International Playgirl

I visited my partner who lived abroad, you might think I’m the ultra-liberal type because I have a foreigner boyfriend—but no, I consider myself shy when it comes to sex. But that all changed on my first evening in his turf. One night we were on our way to a restaurant for dinner, a good 30-minute drive from his place. But that night’s traffic was rather heavy. To pass time, my partner slyly suggested we do something. He then began to slowly run his hand up my knee, until he reached my silk panties. He pulled aside the thin piece of material that separated his fingers from my already swollen clitoris. Starting slowly, he then finger-fucked me faster and faster. All this time we were not moving and although I was very aroused I still noticed the strange looks we were getting from the other’s stuck on traffic (we were quite conspicuous—he drives a Hummer!).But the thought of being seen aroused me even more, so when my partner told me to take off my panties I did it eagerly. Both my feet were now on the seat with legs wide open, I remember thrusting and heaving my body to my partner’s continual deep-fingered penetrations until I couldn’t hold on any longer. With one foot now on the windscreen I screamed with passion as I came; I didn’t care if I could be seen or heard. A week later I repaid him on the way home, only this time using my mouth. 

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