241015例の車に乗って叡智なことされたe9

The sun was just setting, casting a warm orange glow over the quiet suburban street. Kiriko, a shy 20-year-old Japanese student, was walking home from the library, her arms weighed down with heavy textbooks. As she turned the corner onto her block, a sleek black car pulled up beside her.

The tinted window rolled down, revealing a wry smile and piercing blue eyes. “Kiriko, right? Need a lift?” The man leaned over to pop open the passenger side door, his voice smooth and inviting.

Kiriko hesitated, glancing towards her house at the end of the street. Her mother would never approve of getting in a car with a stranger, not even one who seemed to know her name. But Kiriko’s feet ached from the long walk, and the car seat looked so soft and comfortable…

She bit her lip, rationalizing that nothing bad could happen in broad daylight. Climbing in, she slid the backpack off her shoulders. “Thank you kindly, sir. I appreciate the ride.”

The man chuckled as he pulled back into traffic. “Please, call me Hiroshi. And it’s my pleasure. I’ve heard such wonderful things about you, Kiriko. You’re quite the brainy little thing, aren’t you?” His gaze flicked over her body appreciatively.

Kiriko blushed at the compliment, unconsciously straightening her posture. “Oh, well, I study hard. Definitely not the smartest though.”

“Modest too. I like that.” Hiroshi reached over to give her knee a friendly squeeze, his hand slowly sliding higher up her thigh. “So tell me, studious one, what’s your favorite subject?”

Kiriko swallowed hard, both nerves and illicit enjoyment sparking through her body at his touch. “Um, I-I really enjoy biochemistry…”

“Mmm, is that so? Fascinating field…” As he spoke, his fingers crept higher, skimming along the delicate skin of her inner thigh beneath her uniform skirt. “You must be very gifted to excel in it.”

The car slowed to a stop at a red light, giving him the opportunity to boldly cup the whole of her cunt, pressing insistently against the dampened cotton of her panties. Kiriko gasped, eyes wide, planting her hands on his to try to push him away.

“This is so naughty! We shouldn’t…” she panted, even as her hips subtly bucked into his kneading palm. “We’re in public!”

“Shh, don’t worry. It will be our little secret.” Hiroshi shushed her, leaning over to murmur into her ear. “Just relax and enjoy.” His other hand popped open the button of her skirt, sliding inside to feel the warm, wet folds of her pussy directly. “Now, let’s see how many leverage points and equilibrium constants you can rattle off before you cum for me, my clever girl.”

Kiriko shuddered at the imposing words, struggling to maintain her wits as he began to stroke the throbbing bud of her clit. Breathy whimpers spilled from her redoubled efforts to recall facts and formulas:

“The human body’s waist-to-Height ratio, uhhh, usually falls between 0.5 and 0.7, and…mmm-hhhm…theproperties of ammonia are…” Each muttered phrase dissolved into kittenish moans as Hiroshi worked her over, two fingers pumping insistently at her tight entrance as his thumb strummed her clit.

Kiriko wriggled and squirmed against the seat, fighting the insistent coil of pleasure winding within her. Hiroshi seemed determined to prove her theory about synergy being greater than the sum of any one part. His talented touch, the illicit thrill of being so shamelessly manhandled in plain sight, the erotic sensation of him murmuring study prompts and praise – it all conspired to drive Kiriko closer and closer to the edge of climax.

“Second law of thermodynamics states that the total entropy, hhhhnh…of any energy transfer or transformation…is always…” Before she could finish the formula, her cunt clenched hard around his fingers and she went off like a bright seismometer, bucking and spasming against his hand as her orgasm crashed over her in relentless waves.

“Mmm, good girl,” Hiroshi purred, redoubling his caresses to wring out every last tremor and twitch as she shook apart in his grasp. He gently extricated his sopping fingers and brought them to his mouth, enjoying a decadent taste before helping Kiriko to compose herself.

The rest of the drive passed in pleasant conversation, Hiroshi offering to run her to class again any time and Kiriko drifting in a euphoric haze, secretly delighted at the promise of future academic tutoring. When they finally pulled up in front of her house, Kiriko leaned over to place a shy thank you kiss on Hiroshi’s cheek, letting her lips linger a moment longer than was strictly proper.

“Thank you again for the ride,” she said breathlessly, clutching her books. “It was…extremely thoughtful of you.”

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do to further your education,” Hiroshi replied, eyes glinting.

Kiriko offered him one last ambiguous smile before slipping out of the car and hurrying up the walkway, knowing her mother would be waiting for her. Though she couldn’t help but steal one last glance back at the departing sedan, already anticipating the deliciously inappropriate rigors of her next study session with her improvised tutor.