The Motorhome Seduction - Two

Copyright Deni Wom and Lieza Kominski 2006

The subtle vibrations of the motor coach always made Swana drowsy. The fact that they were driving directly into the sun only exacerbated the problem today. So despite sitting next to an incredibly sexy man, Swana found her head lolling to the side periodically before she would again awaken and sit bolt up right.

Charlie loved the situation as the olive skinned woman would slowly tilt over in his direction, eventually her head resting on his shoulder, his arm behind her on the seat.

Chris seemed to be absolutely anal about watching the road as he drove. The seat that Charlie and Swana shared was slightly behind the driver seat, so in order to really see them, Chris would have to turn his head toward them. Charlie noticed that Chris never seemed to do that.

Charlie smiled, he was grateful for that for several reasons. The first was that his cock was constantly turgid as the heat of the sun baked it. The slight friction of his shorts as the motor coach traveled along would provide just enough stimulation that he would stay constantly semi erect.

The second reason was that the woman lolling in the seat beside him was so incredibly sexy. Her perfume was absolutely tantalizing. Her sweet smile had him intrigued. Her breasts were incredible! And her thighs were tight and smooth and seemed to have no cellulite on them. Periodically when she would drift off, her little dress would ride up and allow him a most delightful view of her upper thighs. That sensuous place where her muscles created a slight hollow just below her hip periodically became visible to him. Her cleavage was spectacular, and the little dress, . . . . . god that little dress . . . . . .seemed to barely contain her curves. And that gap between her breasts where the buttons seemed to struggle a bit to contain her, oh my god was that sexy! He had a perfect view of the upper orbs of her perfection, and could see to the skin below her breasts as she breathed in and out as she rested against him.

Charlie wondered if he could get away with feeling her breast. Just once. Just a slight grazing of her curves. He could make it seem an accident, couldn’t he, if his finger tips seemed to just graze that little dimple that was her nipple? Maybe follow up with a delightful cares of an orb as his hand completed a slow motion movement? Perhaps as he was needing to scratch his ear? After another sunny, erotic mile he decided to try it. Just a nipple first.

He let his hand drop down from her shoulder as he pretended to turn to look out the window at a mountain that was slowly gliding by in the distance. His fingers received the electric jolt of contact with her nipple! His cock went instantly rigid. He could see the head of it extended past the bottom of his pressed khaki shorts. It pulsed uncomfortably.

Charlie’s eyes followed the sight lines and decided that since it was next to his left leg, the driver could not see his cock head or his bulging pant leg, even if he were to turn around and look directly at him. That gave Charlie a bit of back up confidence.

Swana had not moved when he touched her nipple!

Charlie decided to try it again, maybe even touch her skin where her cleavage was so abundant.

He gathered his nerve for a minute or so, then slowly moved his hand up and over her exposure. Lightly his finger tips caressed her firmness. Her skin was incredibly smooth! And her breasts were SO resilient! MY GOD were her tits wonderful to touch.

He jerked his hand away as she moved suddenly.

But she seemed to be only turning in her sleep. She nestled a little deeper into the crook of his arm.

Charlie’s eyes almost popped out of his head when the button between her breasts suddenly popped loose from its button hole! The fabric over her curves rose up and he could see almost to the nipple of her left breast!

His cock was hard as steel as he sneakily looked at the naked breast of a woman he had just met a short while ago. And there were no blemishes of any kind he could see on her tit.

What a fine pair of hooters! WOW!

Charlie held his breath without realizing it. It was like he was sneaking behind this man’s back, touching the guys wife’s tits as the kind man drove along. Charlie could feel his heartbeat in his erection.

He wondered if he could move the fabric of her dress just a hair and actually see her nipple? He watched her husband for a bit and never did the driver even seem to be the lest bit interested in what was going on between his wife and the stranger they had picked up.

Just then Swana shifted again, her thighs spreading a bit. Her little flimsy dress rode up a slight bit higher on her thighs. Charlie was sure if he leaned forward just a tiny bit, he would glimpse her panties where they covered her pussy.

He tried to lean forward a bit, but she was firmly snuggled into the angle between his shoulder and his bicep.

Charlie’s hand “accidentally” slid down her shoulder until his finger tips were resting directly on her breast. For a few moments he did not move his hand. He just sat there, his lungs screaming for air, not breathing, just enjoying the feeling of his fingers on her skin. Without really willing them to, they began to caress her skin.

Charlie exhaled, then inhaled again deeply. He moved his finger tips slowly down the slope of her breast until they came in contact with her dress. Then, with one finger, her slowly raised the fabric while his eyes bored on down under the garment.

YES!!!! There it is!!!!! Her little nipple! Oh my god! So pert, so perfect, so dark, so hard!

Charlie’s cock was aching with desire to have this woman. To have his way with her. To caress her body, kiss her, lick her belly button on his way on down her body. To suckle her breasts, to make her scream in desire.

Charlie realized his hand had slid further down inside her dress and his fingers were resting on her areola. Just another small fraction of an inch and he would be touching her naked nipple. OH MY GOD!!!! Her hard little neglected nipple needed to be touched, didn’t it?

He had to do it! He HAD to. To be this close to her nipple and not actually touch it would be a crime against mother nature!

Charlie extended his fingers.

And there it was!

His fingers were touching her nipple!

He HAD to caress it a bit! He HAD to!

Charlie allowed his fingers to have their own mind. They softly, furtively, traced the shapes of her body’s most perfect part. He circled her nipple, feelings its soft but firm texture as his finger passed under it. Then up the side and over the top. His fingers could feel every little fluctuation of the flesh of her nipple, the little crevices, the tiny indentation at the center, the slight bumps of her areola.

His thumb alighted lightly on the skin of her cleavage. She moved again. Her breast crept into the palm of his hand.

In her sleep, her right hand dropped over his thigh, coming to rest against the rigid tube of his shaft.


TBC