Lost on the Highway

"You lost," I reminded her, watching her damp panties fly onto my lap. "Take them off."

She bit her lip, glanced at the empty highway, and slowly hiked up the hem of her dress. Lena peeled off the silk. The fabric was warm, sticky with her arousal.

"Happy now?" she breathed out hoarsely.

"Not yet," I said, pressing harder into my seat, feeling my zipper strain against my rock-hard cock. "Climb over here. Now."

She unclipped her seatbelt, and her leg swung over the center console. Her warm, firm ass settled onto my thighs, her dress riding up to her waist. The air in the cab smelled like sun, her skin, and that sweet, thick desire.

Lena unclipped her belt, swung her leg over the gear shift with practiced ease, and landed on my lap facing the wheel. Her round ass pressed right against my already stiff cock. Her dress was bunched up to her waist. I kept one hand on the wheel and shoved the other straight between her thighs. Her pussy was hot, clean-shaven, and already dripping wet.

"Fuck, Lena... you're soaking like a goddamn slut," I breathed into the back of her neck.

"Shut up and fuck me already," she snapped back, but her voice was shaking with need. "I lost, didn't I? So use me."

I popped open my jeans. My cock sprang out, heavy and throbbing. Lena lifted herself up, took it in her hand, and sank down slowly. The head spread her wet lips and slid all the way in. She moaned, dropping her head back onto my shoulder.

"Oh, fuck me... so thick..." she whispered, starting to rock her hips in a slow rhythm.

The car swayed slightly in the lane while I tried to hold my speed. Her pussy gripped me hot and tight, every thrust from below making her whimper. The smell of her arousal flooded the whole cab—sweet, dense, female.

"Faster, Lena... ride me harder," I growled, squeezing her tits through the thin fabric of her dress. Her nipples were rock hard.

"What if we get pulled over?" she gasped, but she picked up the pace anyway, her wet ass slapping against my thighs.

"Then everyone gets to see you bouncing on another man's cock right after your divorce," I answered, landing a sharp slap on her ass cheek.

She cried out in pleasure. I took control: one arm wrapped around her, pinning her to me, the other hand working her clit fast. Lena started trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"I'm gonna... fuck, I'm gonna cum... don't stop!" she nearly shouted.

Her pussy started clenching hard, milking my cock. Hot juice ran down the shaft and over my balls. I couldn't hold back. I slammed the gas, driving my cock all the way in, and came deep inside her in long, powerful bursts. Cum shot hot and thick, flooding her to the brim.

Lena went limp on top of me, breathing hard. The car was still rolling down the highway. I eased off onto the shoulder and stopped. She turned to face me, still sitting on my cock as it slowly slipped out of her cum-filled pussy.

"That was... fucking incredible," she whispered, kissing me on the lips. "But we just started the divorce, right?"

I grinned, running my fingers through her slick slit, gathering our mixed juices.

"You've got a ton of paperwork ahead of you. And I've got a ton of ideas for how you'll pay off your losses. Next time you want to do it at my place? Or straight to your new bachelor pad?"

Lena let out a low, satisfied laugh, dragging her tongue across my lips.

"Shit, let's do it in the car on every highway in this country. I'm a free woman now... and I fucking love it."

She slid off me slowly, leaving a wet stain on the seat. Her panties stayed in my glovebox. We pulled back onto the road. The sun was high now, and ahead of us stretched a long, empty highway—and a hell of a lot more miles we'd be covering together.