As they'd ridden along, Steve idly jerked off his cock through his pants. It had grown stronger each time he'd jerked it and when suddenly the young blond girl shifted her position on the seat, the foot under her buttocks had moved exposing their beautiful curves. And to Steve's utter astonishment, the girl hadn't been wearing any panties. His eyes had widened and his heart had begun thundering.

Then she'd changed her position altogether and pulled her foot out from beneath her. Her entire bare bottom had come into view, her ass crease, even her asshole. But most of all, he had had a sudden, sharp view of her cunt, with its sweet blond hairs covering the sensitive cunt lips. Before she was seated properly, he'd also caught a brief glimpse of the pinkness of her small virginal lips. It was at this point his prick had exploded in his trousers!

Melissa touched his lap. "Yes," she said lightly, "but if you are uncomfortable, it's no trouble. Besides, you might be a little hungry, no?" She tried to kiss him again and this time he let her lips brush over his.

"No, just thirsty. But not all that much… Melissa." She kissed him again, a soft, gentle peck on his nose and when she pulled back, he let out a long sigh.

"Steve.?"

"Yes?"

"Was it a. was it a good one?"

"What?" He knew very well what she meant and he felt a hot flush of embarrassment. He'd never discussed anything sexual with anyone. He felt the old familiar trembling, the shuddering, the anxiousness begin to steal and creep all over his body. Then he began to smell his own sweat.

"You know."

He shivered and looked away. She was holding his knee. He loved the feel of her fingers. They were strong, firm, insistent as they caressed him.