c1. a love poem to my sensual barok

i drove mostly close to the middle island side of the road because that made sure no one could see what we were doing. if someone happened to look down to inside the van from my side, the driver side, for sure she can be seen with her breasts out fully exposed, her legs spread while my hand caressing her between her legs. at that point in time, she was already completely oblivious of where we were and couldn't have cared less if anyone saw us. at the start, she was making small efforts at covering herself up, either pulling down her skirt or putting her blouse together but at that point, she no longer did that. no energy? too much lust? her blouse was almost fully open now and and her skirt almost completely up exposing her pusi. she used to ask me to stop what i was doing when i had to stop the car for a stoplight or when i get into a crawl because of the traffic, but that didn't seem to matter now. makati streets are quite narrow and vehicles are normally just inches away from each other. that was the situation we were in. but that didn't seem to matter to her anymore. at that point, the only thing that mattered was her desire for me to satisfy her. and that suited me just fine because i was consumed by a desire to give her pleasure.

i didn't tell her, but i thought a man saw what we were doing. he was riding a bus and i was always conscious of buses driving on her side as they had a direct view down to the window of the van. whenever i saw a bus come up to her side, i would either slow down to a crawl to let it overtake me or drive faster to outpace it. but those kinds of decisions i can do when i paid attention to the side view mirror. at that time i wasn't.

i was enjoying at watching my finger move in and out of her pusi. she had very sexy singit, it had no marks and it wasn't darker than the rest of her. it was so sexy looking at her fair skin and her pinkish pusi getting wet. i was enjoying all that when i saw this man inside the bus turning his head to look back at us when the bus he was riding sped by. i could see him straining to look back. i was almost certain he saw us as when the bus he was riding stopped and i gained on the bus, i saw his face again pressed on the window glass straining to get a look at the van we were in. when i saw that, i just stepped on the breaks and let the bus move ahead. i got loud horns blowing from the vehicles at our back because i stopped in the middle of the street. my virgin didn't notice that we stopped nor the loud horns that erupted when i did that. her screamlets filled the van, though lower in volume than the horns, i suppose that was all that she heard as she felt my finger go in and out of her.

for me, visual images add so much to the pleasure of it all. it's the reason i like mirrors and i suppose the same reason many motels have mirrors on the ceilings of their rooms. i could feel her wet pusi take my finger inside it, i could feel the wetness and the shapes of inside of her but the whole visual seeing my finger going inside her was adding a lot to it plus the movements her hips were doing. its seeing whats happening, how much she enjoyed it that pushed the sensation even more. i could see her moving at times desperately to get more of it, moving faster; at times in other directions, perhaps trying to get the most. she wasn't the type who spoke and said what she wanted, the screamlets pre-occupied her, but she was the type who moved to get what she wanted.

there is something very raw in seeing a woman spread her legs and move to get more pleasure. its not just a kind of surrender, its also an eloquent statement of wanting more, of not getting enough and at the same time of getting what is desired. its the small movements of adjustments, to the wild and sharp thrust. i could almost see the lines and waves her movements were making. i follow the movements as well as i go against it or move away from her movements. i follow her movements because that means i have hit a good spot. i go against her movement to accentuate pleasure that she feels. and i move away from her movements to tease her, to make her want more. it was strange that even though i could not concentrate too much on it, because i was driving and could not keep my eyes on her the whole time and they were really small movements but i saw all of it, like it was in slow motion, like someone was making a schematic drawing of it in front of me.

i wish we were not in the van. i would have watched her the whole time and take so much pleasure from doing that. it was very fitting that i saw all those movements of pleasure from her while we were in the van, also moving along the streets of makati.