I was driving down the Pacific Coast Highway one day in my pickup. It
was sunny, and beautiful, a perfect California day. Only problem was the
traffic. You could barely move. Still, you could hear the waves and the
gulls and I was feeling good.
I had noticed the blond in the convertable next to me. I could look
down at her from the cab of my truck, and she was showing off her spectacular
cleavage in a red bikini top. Her tits were big and full, and you could
see them all the way to the nipples. Her wavy blond hair blew lightly around
a cute face. I couldn't stop looking over.
We had been stuck next to each other for several lights when I noticed
that she was smiling at me; she had noticed me looking at her. Well, what
the heck! She was sure worth looking at. I smiled back. And I felt my cock
growing hard.
She was something! Showing off all the skin that was legal, letting
the sunlight tan and warm her throat, her breasts, her face, her hair.
And looking down, I could see she wore tight little cutoffs that barely
covered her crotch. I found myself imagining what color her bush was; a
little darker, I fantasized, than the hair on her head. Framing, not quite
covering, that pink, moist pussy. Small lips, I fantasized, all the while
looking over at her. My hard dick was throbbing.
We were slowly inching toward one of those little canyon streets on
the east side of the highway when she pulled to the right lane, and waved
at me to follow her. I almost rammed another car to get behind her. I wasn't
losing her, no way!
As we drove up the crooked street, I wondered what she had in mind.
I reached a hand down and moved my penis into a more comfortable position,
then rubbed up and down it a couple of times. I looked at her mouth, a
little smile on her lips. I wondered how it would feel if she wrapped her
lips around the head...
She was driving very slowly, flirting up at me. Then she reached a hand
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