stories in the air!” I exclaimed, “Who do you think saw us outside my hotel window in the (dead of night)?”

“I don’t know but it’s the same risk essentially if you think about it. Plus, the bet was that you would do whatever I wanted without complaint and I think this counts as you complaining. Do you want to be tortured without an orgasm for a day or two instead? Because I can get a lot of fun out of that, but I reckon you won’t so much,” he replied with a devilish grin.

“You really enjoy winding me up like this, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do but more importantly right now, I want you naked so stop trying to change the subject and take off the dress, beautiful," he teased as he winked at me.

I took a deep breath and let out an annoyed, disapproving groan as I quickly weighed my options before finally beginning to lift the hem of my coverlet. I wasn’t about to go without orgasms if I could help it. Especially if those orgasms were being administered by John. I thought about how perhaps this was a good thing as I bunched the material in my hands and slide it over my ass.

(It’ll help you get out of your shell, and you promised, no turning back now.)

I glanced over at him watching me and couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I continued to remove the only cloth that was covering me. Once I pulled out both my arms and tugged the dress over my head, I could hear his breathing grow heavier when he finally caught a glimpse of my nakedness.

He watched me intently as I fixed my disheveled hair and my face flushed to more of a bright red color. I didn’t want to be seen by any of the other people on the road so I draped the material over my exposed top, making it look like a strapless blouse from the front, “See? Naked,” I said as I crossed my arms over my middle.

I saw him quickly look out the windshield to check traffic before turning towards me, leaning in to pull the material down and take hold of my right breast in his big hand. I gasped as his touch sent a straight shock of pleasure between my legs that made my clit almost vibrate.

He bit his lip as he fondled me, switching one from one to the other and watching each of my reactions in between paying attention to the other vehicles around us. My nipples were already hard from sitting in the cool air but the sudden warmth of his palms just made them ache for more contact.

He pinched and pulled at the hardened buds for a good while, working me up and making me wet just like he liked. He stopped only for a few brief moments when he had to move the car to keep up with traffic. After the third movement of the car, instead of bringing his hands back to my chest, he put the car in park, dipped his head down, took my nipple between his teeth and slipped a hand past my thighs to insert one finger inside my throbbing sex.

I gasped and moaned while he quickly reveled in how wet he had made me. He switched between rolling his tongue and slowly pumping his hand in and out of my pussy.

“Mmm, you’re going to soak my seat before long,” he teased as he curled his finger and stroked along my inner walls.

I squirmed against him, trying to push my clit against the palm of his hand. I wanted to cum already and God, did I need it but he wasn’t going to let me.

I watched him slowly grab the clutch and steering wheel once again to move with the traffic. I glanced down at his shorts, only to take heavy notice of his own growing excitement. I knew he was so deliciously hard beneath his shorts and with the memories of him from the night before still swirling through my mind, my mouth began to water for a taste of him.  

As my thoughts stammered from one naughty thing to the next, I was soon overwhelmed with a desire to tease him in return, which gave way to the perfect idea on how I could drive him crazy. I bit my bottom lip as I turned in his direction.

"Well," I began as I reached to grip his bulge and stroke him through the fabric, "you've tasted me. So I think it's my turn now," I said as I flashed a devilish grin.

He just looked at me with wide eyes. He never said a word but we both knew what I had in mind and I could see a twinge of hopefulness come over his expression as I turned to situate myself on my knees on the passenger side. I licked my lips before I bent down over him, my belly resting on the center console and my breasts hanging over his crotch. I fiddled with the buttons on his pants until they came undone and quickly pulled his cock out from the pocket of his boxers.

He was rock hard just like I knew he would be. I marveled at the cock that had been fucking me relentlessly and with it only inches from my face, I could hardly contain myself. His head was so red that it was turning purple and he was dripping precum. My pussy contracted as I took his shaft in my hand and caressed it. He twitched and I heard him hiss in a breath once I glided upward towards the tip.

The more I stroked him, the more my need to make him explode all over me grew, but I knew that wouldn't be right. He teased me, so I had to return that favor. If I didn't it would be like, shirking a sexual responsibility or doing things half-assed, and I couldn't have that. We both were just going to have to wait for the grand finale.

As I steadily stroked him, he squirmed in his seat. I watched in awe as his hips lifted and hummed with delight as he let out soft moans of enjoyment, all while he was trying to focus on keeping the car straight. I watched as more precum leaked from the slit and as I watched it trickled down his engorged helmet, a craving appeared that immediately prompted me to lower my head. My lips parted and covered the head of his stiff member and once I enveloped the tip, I immediately felt his fist grip onto my hair and heard him let out a low moan.

As I swirled my tongue, I reveled in the saltiness that had leaked and couldn't stop myself from enjoying licking him clean. I moaned against him as I began to lower my mouth down onto to him, taking as much of him as I could. He let out louder, more aggressive moans and his grip on my locks tightened as I inched closer to the base. He leaned his head back against the seat as he tried to remain focused on the road but I knew he was straining.

 I was impressed by his restraint and ability to focus but I couldn't help but enjoy that I was slowly killing his concentration and driving him over the edge. Seeing him work so hard and try to maintain his focus made it all the more thrilling and worth while for me. I loved having him in my complete control like this and as I began to pull my mouth back up, I finally discovered just how I was going to torture him. I sucked him hard as I went up, quickly released his cock with pop to lean up and meet his gaze.

"I want you to tell me when you're about to cum, okay? I want to be able to swallow every drop and I'll need you at the back of my throats when that happens."

He smiled and eagerly agreed before placing a more gentle hand on the back of my head and guiding me down into his lap. I took him in my mouth with delight and began to suck him as hard as my mouth would allow. I pumped half of his shaft in my mouth while I worked one of my hands near the base, twisting and stroking at the same time.  

He moaned loudly and the louder the moans grew, the closer I knew he was. "I'm going to cum," he groaned.

When his cock twitched again, I seized my opportunity and quickly pulled my mouth off of him and leaned back up to place a playful kiss on his cheek before sitting back down in my seat.

When I righted myself and looked back to meet his stare his eyes were wide with disbelief. "Why the hell did you stop?" John shouted between heavy pants. "I thought you wanted to swal-..."

"Yes, and I do," I cut him off, "but I didn't say when exactly I wanted you to pop, now did I? Don't worry, baby, when you push me over the edge then I'll take you with me," I teased. I gave him a promising wink and a seductive smile before finally turning back towards the window.

"Bitch," he muttered under his breath as he fumbled his cock back into his pants.

I couldn't help but smile just a little. I'd suck him dry yet, it was only a matter of time.

This story was co-written with former member, IvansHoe. We hope that you enjoy it!