[Touch Yourself] A Drive with Kitt
Mar. 6th, 2008 09:13 pm"Kitt?" She didn't wait for a response before she continued. "Play the Vivaldi."
She leaned her head back on the seat, feeling the sun shine heavily through the windows. Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax, but the music, mixed in with the deep rumbling she felt coming from Kitt's engines, drew a deeper response. She shifted in the seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the truth was, she was as comfortable as she was going to get.
Shifting again after only a minute only drew a concerned inquiry from Kitt, which she shot down with a shake of her head and a terse, "I'm fine. Just... hot." Always accommodating, the windows rolled down and she smiled at the breeze that blew across her face and ruffled the neckline of her dress and caused her nipples to tighten.
Under the guise of resting her arm on the rest, she brushed a fingertip across the raised nub in her dress and then bit her lip to avoid making any noise. Not even bothering for subtle, she tweaked it to steady the tingling and gave a sigh of satisfaction.
"Are you sure you're all right, Hattie?" Kitt's voice, still the pillar of concern emanated from the voice box and she jumped, afraid she'd been caught.
"I'm fine," she reiterated, a bit more sharply than she intended, her tone laced with a bit of guilt. It took a moment of silence before she gave the small smile of someone who had gotten away with something naughty, even though she hadn't done anything yet.
Her other hand had been resting quietly on her barely rounded stomach, but now, with a mind of it's own (she'd swear), it began traveling south and, just as it reached the hem of her sundress, began moving north again. Only now? The incorrigible thing was taking the hem of her dress with it and, once her hand reached the top of her thighs? Stopped. Just hovered, teasing the soft skin there.
Hattie had no idea that her skin was so sensitive, at least when she touched it. She was well aware of how her body reacted when Kitt touched her. Only at the moment, he couldn't, he was driving. The smile worked it's way across her mouth again and she adjusted on the seat once more, sliding down just a little. With her legs spread in an unladylike manner, she was able to tease the even softer skin of the inside of her thighs and tease she did. The tickling sensation was almost unbearable and, to distract herself, she pinched her nipple with her other hand again, the sharp feeling contrasting deeply with the teasing between her legs.
This time, it was no soft sigh she gave but an actual moan. No hiding it and she gave up all pretense and slid two fingers inside her panties, gasping when her middle finger brushed against her clit. Adjusting in her seat yet again, she rested her right leg against the console, opening her body to her own probing fingers.
With an ease she hadn't thought possible, her middle finger dropped down, slipping into the thick wetness there. A deep thrust and she slid her finger slowly up, coating the entire area. When her finger, slick with arousal, rubbed again against her clit, she gave another moan, this time his name. A soft tap, and she circled it gently before rubbing just a little harder. "Oh, God," she panted.
Repeating the motion, she was soon moving back and forth almost frantically, her mind torn between small, dainty thrusts or eager rubbing along her sensitive lips and tender clit. Her other hand had long since given up her breasts, which were almost too tender with the early stages of her pregnancy to play with consistently, and as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm rise with the tempo of the classical music, she gripped the bottom of the steering wheel... hard.
"God, Kitt-"
Gasping, she clung to the steering wheel, her fingers still working in and out and flicking back and forth. Finally, just as she thought she couldn't stand it any longer, she pressed her body against the seat, her head thrown back against the headrest. "I can't- God..." And then she came, her body spasming and she realized somewhere in her mind that she could feel her muscles clenching around her fingers and wondered vaguely if that's what he felt around his cock when she came with him...
Then she was coming down from the high and removing her hand from her panties. To disguise the motion, she used that hand to push down the hem of her dress as she caught her breath. The interior smelled very much like woman and she closed her eyes hoping against hope that Michael wasn't going to need to go anywhere when they got back.
She removed her hand from the steering wheel with a mumbled, "Sorry," and ran her hand through her hair. "I mean," and cleared her throat. Softly: "Woah."
With no idea where that had all come from, she felt small aftershocks run through her and gave a small smile and felt her cheeks heat. "Kitt?" When he didn't answer right away. "You, um, okay?"
She leaned her head back on the seat, feeling the sun shine heavily through the windows. Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax, but the music, mixed in with the deep rumbling she felt coming from Kitt's engines, drew a deeper response. She shifted in the seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the truth was, she was as comfortable as she was going to get.
Shifting again after only a minute only drew a concerned inquiry from Kitt, which she shot down with a shake of her head and a terse, "I'm fine. Just... hot." Always accommodating, the windows rolled down and she smiled at the breeze that blew across her face and ruffled the neckline of her dress and caused her nipples to tighten.
Under the guise of resting her arm on the rest, she brushed a fingertip across the raised nub in her dress and then bit her lip to avoid making any noise. Not even bothering for subtle, she tweaked it to steady the tingling and gave a sigh of satisfaction.
"Are you sure you're all right, Hattie?" Kitt's voice, still the pillar of concern emanated from the voice box and she jumped, afraid she'd been caught.
"I'm fine," she reiterated, a bit more sharply than she intended, her tone laced with a bit of guilt. It took a moment of silence before she gave the small smile of someone who had gotten away with something naughty, even though she hadn't done anything yet.
Her other hand had been resting quietly on her barely rounded stomach, but now, with a mind of it's own (she'd swear), it began traveling south and, just as it reached the hem of her sundress, began moving north again. Only now? The incorrigible thing was taking the hem of her dress with it and, once her hand reached the top of her thighs? Stopped. Just hovered, teasing the soft skin there.
Hattie had no idea that her skin was so sensitive, at least when she touched it. She was well aware of how her body reacted when Kitt touched her. Only at the moment, he couldn't, he was driving. The smile worked it's way across her mouth again and she adjusted on the seat once more, sliding down just a little. With her legs spread in an unladylike manner, she was able to tease the even softer skin of the inside of her thighs and tease she did. The tickling sensation was almost unbearable and, to distract herself, she pinched her nipple with her other hand again, the sharp feeling contrasting deeply with the teasing between her legs.
This time, it was no soft sigh she gave but an actual moan. No hiding it and she gave up all pretense and slid two fingers inside her panties, gasping when her middle finger brushed against her clit. Adjusting in her seat yet again, she rested her right leg against the console, opening her body to her own probing fingers.
With an ease she hadn't thought possible, her middle finger dropped down, slipping into the thick wetness there. A deep thrust and she slid her finger slowly up, coating the entire area. When her finger, slick with arousal, rubbed again against her clit, she gave another moan, this time his name. A soft tap, and she circled it gently before rubbing just a little harder. "Oh, God," she panted.
Repeating the motion, she was soon moving back and forth almost frantically, her mind torn between small, dainty thrusts or eager rubbing along her sensitive lips and tender clit. Her other hand had long since given up her breasts, which were almost too tender with the early stages of her pregnancy to play with consistently, and as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm rise with the tempo of the classical music, she gripped the bottom of the steering wheel... hard.
"God, Kitt-"
Gasping, she clung to the steering wheel, her fingers still working in and out and flicking back and forth. Finally, just as she thought she couldn't stand it any longer, she pressed her body against the seat, her head thrown back against the headrest. "I can't- God..." And then she came, her body spasming and she realized somewhere in her mind that she could feel her muscles clenching around her fingers and wondered vaguely if that's what he felt around his cock when she came with him...
Then she was coming down from the high and removing her hand from her panties. To disguise the motion, she used that hand to push down the hem of her dress as she caught her breath. The interior smelled very much like woman and she closed her eyes hoping against hope that Michael wasn't going to need to go anywhere when they got back.
She removed her hand from the steering wheel with a mumbled, "Sorry," and ran her hand through her hair. "I mean," and cleared her throat. Softly: "Woah."
With no idea where that had all come from, she felt small aftershocks run through her and gave a small smile and felt her cheeks heat. "Kitt?" When he didn't answer right away. "You, um, okay?"
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