I saw a car with it’s windows fogged up the other day, and I thought about when I was a teenager and fogged up windows. I’d like to think it would be much better now…
I would not shy away from probing hands seeking my most tender parts. I would open wide, displaying my body. I would push into probing fingers, reveling in the sensations.
My head thrown back, fingers digging into masculine arms, hips thrusting against curious hands – I would be a wild, wanton woman. I would allow the orgasm to crash into me. I would not be fearful of my own body’s reaction, cumming over and over again, splashing and gushing. I would inhale deeply the smell of my own sex and smile.
I would fill the car with my screams and moans. I would thrash around, giving into the delicious feeling of a man’s hands on my pussy and tits. I would arch into his mouth as he nipped and nibbled at sensitive nipples.
If I had the opportunity to fog up windows again, I would wrap myself around him, kissing and touching. I would allow my own hands to wander, seeking his hardness beneath his pants. I would lick my lips in anticipation as I discovered his hard cock already dripping with precum.
Oh, if I had the opportunity to fog up windows like a teenager again, I would be so much better at it.