Backseat Business

A road trip was due for a very long time now. We decided upon a day we’d set out after the arrival of my younger brother from his boarding school two months later. Although everything was fine, my dad was concerned about one thing; our tenant who lived with us. After rejecting a dozen, we finally found one decent one. Samar – he was the epitome of perfection, an angel with a devilish side, so charismatic that he could woo anyone he wished to.

The moment I laid my eyes on him, I began swooning. Talking to him I realised he’s a well read man, preened and his charms. He sought my parents’ trust with his smile. I bet even a man claiming to be straight would fall for that smile. Uff! That dimple— I wished if I were that dimple. I was getting hotter the more I stayed in the same room as him and my cheeks were now burning. I kept staring at him.
“Ashi!
Ashi!! What are you doing standing here? I have been calling for you!”, said my mother bringing me out of my reverie. I heard him chuckle. I turned around to meet the sight of a mischievous smile spread across his lips as if he knew what was I thinking and was he right. I served juice and snacks to my dad and him. While handing him the glass of juice, his finger tips slightly brushed against mine. He certainly knew of my thoughts.

Samar knew very well how hot he made me; especially, every time he smiled or spoke of things he was passionate of.
“I see someone drooling!”
“What?”
“Nothing”, he smirked
He’d caught me staring at him and his crotch, biting my lips at the sight of his dick poking through the boxers during the conversation about sex. He took advantage of the same. Often his fingers deliberately would brush against mine, his toes reached across from under the table sliding up and down with a smirk on his face, he’d wink at me when no one looked. During couple more late night talks he also said things he’d do to me if we were to fuck anytime soon.
“Then I’d finally make you cum and lap up on your juices not wasting a single drop! I bet you taste sweet.”, he said as I worked myself towards an orgasm.

My parents were fond of him and weren’t uncomfortable leaving me alone with him for he had convinced them of his decency. My dad being in a group for small scale businesses a number of social events and my mom had to accompany him. It was two weeks until my brother returned and my parents had already attended at least 5 events giving us quite opportunities to fuck. He didn’t and the more he abstained, I desired him more. Tonight mom and dad are lodging at a resort with other people and won’t return until tomorrow noon. I wore booty shorts, a slip hoping that I can make him fuck me. I was at the kitchen counter warming the rice when I felt a touch on my belly which caught me off guard. He stood behind me, his fingers caressing my love handles, tugging at it he turned me around so I could face him and his lips were pressed against mine. His other hand moved along the silhouette of my body, nuzzled my groin. He never let my tongue enter his mouth also stopped with a grin when I grinded myself against him. He left me craving for more.

My brother had returned and we set out on the trip the next day. Dad asked Samar to accompany and he obliged. I was ecstatic. I normally wore tracks but I chose a breezy skirt paired with a crop top for the trip. I usually sat in the back, under the blanket reading the book I get for the journey. The last seat was customised into a mini bed and had pillows as well. Samar and I shared the backseat, my family sat in the middle and besides driver in the passenger seat we placed bag full of snacks and drinks.
Folks fell asleep within an hour of our journey and won’t wake up until noon. The driver was attentive more towards the road. I sat spreading my legs and leaning against the window at the side facing him. He smiled. I felt a toe on my calf in a slow yet steady progression towards my slit. Even though I knew it was him, I kept a straight face. I was engrossed in my book so much that I didn’t notice his disappearance until I felt a set of hands spreading my legs further.
“You smell so amazing!”, he whispered. “I cannot wait to taste you!”
I felt a warm breath over the fabric of my thong covering my pussy. He began massaging my vulva through the fabric, applying slight pressure near the fabric against my clit. I soaked my thong as his tongue continued the tango with my pussy.
“Oh my! Someone’s ready for the tongue it seems”, he said sliding the fabric away.

Beginning at the bottom, he circled the labia a couple times.
“MMM… You taste so much better than I thought! What a delightful treat!”
His tongue grooved in the shape like number 8. The ridges of his tongue stimulating the clit while the slick side pleased the opening with its smooth texture. Tantalizingly he rubbed his tongue against my pussy and also blew air at it which made it impossible to contain my moans and sighs. The erratic breathing is what encouraged him to this point and he was unstoppable. He continued licking me and slid his tongue in and out of me. I had conformed to the lust but he was alert. He sat up straight as soon as he sensed my father was waking up. This happened when I was close to cumming. It was so frustrating. I felt a tap on my foot and when I looked at him, he mouthed, “The trip is still on! I will do you dirty every chance I get on this trip and later”, smiling his mischievous smile.