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Why Is She Smiling? (Thoughts of You)

by Kira Bond
(01/15/03)

I thought of you today while I was riding in my car. I was on my way to someplace, in a hurry as usual. Fellow drivers looked at me curiously while we were stopped at the red light.

(Why is she smiling?) I change the gears when the light turns green, smile and blush, my eyes rolling to the sky behind my sunglasses.

(Is she reacting to someone on a wireless cell phone in there or something?) I change gears; second, third...cruise.

(In my mind's eye) Your head between my open thighs. Hands planted firmly on my ass and hips from under my legs. Face buried in my shaven pussy. Nibbling, kissing, licking; attentively, tenderly, relentlessly...

In my car, my back arches, my thighs tense slightly, there is a tingling from deep within.

I turn right, change gears, go a few blocks. Light turns yellow, I downshift. Clutch-break -- stop. Red light.

(Your rough whisper in my left ear) "You want to come for your Daddy, sweetheart?" I can almost feel your warm breath on the nape of my neck, your hands on my hips, hard-on pressing into my ass. My pussy starts to get wet. Nipples cradled in white lace and covered by black cashmere, harden. Bio-chemical. I bite my lower lip...

Green Light: Clutch, change to first, gas, second...

(Again from behind, in my left ear) "Your Daddy wants to see his pretty baby come for him."

Another right turn, my left arm brushes my left nipple. I squirm in the driver's seat, the crotch of my lace panties is wet.

This is too much.

I have to stop this car.

The park is there. I think of a place, (there won't be anyone there at this hour in the afternoon...) I get there. Park the car.

My hand reaches up my skirt to my pussy. I cup myself. I'm so hot, so near...

Suddenly, I get scared. What am I doing? I've never done anything like this before...someone will see me! (I just won't react. No one will see me from the waist down...) I look around...no one in sight.

I quickly kick off my heels, pull down my white opaque stockings, lean back in the seat. I prop my left arm on the window, left hand on the steering wheel. Lean my head against the headrest. Close my eyes behind my sunglasses. (Try to look normal). My right hand goes to my throbbing wet pussy. (It won't be long) I open my thighs and push my panties aside. My clit peeks out, freed from its lacy prison. My lips are full. I trace the inner lips with the tips of my fingers, stopping to dip my middle finger in my wet hole. I go back up to my clit and start to pleasure myself. (Mmmm, dirty girl!) I imagine you looking at me intently, watching me get off in front of you. Your brown eyes moving from my face to my crotch, your dick making a tent in your pants. I breathe deeply. I'm almost there now. I pick up the pace. "That's it, come for your Daddy, Princess." -- your hand touches the bulge in your pants...

(Oh yes...I'm coming Daddy...I'm coming for you) I shiver and stifle a small scream as waves of pleasure wash over me...

I open my eyes and look around, paranoid, to see if anyone saw me. A little old Asian lady walks her terrier on a leash fifty feet away near the fountain. She doesn't look my way.

I quickly turn the key and crack the window (getting a bit steamy in here). I pretend I'm looking for something as I pull up my hose, put on my shoes and straighten myself. I fix my hair and refresh my lipstick in the rear view mirror. I drive away.

My day proceeds, but thoughts of you continue.

©2003 by Kira Bond

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Kira Bond is a graduate student, mother of two, and amateur erotica writer living in southwestern Ohio. She has enjoyed reading well-written erotic stories since discovering the genre as a freshman undergrad. Her publication in Clean Sheets is a first, and she is honored that her story appears in a publication she enjoys and admires so much.


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