California glamgal

Sunshine glints off the classic Buick. Sandy slides in behind the wheel, her blond hair catching light like spun gold. She stretches one long leg, skirt riding up to show the curve of her ass, then lets the hem slip higher. The engine hums low while her fingers trace the tops of her thighs, moving higher with lazy certainty. She pulls the shirt open, small breasts bare to the open sky, nipples tightening in the breeze. Her hand drifts lower, palm flattening over the heat between her legs, pressing, circling. The skirt bunches at her waist. Panties slide down smooth thighs and drop to the floorboard. Naked now, she leans back, legs parted on the leather seat, one hand teasing slick folds while the other squeezes a breast. Her hips lift to meet each slow stroke, breath quickening. The car rocks gently with every deliberate thrust of her fingers. She bites her lip, eyes half-lidded, lost in the rhythm she sets for herself.