It was a lovely party! The casual acquaintances had bailed out an hour or so earlier, and we were among the hard core of old friends. It was late, but abandoning good conversation did not appeal. When Alex and I finally headed out into the night, it was with the sense that we weren’t finished yet, secret energy waiting to be tapped.

We’d taken the new sports car. It’s such a tiny thing that climbing in always reminds me a bit of restraints. Leather-padded bondage with a stick shift and room for two. Nice! I backed out of the driveway, Alex waving at the porch one more time before settling into the “just us” intimacy of the car’s cockpit. We turned toward home, an hour away.

We drove through a strip of neon bars and “gentlemen’s” clubs toward the on-ramp. I ran the engine up a few notches getting onto the highway, enjoying the raw power of the thing. We merged, and I worked on settling the car into a steady cruise while Alex turned to fish her purse out of the clutter collected on the laughably small back seat.

She rummaged quietly through her purse, eventually making a small “aha!” noise and lifting out a tangle of wires and hot-pink plastic that tugged at the corner of my eye. I turned and realized that my naughty girl had brought along her newest vibrator, and was tooling up to use it here in the car. Blonde curls tossing wildly, she gave me her best pirate grin and started unbuttoning her pants.

This vibrator is the “double-bullet” kind, with a control box and two long-ish leads connected to two powerful mini-vibrators. It’s excellent for stimulating two points at once, say a clit and an anus. It’s also good for couples play, one for you and one for a friend, which is what my Alex had in mind.

Pants and undies discarded on the floor, she eased the seat backward until she lay looking up at my face. I divided my attention between watching her set up the vibrator (one bullet slid between her labia, her eyes closing as she brushed her clit, the second bullet deeper into her pussy) and trying to pilot the touchy European muscle car on a eight-lane highway.

Alex picked up the little pink box, slid a switch, and gasped loudly as the vibrations hit. She tensed her back, and then slowly exhaled a moan, relaxing back into the seat. Her eyes found mine again as her right hand slid between her legs to start rubbing and teasing her clit. I drove, listening to her breathing and moaning as she fell into a long chain of orgasms. The smell of her pussy had completely filled the small space. I realized that my rapidly rising cock was trapped under my seatbelt.

I reached down into my jeans and unkinked my cock, freeing it to grow into a full erection. Watching this, Alex popped loose one of the vibrators and began pressing it against different places on the front of my jeans. Eventually, she found a spot right below the tip and the vibrations went through me like an electric shock.

The car swerved, just a little, as my cock began to throb with my rapid pulse. She worked the bullet up and down my shaft, alternating vibrator and fingers until I was near orgasm, and then backing off to slow me down. Somewhere along the way, I became aware that we were being passed a lot, and then I noticed I’d sort of forgotten about giving the car any gas. I goosed it, and soon we were pacing traffic again, just another car, don’t mind us. Alex threw her head back and moaned loudly as her bullet overwhelmed her one more time, nearby traffic oblivious to her pleasure.

We drove on through the night for another half hour or so, me balanced on the edge of coming in my jeans and Alex swept away over and over again, moaning and catching her breath, blonde curls over one eye and a flush on her face. We finally made it home, very late, the evening’s secret energy spent on passion and sweat. We kissed there in the dark driveway, leaning against the warm car, and then walked up our front stairs hand in hand, on our way to bed.