Abz comes behind the wheel
Posted: 01 Aug 2014 06:43
I caught this recording by pure luck, and even though it's rougher than my usual stuff audio-wise, a recent request inspired me to post it. Here's the situation...
Many, many moons ago I used to enjoy taking roadtrips (or what passes for them in this silly sized little country of Britland) to attend gigs. This one was approximately 4 hours north of London, and seeing as the girl I was seeing at the time - we'll call her Abz - had a new car, she offered to drive and put the fuel on her company account. Result! For those who like descriptions, Abz was a decade older than me at the time in her early thirties, a slim red headed chick from up north who dressed like a hippy with some added modernised tendencies (like bothering to wash). She had a very active job (hence an arse and thighs to die for. She also rarely wore underwear and could come in under a minute in the right situation (hence I was a busy boy for the couple of months that it lasted).
Fast forwarding through the majority of the evening - we drove, we explored some of a new city, she came on their public transport (it was a sort of tradition), we saw the gig, we had an utterly failed attempt at sneaking off to the car for a quickie, we ate and shared a couple of drinks with one of the bands who'd played, and finally we departed with a friend of hers hitching a ride in with us part of the way back to London. This is where things get interesting.
At this point in time, I was more obsessive about archiving gigs than sexual encounters, so I was thrilled to discover that I'd captured this by accident due to getting distracted at the end of the show and leaving the recorder running as I through it back in my bag. Abz's friend had an interview early the next morning, so she made her apologies and snuggled down for a power nap in the back seat within about 15 minutes of being on the road. Within another half hour or so, we were mind-numbingly bored thanks to a dead mp3 player battery, a forgetful Sc0tt-UK (who forgot the car kit he'd bought especially), and a possessed car radio which only seemed to want to play two stations which were both playing utter shit. She made a comment about me needing to keep her awake when we got onto a particularly long and featureless stretch of motorway, so I took my cue for a bit of covert teasing, stroking her through her dress. That's pretty much all I expected to happen given that her friend was asleep in the back, but after her first quiet orgasm (just some heavy breathing which you might be able to pick out over the noise of the car), you can hear me retreat at around 01:50. A little less than a minute later (just after the start of the Radio 1 Rock Show *scoff* jingle), she gestured for me to return and go up her dress this time, which wasn't an offer I was going to refuse. Her breathing picks up a little after that, starts to becomes suppressed quick gasps, and at around 3:45 you'll hear me take a quick break from teasing her to shuffle in my seat because I was getting pretty turned on by the situation and needed to rearrange things for comfort. By 05:00 I had her right on the edge again, and after a quick glance into the back seat to check that her friend was still out for the count, I pulled up her dress and put my head in her lap. The angle of her legs on the pedals was less than ideal, but with a bit of a stretch I managed to get the tip of my tongue on her clit, and you'll definitely notice when that happens because she starts to come pretty much instantly. After that, there's some rearranging of clothes, some laughter, and a snatch of conversation.
As I said, it's rough, but maybe someone will enjoy it.
Sc0tt-UK
Many, many moons ago I used to enjoy taking roadtrips (or what passes for them in this silly sized little country of Britland) to attend gigs. This one was approximately 4 hours north of London, and seeing as the girl I was seeing at the time - we'll call her Abz - had a new car, she offered to drive and put the fuel on her company account. Result! For those who like descriptions, Abz was a decade older than me at the time in her early thirties, a slim red headed chick from up north who dressed like a hippy with some added modernised tendencies (like bothering to wash). She had a very active job (hence an arse and thighs to die for. She also rarely wore underwear and could come in under a minute in the right situation (hence I was a busy boy for the couple of months that it lasted).
Fast forwarding through the majority of the evening - we drove, we explored some of a new city, she came on their public transport (it was a sort of tradition), we saw the gig, we had an utterly failed attempt at sneaking off to the car for a quickie, we ate and shared a couple of drinks with one of the bands who'd played, and finally we departed with a friend of hers hitching a ride in with us part of the way back to London. This is where things get interesting.
At this point in time, I was more obsessive about archiving gigs than sexual encounters, so I was thrilled to discover that I'd captured this by accident due to getting distracted at the end of the show and leaving the recorder running as I through it back in my bag. Abz's friend had an interview early the next morning, so she made her apologies and snuggled down for a power nap in the back seat within about 15 minutes of being on the road. Within another half hour or so, we were mind-numbingly bored thanks to a dead mp3 player battery, a forgetful Sc0tt-UK (who forgot the car kit he'd bought especially), and a possessed car radio which only seemed to want to play two stations which were both playing utter shit. She made a comment about me needing to keep her awake when we got onto a particularly long and featureless stretch of motorway, so I took my cue for a bit of covert teasing, stroking her through her dress. That's pretty much all I expected to happen given that her friend was asleep in the back, but after her first quiet orgasm (just some heavy breathing which you might be able to pick out over the noise of the car), you can hear me retreat at around 01:50. A little less than a minute later (just after the start of the Radio 1 Rock Show *scoff* jingle), she gestured for me to return and go up her dress this time, which wasn't an offer I was going to refuse. Her breathing picks up a little after that, starts to becomes suppressed quick gasps, and at around 3:45 you'll hear me take a quick break from teasing her to shuffle in my seat because I was getting pretty turned on by the situation and needed to rearrange things for comfort. By 05:00 I had her right on the edge again, and after a quick glance into the back seat to check that her friend was still out for the count, I pulled up her dress and put my head in her lap. The angle of her legs on the pedals was less than ideal, but with a bit of a stretch I managed to get the tip of my tongue on her clit, and you'll definitely notice when that happens because she starts to come pretty much instantly. After that, there's some rearranging of clothes, some laughter, and a snatch of conversation.
As I said, it's rough, but maybe someone will enjoy it.
Sc0tt-UK
