So, today while on our way to Drummond Island, he was driving, and I was sitting beside him, playing with my camera and my phone. He reached over and laid his hand on my leg. I gave it a little squeeze and then took a picture of the bridge through the windshield. It was still a few minutes ahead, towering up from the horizon, light blue in the haze and phallic, announcing its size to the world.

I don't know how much you know about Mackinac, but there is a huge bridge, bigger than the Golden Gate according to my Google search I did while driving toward it.

The bridge has two lanes, one each way, that are made of metal, like a grating, and the tires hum when they drive over it. His little sports car actually vibrated. I leaned forward in my seat trying to get the entire bridge’s towering support into one shot and I could feel the vibrations move up my legs and into my thighs. I looked over at him and grinned.

He glanced away from the road and saw me. "What?"

"This bridge," I said, biting my lower lip, "it's like a giant vibrator."

Instantly, he slid his hand up my leg and under my skirt.

I closed my eyes.

The seat of the sports car vibrated and his fingers rubbed my clit through my cotton panties.

"Go faster," I said, moving my hips against him as his fingertips swirled around my swollen flesh.

He has always followed instructions well, and in a flash, he pushed down on the gas and the vibrations coming through the car changed pitch, the note changed, the vibrations got closer together.

His fingers moved my panties aside and parted my lips so he could drive two fingers inside me. 

I opened my eyes as the second massive support of the bridge rolled over our heads. "Oh, don't stop," I said and gyrated, fucking his fingers.

I didn’t want the bridge to end. With his fingers dipping inside me and the tires bumping over the steel grate, I was in heaven.

"You better hurry” he said. “The toll booth is coming up.”

"Don't stop.” My breath was coming in short gasps. My heart was racing. I could feel the waves of bliss approaching. Just a few more minutes. 

"I have to," he said still spreading his fingers deep inside me while I fucked my hips against him. 

"You can stop the car, but don't stop..." 

"That'll be four dollars, sir." A voice came from my left and I snapped my head toward the man who had leaned down to look in the car and found my companion’s hand buried in my cooze. His face grew bright red. His eyes flicked between my lap, my tits, and my eyes.

"Oh," I said, tugging the skirt over his hand while he continued to move his fingers inside of my obviously enjoying the idea of showing the toll-booth attendant how such matters as metal grating on a bridge should be handled. He dropped a few dollars into the man’s hand.

"Thank you and you two have a super day."

"Yeah, thanks." He said and crushed the gas spinning the tires.

I liked it. I liked the way he enjoyed showing off.

My pussy was on fire. I wasn’t going to be able to take much more.

I pushed down on the seat giving him room to push his fingers deeper.

The momentum pushed me back in my seat. I spread my thighs wider and gave his hand room to work.

He pushed three fingers in and out of me.

The grin on his face as he glanced back and forth between the road and me was pure mischief. I closed my eyes and bucked against him.

“You are so wet,” he moaned.

I reached my hand between his legs and found his rock-hard cock. “You’re hard.”

“It’s from watching you.”

I was glistening with sweat. I slid my free hand down my neck and across my breasts.

His hand became a blur of motion.

I squeezed his meat, rubbed through his pants with my fingers.

Everything inside of me contracted. I closed my eyes and found a sunburst of color as the orgasm exploded through me. "Ahhh..." I moaned and felt his hand slide through my juices as I squeezed his fingers.

"Oh," he said with a smile, "you just came."

I opened my eyes and smiled.

Delicately sliding his fingers out of me, he slipped them between his lips. “Mmm, I love the way you taste.”

I watched his tongue suck my glistening juice and gripped the enormous bulge between his thighs.

His cock was facing the wrong way and straining against the cotton fabric. I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed watching his face react. I love to watch his face when I turn him on. His eyebrows furrow like he's angry, but his breath catches and there's a little grin at the edge of his mouth.

Everything inside of me goes crazy when he looks like that. It's so hot, it turns me on, just watching him enjoy what I do to him. 

I slid my hand under the leg of the shorts and found the tip of his cock sticking out from his boxers. I rolled my fingertip around it and felt him swell under my touch. 

"I'm driving," he said, making sure not to look at me. 

This only caused me to scoot as far as the damnable bucket seat would let me and then stretch over to suck his earlobe into my mouth my while I slipped the rest of my hand up his boxer leg and wrap my fingers around the remainder of his cock. 

He shifted in his seat giving me some room and I started to pump him along his thigh. His skin was so hot, stiff, and throbbing. "What's the matter?" I whispered, "you don't think you can drive and cum in my mouth at the same time?"

He glanced over at me and I felt him pulse in my hand. I reached over with my free hand and slowly pulled down the zipper on his shorts.

I used both hands and freed him through the ridiculous slot in his boxers until the wealth of his cock was exposed, stiff and throbbing in front of the steering wheel. I wrapped my fingers around the base of him and started to tug while I whispered in his ear.

"Oh, you are so hard. You can't wait can you? My tongue slithering around your cock while you fuck my mouth, are you going to come for me? Are you going to let me swallow your hot come?"

I pulled my skirt up and moved my panties to the side, just so he could see my swollen pussy lips covered in glistening cum. I shivered as the fabric brushed across me. I was ready to come again. He looked over and then ran two fingers between my lips. I moaned and closed my eyes as he did, there is nothing like his rough fingers on my sensitive skin. 

I leaned over and slipped him between my lips as he moaned and tangled his fingers in the hair on the back of my head.

His cock was hot, the flesh warm against my fingers as I lowered my head onto him, swallowing his girth as far back in my throat as I could. I could feel the car's speed changing, his foot on the break reacting to what I was doing to him. I inhaled his scent and dragged my tongue along him. I love to suck cock. I love how sensitive it is, how you can lick it and then blow along the skin and watch a man's face glow with pleasure.

"Oh baby," he moaned, taking his hand off of my head. "God, that feels good."

I slowly pulled up, letting his now wet cock back into the open while I toyed with the tip, letting my tongue circle the bulging head, tickling him. I licked my hand and wrapped my fingers around the base of him so I could jerk him while I teased.

"You like that?" I asked.

"Don't stop," he purred, turning into a curve, the engine racing while the tires gripped and leaned our bodies toward the door.

"Come for me," I whispered. "I want you to let go."

A clear bead of precum glistened around the tip of his cock as I stroked him. I licked it off and closed my eyes, knowing how close he was, knowing that his own orgasm was just about to happen. I could feel mine closing in. I pushed two fingers into my dripping gash. I couldn't stop myself; I could feel it like a weight in my chest, the inevitability of it.

I went at him anew. I bobbed my head up and down on him, fucking his cock into my mouth, feeling him pulse as he got closer, his hips began to thrust - deeper and faster. I held my lips tight around him, my tongue against the taut flesh. Yes, fuck my mouth, cum.

I spread my legs as wide as I could and stretched myself with another finger. The walls of my cunt were slick. I closed my eyes as the waves of my own pleasure began to wash across me. I moaned around his thickness.

His breathing quickened. The pressure of his ecstasy moved up the length of him as he clenched and cock swelled in my mouth.

My nose was reaching his pubic hair, his cock was at the back of my throat, and there were three of my own fingers spread wide in my quivering darkness when he came.

He groaned and pumped his hips into my mouth. Bolt after bolt of hot, sticky cum splashed across my tongue.

I swallowed as fast as I could, but the liquid pushed past my lips and dribbled down my chin. It felt so good; his orgasm and a mouth full of his essence. I pulled off, catching my breath, and a splash laced my cheek. He glanced the last few milky drops slide down his shaft sent me over the edge.

I closed my eyes and fucked my fingers into me, feeling my own juices slide into my hand.