A story I wrote a while back to an unknown beautiful woman... it's a fantasy, as yet unrealised. One of many not to be taken too seriously. ______________________________________________________ A couple of cars are parked far up a forest track. One is unoccupied. We are in the other - sitting side by side in the front. Music is playing on the CD. It's something you like to listen to when you need to wind down and catch some head space. In the distance, barely visible through the trees, the mountains of the Lake District soften a line from land to sky. At your feet in the foot-well sits a bag containing all your favourite toys which you had brought along. For a while we talk aimlessly about what we do and what we like. Our conversation skirts our desires like a shark around a sinking boat. Little by little, though, the topic narrows as our pupils dilate. I ask if I can see what you have brought with you and you open the bag for me to look. In it are a variety of vibrators and dildoes. I take one out at random and we talk about why you like it. Next, another one. I catch a scent of your breath. It is hot and carries with it a familiar yet indescribable air, somehow reminiscent of spice and heavy with pheromones. Though faint, it sends a jolt through my senses and a sudden chill spasm across my crotch. You look into my eyes and unknowingly recognise its effect. My nerves jangling, I work up the courage to ask if I could lift your skirt up a little further. Smiling, you nod and wind the back-rest of your seat down a bit. I lift your skirt to find you're wearing nothing under it.... naughty. I take one of the toys and slowly, so slowly, slide it up over your thighs and round your buttocks 'til I near your vagina, moving towards and around and over it teasingly. The tip moves gently over your perineum, around your carunculœ and brushes past your clitoris. An intake of breath followed by a slow trembling sigh treats my ears as a tingling warmth starts to grow and emanate from the pit of your stomach, spreading outward into your crotch. A bead of moisture appears and slowly runs down your buttocks onto the seat-cover. At the sight of it, another jolt of excitement runs through me and I feel my body respond. You reach into your pocket and remove a blindfold which you put over your eyes before winding your seat the rest of the way back. The moisture which had been little more than a glow before now oozes perceptively out of you as, at last, I slide the toy slowly but firmly into you. You feel every part of it as it gradually advances and retreats and advances further and further in. I watch your thighs tremble and widen involuntarily as your breathing becomes deeper and more erratic. Your head arches back towards your hands which twitch and fidget on the rear seat behind you. By now your excitement causes the toy to make sucking noises as it moves in and out of you, rippling over your g-spot and rugæ. A large damp patch has appeared on the seat-cover beneath you. I look closer to see a tiny shining rivulet forming from your perineum to the seat. Another jolt is sent through me. You slide your hand under your shirt and move it around your nipple, giving it minute squeezes and tugs. You groan and become moister still. Still holding the toy inside you, I gently tease the folds of skin around your clitoris and your vestibule with another of the toys from the bag. Your breathing has turned to a series of moans and gasps as your mons veneris angles itself up and down, in and out in time to the motion of the toy inside you. I feel the back of my hitherto loose fitting trousers stretching against my backside and I move to loosen them. I suddenly realise that your other hand is there and I lift myself up slightly to allow you to pull my trousers down a way. My silk boxer shorts are pulled with them. I feel your fingers gently close around my freely erect cock and I tremble in response. With an effort, I focus back on your toys as you slowly massage and milk me.