Lola's deft fingers slid along his thigh, rising high to touch the hard, protruding outline of his painfully throbbing penis. As she smoothed her fingers over it the newscaster moaned with desire.

"Let me take that poor hard thing out," Lola said, hoarsely, fumbling with the catch of the zipper before tugging it downward.

The unzipping sound was loud and obscene in the confines of the silver-blue Mustang. Outside the wind rustled through the trees bordering the two-story house.

They were utterly alone. What they did on their own property was their business, Andy thought, gritting his teeth as he felt Lola's fingers tugging at the rock-hard flesh of his pulsing cock. She pulled at it until it bobbed into sight, standing tall and erect beneath the steering wheel.

"Oh, so nice and hard!" Lola murmured, feeling its girth in her palm. "All for me, lover?"

When she talked like that, Andy always felt as though he was going to blow sky high, and this time was no exception.

"Come on…" he said, motioning for them to get out of the car and go into the house.

"No…" Lola whispered, squeezing his impatiently throbbing penis harder. "Here. Let's stay right here."

Andy abruptly remembered that he could, with the mere push of a button, send the seat – both seats in fact – reclining backward; it was a special option and he and Lola had gotten just about every special gadget that was available for the car. So far they hadn't used this one gimmick. But now was the perfect time to try it out. Andy reached under the dash and with a low whirring sound both seats slowly went back so that the married couple could lie completely prone.

His hands still encircling his wife's tiny waist, Andy could feel her struggling with one hand to slip down her panties. Never one for wasting time, his Lola; not when she'd decided to get into the thing anyway! Hurriedly, he too undid his belt and pulled his pants and shorts down.