Baumgartner generations: Janie

"Are you cold?" He looked down at the front of me. My white sundress had become suddenly see-through, my nipples standing straight up in the cold. "Do you want my coat?"

"I can think of better things to keep me warm." I turned my eyes up to him, aching to be kissed. His eyes lingered on my mouth, but instead he smiled and stepped away, going over to the driver’s side.

I sighed, getting in beside him as he started the car and turned on the heater.

"So did you have a busy day today?" I asked as he backed out and shifted the car into gear.

"No more busy than usual," he replied, turning into traffic.

"Oh." I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering in spite of the heater. I slipped off my heels and tucked my feet under me.

"Why?" He glanced over at me, frowning.

I shrugged, not looking at him. "I just wondered why you hadn't called…"

He was quiet for a moment, weaving through traffic. "Do you want to know the truth?"

I nodded, turning to look at him. His hair was wet, drops of water beading there. I resisted the urge to touch him.

"I didn't trust myself," he said as the Mustang snarled to life when he headed onto the freeway.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I want you too much, Janie." He sighed. "Every time I look at you, every time I hear your voice, I just want to…"

I smiled, turning fully toward him now. "To what…?"

"To do very, very naughty things." He glanced at me as I moved toward him.

"I do, too." I leaned over the console to press fully against him, my breasts crushed against his arm.

"Do you?" His mouth was almost touching mine when he turned his head toward me, and I closed the gap, kissing him quickly.

"You have no idea," I breathed.

He took a deep breath, turning his eyes back to the road. "So, right now, you're thinking about it?"

"I've been thinking about it since dinner last night." I slid my hand up the leg of his trousers, finding just what I was looking for, distended and rising fat and stiff under the material.

"Well, I can beat that." He drew his breath in sharply when I massaged him, making delicious friction with my palm through his pants. "I've been thinking about it since I found you in my living room."

"So what, exactly, have you been thinking?" I couldn't help myself. His cock throbbed stubbornly against my hand, demanding attention. I couldn't resist, slowly beginning to unzip him. I felt his whole body stiffen when I slipped my hand down to grasp him. Oh god, yes. He was solid in my hand.

"I'd rather show you." His voice grew low as I began to stroke him, lazy, up and down.

"I know." I leaned over the gearshift to take him into my mouth.

"Ahhhh Janie." One hand moved in my hair as I swallowed his length, the other stayed on the wheel. The console dug into my hip as I turned and stretched across to suck him, but I didn't care.

"Oh god." He groaned as I licked the head, teasing, enjoying the taste and feel of him. "Baby, ohhh… I'm not sure this is the time…or place…"

"I want you," I insisted as his hand moved over the front of my dress, manipulating my breast through the material, pawing at the hard pebble of my nipple. I grabbed his hand, guiding it down between my legs where I wanted it most, quickly pulling my dress up and my panties aside. His intake of breath was audible when he felt my cunt under his fingers, pure wet heat, as humid as a greenhouse, and I shifted against him. "You just concentrate on driving and don't kill us," I instructed before taking him into my mouth again.

"Okay," he breathed, his fingers exploring my fleshy crease, my tongue making flat circles around the head of his cock. "Oh god, Janie, your mouth is so good…"

I made an eager noise in my throat as I sucked him, using both my mouth and hand now, washing him with my saliva. The sound of his breathing, harsh and heavy, filled the car.

"Put your fingers in me," I begged, spreading my thighs wider for him. "Finger my pussy. Fuck me."

He groaned and slid two fingers in, pumping his hand against my cunt. "Like that?"

"Mmmmm!" I responded around his cock, feeling the length of him swell as I fucked him back, thrusting his fingers in deep. “Hard! Harder!” He got even more rough, his hand driving, relentless, making me go crazy on his cock. God I wanted to climb him like a tree and ride him, but what we were doing was dangerous enough. The car was barreling along the highway, thundering underneath me as I sucked him, ardent and resolute, tasting his pre-cum and slaving for more.

"Oh fuck, Janie, baby, if you don't stop, I'm gonna come!"

Why in the world would I stop? There was no way-the meaty onslaught of his cock in my mouth made my pussy beg for release. His fingers curled inside me, his hips vaulting upward, and I sucked him, tight-fisted, gulping, faster, more. "Ahhhhhh!"

The sound he made when he came, like a snarl caught in his throat, was a sweet, staccato symphony to my ears as he flooded my mouth with cum. I swallowed all