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Reneé Elizabeth Duncan (better known as Red, for her initials and the red hair on her head and between her legs) was driving along I-90 in her hot white sports car, when she began resting her right hand on the gear shift. Accidentally, her hand slid down onto the gear shift, and she found herself circling it with her small, dainty fingers. After a few minutes, she realized the similarity between the gear shift and other upright items she was familiar with and thought immediately of her lover, Lance.

After several more minutes, she realized that her box was moistening ever so slightly, and the more she thought about her wetness and the strong, upright item in her right hand, the more her juices flowed.

She left I-90 at the Fuller Road Exit, ducked under the overpass, and took the left on Washington Avenue, and re-entered I-90, going back home. It was only during the turns that she reluctantly released her grip on the gear shift. When she was finally heading back home, her grip alternately was tracing the leather seams, pressing the finger grips, and slowly raising her skirt, feeling her stockings where they ended at her garter belt. By the time she had crossed the Patroon Island Bridge, the seat of her car was moistened by her juices, and she was breathing heavily.

She pulled into her garage, and immediately began unbuttoning her silk blouse, revealing her satin Teddy, and releasing her now hardened nipples to the cool air. She entered her house, and stopped only long enough to kick off her shoes and slip out of her skirt.

As she walked down the hall, she could see Lance sitting on the couch, reading the paper, one hand idly rubbing his member.

He looked up to see Red standing at the edge of the couch, now only in her satin tap pants and silk lace bra. She was removing her silk stockings and garter belt and his cock immediately grew, pushing up against his slacks.

He watched in fascination as Red drew her light blue Teddie over her head, revealing her lovely pink nipples. He stood and without a word, lowered his pants to the floor and stepped out of them.

Red now quickly stepped out of her champagne colored tap pants, never taking her eyes away from his hardened, erect cock.

Lance reached for her and lifted her off her feet, layed her gently on the couch, opened her thighs and lowered himself to his knees. He feasted on the sight of her dripping, swollen pussy and listened to her low moans of anticipated pleasure.