My Favorite Sexual Sin Memory. Part 1.

We have all had our kinky, outrageous, and unforgettable sexual experiences. There is nothing more satisfying then to "click" with someone, and have the chemistry to lose all inhibitions that so many people have, and just let go, and go with it. Those times, that only time, opportunity, and desire let us experience.  The one that you will never forget, no matter the days gone by, or a fading memory of a once passionate relationship. We evolve, and life goes on. We change, and we adapt. We are constantly searching for that stimulation both physically, and emotionally like a hungered cougar searching for it's next meal. Simply delicious. To me sexual pleasure is similar to a drug high. Once you have had the "oh glory hallelujah!" moment with someone, you will search to achieve it again, and again. I have so many wonderful memories, but I do have my special moment that leaves me wanting to one up it, just once. It was just perfect. The mood, the moment, the risk, the passion. It all came together.

It was a summertime weekend, and without much notice my boyfriend asked me if I wanted to go for a drive. We were going to go up north to visit his Dad, and just hang out for the day. It was so hot, and no air conditioning in the car, so I dressed in a comfortable summer dress, and not much else. We left mid afternoon, and both in playful moods, were chattering, and laughing as we headed down the road. I remember the windows down and the hot summer air blowing my hair around. I had kicked off my sandals and stuck my feet up on the dash, all while tapping my toes to the music. The wind had started to blow the hem of my summer dress midway up my thigh, and looking from my thighs to his eyes, I saw he had noticed it as well. He got this grin on his face, and a hand on my thigh. Both telling me I was asking for trouble. I remember smiling and putting my head back on the seat with my eyes closed. I felt his hand running up and down my thigh, and moving it up further and further every time. I knew at that moment I was gonna get laid, and it was going to be a good one.

I don't know why I did this, other then to say I was getting turned on, and still feeling quite playful, but I left my right foot on the dash, and swung my left one over his head, and on the back of his seat. I had turned my body with my back against the door. I looked at him, smiled and put my head on the open window part of the door. His hand slid up thigh and finding no resistance from panties, I closed my eyes closed, and felt my hair blowing in the wind, without a care in the world I let myself go. It was insane, it was broad daylight, and I didn't care. I could hear trucks going by, and still offered no resistance or shame in what I was doing. It just felt so right, like I was right where I needed to be. If I would have known that it was only going to get more intense, and risky as the night wore on, it may have frightened me.