Lanie's Lessons (13 page)

“How about a little on board entertainment to break up the monotony?” Ethan suggested into the stillness of the car.

Neither being in a talkative mood, Lanie agreed. “Music? How about an audio book? I have a collection of short stories on my iPod that I haven’t tried yet.” She reached down for her purse in the floorboard, but Ethan’s hand caught her forearm.

“I had something different in mind.” His voice, already deep with the ability to melt her panties right off—if she’d been allowed to wear any—had taken on a richer, more resonant quality putting her instantly on alert. Glancing at him, she noted the smile playing about his lips and studied him more closely. Knowing he was up to something, her gaze dipped to the front of his trousers where she found the hard outline of a very impressive erection. For a man in his early forties, Ethan’s stamina and recovery time was remarkable. Not yet at her peak, Lanie was the one who had a hard time keeping up.

“I’m in the mood to listen to the sweet sounds you make when you come. That’s the music I want to hear. Spread your legs and touch yourself.”

Rendered speechless, Lanie stared at him. This was definitely a new twist on an old theme. Whether it be with fingers or toys, Ethan liked to watch, but never had he requested it in the car. Although it wasn’t really a request, she had to remind herself.

“Lanie, we need to do something about this bad habit you have of stalling.” With both eyes on the road, one hand controlling the wheel, he shifting toward her, leaning his forearm on the center console. He brushed aside the hem of her skirt and began idly stroking her bare pussy, heedless of the other cars that sporadically passed them.

“Spread your thighs wider,” he ordered. “Let me in.”

After she did, he settled into a lazy pattern of stroking and petting her lips, nothing more. Miles passed before he changed the play and dipped inside her cleft. With a strangled groan, Lanie inched her thighs farther apart, giving him better access.

“You like this slow play, don’t you, baby? You’re nice and wet. Lift those hips and spread more for me.” Disinclined to protest when it felt so good, she raised her butt off the seat and splayed her thighs. Her reward was the deep tunneling of two of his broad fingers. Soon Lanie was a mass of trembling limbs and twitching muscles.

The car never swerved once as he played and when he came to an interchange, he pulled his hand free to signal and take the ramp. The car safely on the right course, he brought his wet fingers to his mouth and sucked them.

“Lord, Ethan. When you do that, I’m not sure whether to hide my eyes in embarrassment or jump your bones.”

“The latter, by all means.” He then licked his lips and sighed. “Mm, mm, you taste like sweet ambrosia.” With the traffic greatly thinned, he leaned over and opened the glove box. He pulled out a black velvet bag and handed it to her. “Put your feet on the dash, spread your legs and use this. Have fun with it, but you’re not allowed to come.”

Curious as to what ‘this’ was, she opened the pouch and removed a bright pink metal vibe. About four inches long, she turned it on, noting it had several settings: low, medium, high and pulsate.

“Start on low. We’ve still got an hour until we get there and I want you to last.”

Lanie got right to work, running the vibe all over her pussy, teasing her clit for a moment before trailing down her inner folds and slowly penetrating to the hilt. The short vibe didn’t go deep, instead it fit right against the sweet spot just inside toward the front. Unable to tolerate it long without coming, she moved the vibe all around returning every now and then to glide over it.

“Damn, baby, I could watch you play with that gorgeous pussy all day.”

She peeked up at him. His eyes were locked between her legs. “Hey! You’re supposed to be driving, not looking at me. Don’t get distracted and run us off the road.” Her voice was hoarse from breathing hard. She stopped all together when his hand found her again, spreading her lips.

“Turn it up to medium and tease your clit.”

With a slight shift of her fingers, the smooth metal toy made contact with her nerve center. Her lips fell open and she began to pant, trying to maintain control and not come as he ordered. Her half-lidded eyes switched to his face. He was dividing his attention between the road and her pussy. Not a good or safe way to travel.

“Respectfully, sir,” she gasped, “if you swerve, I’m stopping. This is as unsafe as texting and driving.”

With a growling sound of frustration, he released her. “You’re right. Its hands off for me from now on, but that doesn’t mean you can’t play. Switch it to pulse and slide it inside. Then unbutton your blouse. I want to see those beautiful tits move with every bump and pothole.”

Despite the orgasms he’d given her in the classroom, it was like she hadn’t come in a month. Being commanded to play with herself for their mutual enjoyment, only made her hotter. Immediately responsive to his orders, she opened her blouse and once bared to him, went back to playing with the vibe. When the car started jumping and thumping, she glanced up and saw that he was riding the yellow line of the shoulder and bumping along the row of reflectors. Opening her mouth to fuss over his distracted driving, she noticed his eyes were shifting between the road and her breasts, which jiggled and shook obscenely in the jerking, jouncing car. She also noticed his shit eating grin and had to laugh.

“You are quite naughty, professor, but your suspension and shocks aren’t going to be happy with you.”

“The show was worth it.” His grin became a leer as he reached across and tweaked a nipple. With one more ogling glance, he moved back onto the smooth road. Sighing, she returned to her play, content to be his own personal peep show if it pleased him.

By the time Ethan exited the highway onto a secondary road, Lanie had become a moaning, frustrated mess, and the car was full of the scent of her arousal. He slowed the car, searching for his landmark. A moment later, he down shifted and pulled onto a wooded lane, announcing, “Almost there. Turn that sucker on high and work your clit until we get there.”

Completely occupied with holding off an orgasm for the past hour, Lanie had no clue where ‘there’ was. And now he was challenging her to double her efforts and still not climax. Grunting and shuddering with each exhalation, she braced herself. It was all she could do, not to come as the vibe buzzed away on her sensitized clit.

The car hit a rut and jerked abruptly. Lanie yelped as the vibe slipped south and penetrated. Her eyes flew open to see why they were bouncing and jostling about. Ethan braked and slowed, having hit a rough patch of road.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t know the road would be so rough. You okay?”

She nodded vaguely, her body still humming. Sitting up, she saw a sprawling beach house up ahead, and although she was unable to fully appreciate it in the fading light, she could make out the lush yard, a host of well-tended flowers, and the dark blue of the ocean in the background. It was lovely, but her orgasm deprived body couldn’t process it all. She needed Ethan.

Fortunately, Ethan was in the same condition. After pulling into the drive and turning off the engine, his impatient hands slid his seat fully back. His pants were open and his boxer-briefs shoved down the next instant. Hard, long and weeping pre-cum from the tip, his cock sprang free.

“Come here,” he demanded roughly, “I have to have you right now.”

She scrambled across the middle console and climbed on top. Urgent with need, he guided her over his thighs and pulled her down onto him, impaling her with one upward thrust. Their matching groans was a chorus of ecstasy, a song of pure pleasure.

“I’ve wanted inside you since you walked into class wearing this short little skirt.” Gathering her hands in one of his, he anchored them at her back, which thrust out her breasts. Latching on, he sucked the tip hard, biting occasionally to keep his hold as she bounced and undulated on top of him. His other hand gripped her ass and urged her faster. She barely registered his fingers grip on her still tender behind, her sole focus on the pleasure he was building between her legs.

It was a furious joining of writhing bodies. Despite the cramped space and awkward positioning, they soon flew apart in each other’s arm. As Lanie came, she arched and her elbow hit the horn. Any other time she’d have been mortified, but during the height of her orgasm, she didn’t care who knew her husband was giving it to her in the front seat of their beamer. She screamed as he shouted, their cries of ecstasy rebounding off the glass in the steamy hot vehicle. They collapsed against each other, spent.

Ethan recovered first. “Welcome to The Cape, Lanie,”

“Cape Cod? Really?” she asked, twisting in his lap. “Oh, Ethan, how awesome. I’ve never been here before.”

He gently pried her away and helped her back to her seat. “You’re in for a treat. A weekend of full of sun, sand and relaxation. Plus, lots of sex.”

As she attempted to straighten her clothes, Ethan lifted his hips. Distracted, Lanie’s eyes fell to his zipper as he tucked himself. After an hour of teasing and a mind blowing release, she was a little muddled and fumbled with her buttons. Ethan noticed. Giving her a quick kiss, he brushed aside her hands and deftly finished up the remaining buttons on her blouse.

“Thank you for the surprise, honey.”

“You’re very welcome. Let’s go check out the house, get cleaned up and have dinner. Afterward, we’ll take a walk on the beach in the moonlight.”

“Perfect.” Her arms wrapped around his neck before he could get out and she whispered against his ear. “You can’t begin to imagine how much I love you, Ethan Fischer.”

He captured her chin with his broad palm and in the fading light of the evening, she saw his dark eyes glimmer with happiness. “I bet I can, baby.” He brushed his lips against hers softly, then grinned down at her with a flash of his dimple. “Let’s go explore.”

Chapter Eleven

They spent a glorious weekend in their private paradise. Work deadlines and pressures disappeared as they relaxed, made possible by Ethan and his insistence that Lanie unplug—no phone, iPad or internet, whatsoever. The gorgeous idyllic setting invited relaxation. Situated high on a bluff the three-story oceanfront home featured panoramic ocean views from almost every room, especially the master bedroom.

More of a suite, than a simple bedroom, it occupied the entire third floor with large picture windows on all four walls. In the mornings, upon waking in the massive king sized bed, a spectacular sunrise could be enjoyed without leaving the snug, comfort of bed. Or, if sleeping in was the preference, the smart windows could be activated to darken the room with the touch of a button. French doors exited onto a private balcony, which was the perfect vantage point for spotting the harbor porpoises and seals in the sparkling blue waters. Once they’d spotted a threesome of finbacks passing close to shore and whale watched as they sipped their morning coffee.

The house was perfect, the setting, beautiful and romantic, and without a care in the world, they slept late, ate mouthwatering local seafood, shopped like tourists and of course, they played.

Continuing the theme from the classroom, Lanie bratted it up in an Oscar-worthy performance of a naughty college co-ed, with Ethan in the role of stern sexy professor with whom she was having an illicit affair. Although it was a day at the office for Ethan, she got to play dress up. He’d packed for her, which meant skimpy bikinis and short skirts, for which he had a real affinity. A few of the skirts were so short they could have easily passed for belts and when she bent, squatted, or reached for something overhead, she showed everything—literally, baring the whole shebang—because Ethan had conveniently forgotten to pack panties. Being butt naked beneath her skirt tempted his hands repeatedly. He made an obvious effort to drop things for her to pick up or would ask her to retrieve something from a high shelf. Naturally, she played along.

He’d paired the skirts with cute tops mostly in pinks and rose, all short enough to give ample glimpses of her navel. She loved all of them except for one, which was too over the top and led to the only blip in their otherwise perfect weekend.

On Saturday, when they climbed out of bed after a morning of sleeping in and making love. Ethan made breakfast—okay, technically it was brunch being served a few minutes before noon—surprising her with cinnamon French toast, her favorite. He served it with juice on the deck while they watched the waves roll in only yards away. Afterward, he sent her upstairs to shower and change into the outfit he’d laid out on the bed. They were going sightseeing, followed by an afternoon of exploring the shops in town like tourists.

She practically skipped up the stairs in her eagerness to see what he’d picked out. She found a small stack of folded clothes where he promised. On top was vintage denim mini with a ruffled hem, which she loved. It sat low on her hips and although it barely reached mid-thigh, Ethan had considerately added a pair of panties. On first look, they appeared to be conservative white panties with a cute bow in front, but the back was a sheer mesh panel with three rows of small ruffles. Her man evidently liked ruffles. Sweet in the front but very naughty in the back, at least they gave her a small measure of coverage beneath her short skirt. Thankfully, he had included a matching bra—white, lightly padded with demi cups. Nice.

Then she reached for the pink top that was folded neatly under white anklets. She shook out the short pink tank with the giant pink and white polka dot bow emblazoned on the front. The graphic would hit right at her boobs, right above the signature of Minnie Mouse, the I’s dotted with little hearts. She frowned. Nope! Not gonna happen. She and the ditzy Disney mouse did not get along. Refolding it, she tucked the hideous bow out of sight and left it where she found it. He was
so
not funny. She went to the dresser and searched through the other options, coming across another pink top—a fitted scoop neck Henley. Perfect.

She was leaning into the mirror applying lip gloss when she heard him come up the stairs. Watching his reflection, she saw him pause in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb. His gazed promptly locked onto her butt. Definitely, an ass man.