Since she hadn't dated much, Vicky couldn't call on much past experience. And being a tomboy of sorts, she wasn't all that sought after as a date. But she'd kissed a few guys in the back seats of cars. The back seat of her father's limousine, that is… with the chauffeur peeking in the mirror.

"Ohhhh… why won't it come?" Vicky couldn't find a boy's face or body she was really happy with. So she made up her dream guy. The one she thought of when she put on her nighty. The one she'd put together as her secret God who someday would come and kiss her and make everything perfect. He was slender and blond with a wide face and sensuous lips. Maybe he even had a blond mustache. And he had green eyes. She was bananas about green eyes. The more she thought of this dream lover, the more intense her pleasure became. Now her fingers were slick to the second knuckles. She had all of them in her slit, her middle finger pushed deep into her pussy as her thumb continued to stroke thrills from her clit. And then with a shivering convulsion she felt herself glide upwards… upwards. The nipples of her breasts had suddenly grown stiff and super sensitive. She rubbed them savagely, her hand up under her blouse now as her hips plunged up and down on the seat. Her blond dream-lover was making love to her with his perfect cock. His perfect lips touched hers, forced them open. His perfect hands caressed her feverish body as he plunged deep, penetrating her to the hilt.

"Yuhhhhh… Nuhhhh…" she groaned, biting her lip, pretending it was her made-up ravisher. And she pretended it was his hands petting her firm, high breasts, smoothing her belly. She came with a jerk, bumping her head against the dividing arm of the seat. She'd slid down so far that her trim ass hung off the edge of her cushion. And the slippery flood of juice made hot lines down her thighs as she worked her body like a snake to feel every bit of heaven she could.