MILF 6 – Tina does a Sexy Striptease

MILF 1 – Meet sassy MILF Tina and discover her naughty secret

MILF 2 – Walking a dog, Tina manages to catches someone’s attention

MILF 3 – Join Tina and Lisa for a bubbly girl’s night in

MILF 4 – A Valentine’s Date encourages Tina’s honesty

MILF 5 – Intrepid Tina writes a kiss and tell blog post

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Now for her latest antics …

MILF 6 – Tina parks up in a country lane for a sexy striptease

Tina climbed into the driver’s seat and shut the door. As she turned the key the radio burst into life, playing her favourite song of the moment, so she belted out the chorus as she drove to work. Although the flower shop was quiet for customers, Tina’s mind was busy all day thinking about her next blog post. She hadn’t seen Ash recently, so she planned on digging into some pleasantly saucy memories.

Once she’d put the children to bed, she opened the laptop and began to type, safely in the privacy of her bedroom. What was it about guys and their cars? They always expected you to be impressed by the speed or the shine or the leather interior. That’s how it was with Roland who had always referred to his undoubtedly impressive car as ‘the beast’. For the purpose of her blog Tina had decided to name him “Driving Gloves.”

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Driving Gloves is very particular about his car, he gets it valeted regularly so it’s always shiny and clean when he takes me out. On this occasion we’d enjoyed a tasty Italian meal and some red wine, now he was driving me home.

“This is pretty,” I admired as the road took us through a chocolate box village with a pond and a green. “I don’t usually come this way.”

Actually I didn’t know where I was! But he was driving the winding country roads with confidence and, in the cocoon of his luxury car, I felt safe.

Driving Gloves turned the wheel, taking a narrow turning, taking us down more of a cart track than a road. The car’s suspension was good but I giggled, wasn’t he worried about mud? Then he stopped the car and killed the engine.

He leaned across the central console, consuming me with hungry eyes, pulling my face closer, our lips crushed in a hungry kiss. I lost myself to the sensation, and as his agile tongue teased, my own hungry need unfurled.

“Strip for me,” he demanded, lust lending his voice an urgent, feral rasp.

Although I was startled, I was turned on too and my hand quickly went to the neck of my button through dress.

“Not here, out there,” he gestured beyond the car’s bonnet.

When Driving Gloves flicked a switch, the headlights of the car illuminated a patch of grass, showing we were at the entrance to a field with a five-bar gate as the backdrop. It was the middle of nowhere, off the road and surrounded by fields – I was up for that challenge.

“Just call me Deadly Nightshade,” I laughed as I swung open the door and stepped out of the car.

The ground was firm, my heeled boots did not sink in, which I was glad about. My pulse kicked up, thinking what I was about to do. I always loved a game of dare, and this was no different.

Stepping round the front of the car, the blaze from its headlights meant that I couldn’t see the interior, Driving Gloves’ face was hidden, which made my task easier. I did wish for some music, but I decided to hum my favourite song to myself while I stripped, as it would help me move.

I turned my back to him and struck a pose with my hands above my head, then I let the fingers of one hand trail along the other arm, I flipped my long hair over to one side of my head and stroked my throat as a lover would. Slowly I began to unfasten a button at a time, until the dress gaped open and my breasts were displayed in the confines of a sexy bra.

I cupped and caressed my breasts, betting that by now Driving Gloves’ flies were open and his throbbing dick grasped in his hand. I made a big show of bringing a finger to my lips, licked and sucked it suggestively, then tipped my nipple out of the bra cup to circle that damp digit around and around. I have to tell you, it felt good.

Bumping and grinding to the song only I could hear, I continued unbuttoning my dress. Casting a look towards where Driving Gloves sat it said “I’ll bet you wish these were your hands!” then skimmed my ribs and stroked my tummy. Teasingly I dipped the tips of my fingers just inside the waistband of my lacy knickers.

“Oooh la la!” I projected, “teasing is so much fun.”

Next I turned my back on the car and flicked my dress up over my back. I bent forward to arch and stick out my arse, which is peachy, so I knew it looked good. My feet in the knee high leather boots were planted wide apart. When I looked over my shoulder I gave my rear a hard slap … but that’s when I saw headlights bouncing up the track from the opposite direction.

Was someone driving up from the farm? I grabbed my dress around my body and frantically pulled at the door catch.

“Drive!” I yelled.

Driving Gloves looked startled, he’d been well on the way to cumming, before we were so rudely interrupted. His cock was drooling precum and looked deliciously engorged. For a nanosecond I felt flattered, before I reset to my panicked state.

“Someone’s coming. Drive!” I urged him.

He pulled himself together enough to switch on the engine and throw the car into reverse.

I kept looking in the direction from which the lights were approaching us. I made a little squeal as Driving Gloves  peeled away from our parking spot and headed back to the road. We bumped around a lot more than before, because he was taking the track faster, but we managed to get onto the road and make a left turn. Once he put his foot down, the danger of discovery was over.

I felt giddy with adrenaline, and still fizzing with lust from my strip routine, so at first it didn’t occur to me that my dress was undone and my goodies were on display.

“You looked great out there,” Driving Gloves growled, negotiating a roundabout to turn his car into a more familiar street.

“Thanks! I had fun.” I started to pull my dress around me.

“I wish you wouldn’t, we have unfinished business.” He reached across to lay a possessive hand on the top of my right thigh.

I stopped trying to fasten buttons and let the dress lie open, my pussy and tits covered only by the satin and lace of my bra and panties. My skin was tinted a sickly colour by the amber street lights and I knew if we stopped at traffic lights, people could see in, but like I said, I enjoy a dare.

“Are we going to your place?” I asked, looking at his handsome profile. Driving Gloves nodded his head.

Of course he had a garage operated by a remote control. He drove his car in, so I could stay in my half dressed state until we entered the house. He led me silently to his living space, lots of gadgets, glass and chrome, typical of him. Driving Gloves sat in an armchair and asked me to carry on where I left off.

Turning my back, I let the dress slide seductively from my shoulders until I stood in my boots and underwear, poking my butt towards him. I stroked each cheek reverently, then reached round to spank the butt cheek I hadn’t slapped before we were interrupted. When I looked at him over my shoulder, his hand was almost a blur, fisting and pumping the swell of his erection.

“Let me help you with that,” I purred, in my best Bond girl style.

Without waiting for permission, I knelt in front of him and wrapped my lips around the crown of his cock. It was coated in salty goodness so I hummed my lusty appreciation, which vibrated down to his balls and made him groan. I needed to handle those balls, massaging and shifting them in my warm hands, which made his member pulse in response. I lowered my mouth down on his length, feeling it nudge at the back of my throat. It was a good kind of nudge so I repeated the up and down motion to enjoy it a few more times.

“Enough,” he gasped, “I want to come on your tits.”

“Be my guest,” I smiled. “I’ll get myself off,” so I slid my hands inside my knickers where my pussy was hot and wet.

Driving Gloves continued to pleasure himself, watching my hands with fascination. I rubbed at my pussy with one and teased each nipple in turn with the other. As soon as his hips began to jerk involuntarily, I knew he was close. I focused my rubbing and tapping on the button of my clit, tugging harder on my nipples until I was doused with hot and cold sensations simultaneously. A great want inside me began to roil as the walls of my kitty throbbed into climax around my probing fingers.

Almost simultaneously the man in front of me commenced pumping spurts of warm jism over my chest, rocking his pelvis and groaning his satisfaction. A little cum hit my face and my lips, which I licked away. The familiar sweet/salt taste of it made me throb a little more, so I scooped up a fingerful and lapped it like a cat on milk.

“So sexy,” he breathed, “C’mere my sexy, dirty girl.”

“Deadly Nightshade,” I reminded him as I leaned in for a kiss.

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Once again Tina had used artistic licence, splicing together two separate occasions, but she supposed that’s what people preferred to read. A minor mishap made events seem real, but still saucy fun. A big old cock-up, like a Police car arriving, asking what you were up to, because they’d received a phone call about suspicious lights near the farm house, wasn’t sexy.

No, that hadn’t been sexy at all.

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4 thoughts on “MILF 6 – Tina does a Sexy Striptease”

  1. I’ve had an incident or two with the police. Apparently having sex in a car, even isolated, is indecent exposure. It was very indecent, but I argue the exposure side. Lol

    Tina’s blog is coming along nicely. Hopefully she gets more fodder soon 😉

    1. That makes sense (sort of) Mrs K – thanks so much for reading & commenting. Pretty sure Tina will be at the keyboard again soon.

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