IKEA Chairs

My FB and I went to IKEA to buy some chairs for my new house. The chairs were loaded into the boot and we set off back on the drive home.

As soon as I hit the freeway her hand wandered to between my legs, stroking gently through my shorts, feeling me grow hard in her hands, squeezing me to full length. My cock was straining against its cage, and she could feel it. "Want me to help with that?" she asked.

Before I had a chance to answer her fingers had slid down my zip. She reached into my pants and freed my now rock hard cock, stroking it slowly, letting out a little sigh as her free hand wandered between her own legs. I tried to reach across, but my hand was slapped away. "You have to focus on driving!" She said sternly, but with a wry smile.

Then she loosened her seatbelt and before I knew it her head was in my lap. I lifted my arm and began to stroke the back of her neck as her wet lips encased my head, sucking hard as she fed me down to the back of her throat, then slowly sliding back up, releasing me with a 'pop' from her suction. This kept on for about 15 minutes, driving past other cars, hoping no-one would see, but not caring as it felt sooo good.

As we reached the end of the freeway, she took me from her mouth, placed my still hard cock back in my pants and delicately zipped me up. "That's it for now..." she said coyly. I love it when she teases.

At home we unloaded the flat-pack chairs, all the while her acting as if nothing had happened. Any advance by me was brushed off, so I got to building the chairs.

I proudly stood the first one up, and then it happened. "How about we test it out?" she suggested, reaching under her mini-dress and slipping off her knickers. Before I could answer she had pushed me down on the chair, unzipping my shorts again and yanking them down to my ankles. My cock was still stirred from the drive and didn't take much enticing from her fingers and mouth before it was at full-strength again. She straddled me, slipping me into her, straight up to the hilt, moaning all the way. She was so wet and warm, squeezing her soft inner flesh around my shaft and gyrating her hips back and forward, grinding me so hard. I rocked back and let out a guttural moan, cumming deep inside her as her pussy spasmed over my cock, milking it dry as she struggled for breath. We composed ourselves and finished making the chairs.

But now I always make it a habit to invite her whenever I go to IKEA.