An Auto Erotic Experience

It seemed an interminable amount of time had passed before our next rendezvous. We had gone about our daily lives discreetly texting to maintain contact. Siobahn’s walks continued and we saw each other that way as well. We were burning with desire for one another but just couldn’t seem to find the right opening. My wife had not had any kayak outings on the calendar, and the evening group meets only once a month. I did make one attempt to resume some sort of a physical relationship between my wife and I during this down time. As one can imagine the trysts Siobahn and I had been having left me with a desire that masturbation often can’t fulfill. I had not engaged in any autoeroticism because of Siobahn, but it had been a while and I had a fleeting thought that maybe my wife had softened a bit. One evening while holding her in bed we began kissing. It became somewhat heated as we were engaging in some light tongue play. I advanced very slowly massaging only her back and avoiding any other vital areas to keep her focused and warming her up. As I lightly grazed the side of her breast, she took my hand and placed it to the side and indicated that this was as far as she needed to go.  We said good night and went off to sleep. She simply has no sexual interest. I lay there frustrated, but soothed myself with thoughts of Siobahn.



The next day, I was cutting my mother in law’s grass and was down in the orchard area far from the road. I wear head phones and listen to music as I work, so I didn’t notice Siobahn standing near and watching me. I stopped the machine and immediately asked her if anyone saw her walk down because when you do you’d be hard to miss. She told me that while she was walking she saw my mother in law leave and figured she had a little time to see me. With that she somewhat brazenly gave me a long kiss.



“When I was walking by the garage I noticed that there was a Corvette in the garage. Is that yours?”(I do in reality own one) She asked.



“Yes”, I replied, “It’s a 77. Vettes came out the year we were born, and it’s always been a dream of mine to own one. It’s a project right now but it’s drivable. I take it around the block occasionally.”



“Can I have a ride sometime? I love Corvettes!”



“Sure I’d be happy to but we would have to be discreet about when and where,” I warned. “Let me think this out and I’ll text you with a plan as soon as I can.” We said good bye to each other, and as she left she turned and winked at me.



“I can’t wait to hear about your plan; this could prove to be quite interesting.”



Now I was eager to find out why it would be interesting. Upon arriving home I checked the calendar again. Nothing caught my eye and resigned myself to the idea that the ride would be in the distant future.  The phone rang and my wife answered, she was on the phone for some time. I went about my business and came inside for a drink. She told me that a friend had called and asked her to go out to lunch with her and then visit a museum on the upcoming Thursday. I knew where they were going and it would probably be an all afternoon excursion. I sent a text to Siobahn to see if she was available.  In an instant she replied with YES in all caps accompanied with kiss emojis.



The car is in dire need of a paint job, and the interior is 43 years old and shows its age. I cleaned it the best I could, and now had to figure a way to pick her up. A Corvette in my rural neighborhood stands out boldly, so this would not be easy. The plan that I arrived at would require us to meet at a state nature sanctuary where she would park her car, and I would pick her up. I told her that I would be there around 11:00AM.



I was there at a little before 11:00 and she was waiting for me. The Vette has a T-Top so I removed it, stored it in her vehicle and off we went. I told her that I was leery about going too far as one of the plugs was misfiring and it needed new points and plugs. She said she has somewhere in mind, not too far, but it was a bit off the beaten path. As long as it was an established pathway and not a rutted out country road, I said, “Point me to it.” Siobahn is very fashion conscious, and an impeccable dresser. She had on a stylish tight pink dress with an opening horizontally across the back that came down about 6 inches below her ass cheeks, no bra as usual. As we rode it was hard to concentrate as her dress had hiked its way up to almost crotch level. Her was hair pulled back in a quasi pony tail. She was as beautiful as always.



“Turn right up here,” she said



I was a bit suspect at first; the road was unimproved with tall grass running along the middle. The tracks looked well worn but solid with nor rocks that I could see. I slowly entered the road and crept down carefully. Siobahn then assured me of no major deformities as far as we were going.



“How do you know this?” I inquired.



“I found this road a few months ago when I went looking for Cat-o-nine tails,” she informed me. “I kept it in mind for occasions like this.”



We drove on a bit further passing mostly meadow land until she instructed me to pull up on a knoll with a large Maple tree on top of it. I did so and parked the car in the shade. As we got out I surveyed the area. It was quiet with only the sounds of birds and a very slight breeze. In her bag she had brought along a small blanket, 2 wine goblets and a bottle of wine.  She poured us some wine, but kept the blanket on the seat.



“I thought you might have brought that to sit on,” I told her.



The blanket is for what’s yet to come she replied.



We sipped our wine holding each other around the waist and took in the tranquility around us.  I never knew this place existed yet it was only a short drive from our homes. After drinking our glasses of wine she took the goblets and put them aside. I was about to ask what the blanket was for, but as I turned she met my lips with hers in a long passionate kiss.



“Oh I’ve waited for what seems like forever to kiss you again,” she softly cooed. We continued in that manner for some time just holding each other tightly.



“So what is the deal with the blanket?” I asked again.



She explained that a long time ago she had seen a movie in which a couple had driven to a secluded spot and spontaneously made love on the hood of a car. It was always a fantasy of hers that she thought she would never fulfill. My Vette has a large hood that would more than adequately accommodate her desire. She explained further that the blanket was expressly for that purpose or for anywhere else we might need it. We embraced again and resumed our kissing with a great deal of tongue play, swirling around each other’s tongues, and sucking on them as well I grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled up peeling it off in one motion. She wasted no time in removing my shirt and jeans and we were now naked in nature. Lowering herself to her knees, she took the head of my penis between her lips and sucked it to attention. All I could do was lean back on my elbows on the hood of the car and watch her. Besides giving me a mid numbing rim job, she kissed the length of the shaft, my scrotum, and then back up to the head.  I finally pulled her too me, and turned her around so that she was leaning on the hood with her hands. I ran the head of my cock against her vaginal vestibule to make sure she was wet enough and then penetrated her from behind. I could hold her around the waist and rock back and forth. Then she turned her head to kiss me softly but only for a moment as I increased the intensity of my thrusts and then began massaging her breasts and pulling on her nipples.



I reached in grabbed the blanket and spread it on the hood of the car.  Now facing me I picked her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I let her down gently on the blanket and she simply slid down a bit right back onto my, “stick shift.” Instead of spreading her legs, she placed both legs on my shoulders. Now I could not only make love to her, I could attend to her breasts as well, but I soon found that I had to share them as she wanted to squeeze her nipples as well. It looked like she even wanted to pull them off. I was as enthralled as she was. As she reached in back of her to grab the edge of the hood for stability I found that I could hold on to her left leg, and manipulate her right breast as I continued to plunge deeply. 



Soon thereafter I slid her off the hood and standing behind her at her ankles began rubbing her legs up to her cunt entering her with my fingers and rubbing her very hard clit. I had full unfettered access to her breasts and nipples to which I made sure got plenty of attention. Siobahn reached behind my neck and held herself there as I kept rubbing her entire body while my cock stayed lodged between her legs. We eventually sank to the ground in the same position where I once again entered her from behind in a spooning type affair.  I was still able to minister to her breasts and clit, all the while holding her close. Her moans and whispers were discreet and passionate and served to arouse me even more. In what I thought was a risky move, I lifted her at the waist so that she was positioned on all fours. As she looked back at me I initiated a reverse rodeo. It was a risk as I said because we’d never done it and I feared she wouldn’t approve. Boy was I wrong! She began breathing in shorts gasps and reaching under her to rub her clit. Soon her legs began to quiver and she kept repeating through her teeth, “Oh My Oh My,” until her legs stiffened and let out the most sensual sigh I have ever heard. I pulled out for a second to make sure she was not in pain. As I reentered her she turned and looked at me a smile of approval. I continued with a renewed intensity as she also continued to readily accept my thrusts. I was rapidly reaching my crescendo and as I felt the wave start to intensify, I pulled out stroked twice and showered a salvo of semen all over her back.



After restoring our energy I cleaned off her back and we dressed. As we drove back I asked if it was as she fantasized.



“It was better than I imagined it could be.” I never considered the intangibles that you added. Rear entry is becoming a favorite of mine. I love it when your hands roam all over me.  I also like that I can help myself if needed.  The fact that you care and monitor my feelings relaxes me so that I can fully immerse myself in what we’re doing. Being totally naked outdoors is a liberating experience with you.”



 We arrived at her car, replaced the T-Top and went our separate ways but not before kissing and promising each other that the wait will not be as long next time. This experience definitely gave “AUTO eroticism,” a new meaning!