Lovers' Lane
It is a warm, spring night. Adam is driving you in his blue convertible through the hills surrounding Los Angeles. The wind blows though your hair, relaxing you as you lean your head completely back to watch the stars. When you reach the top of the hill, you pull into a clearing. He turns off the engine and snakes an arm around your shoulders.
"We're here Love," he whispers in your ear, lightly kissing along your jaw and down your neck. Your lean back up to look around. His kisses have now moved to the vee of cleavage exposed by the short black cocktail dress you've worn. Your hands come into his hair, holding his head as he moves aside the material, and his tongue searches for your nipple.
As you look around, you notice you are not completely alone. There are about 4 other cars scattered around the clearing overlooking the twinkling city. "Adam, where are we?"
"Lover's Lane," he looks up at you from your chest.
"Uh...Adam..." you reach down and pull your dress back over your chest, blushing.
"Hang on a second." He pushes a button on the dash and the car's roof begins to extend up over you, eventually connecting with the windshield. "Better?" You nod, still sorta shyly. You just don't have quite the exhibitionist genes Adam seems to. Adam reclines the back of the seat and when it meets the seat behind you, it almost forms a bed. You stare at Adam, constantly amazed at his ingenuity when it comes to sex. "It's my car," he defends. "What's the point of a custom build if it's not...custom?"
You smile and roll your eyes, no longer protesting as he lays you back, moves your hands above your head and resumes bathing your breasts in kisses. Adam sits back on his heels long enough to scoot your dress up your body and over your head. He soon makes quick work of you undergarments and his own tight-fitting clothes as well, a true escape artist. He lays down over you, supporting his weight on his elbows. His hand begins to knead your breast but the intensity of his kisses on your mouth have made you more than ready for him. You part your legs and bring your hips up to grind against his arousal. He smiles against your mouth and enters you. He moves inside you fast and then slow and then fast again, driving you to the edge of insanity just before you tumble over the edge of ecstasy. With a few more strokes, he too climaxes, then lays by your side, holding you tight.
Adam pulls a blanket over the both of you, then hits the button for the canopy with his toe. As the roof recedes, a starry vista replaces it. You fall asleep in each others arms watching shooting stars cross the milky way.
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