It had been a long road trip, and a very enjoyable one. We both love getting away and making a mess of the sheets in really nice Hotel knowing we don’t need to clean them or re make the bed.
Now we where on the way home and had just pulled in for petrol - she said stay there ill do it your driving
We had only met some months back but we hit it off from our first meeting, two, I guess mature, people looking to enjoy life after having done all of what life expected of us - it was our time now.
The car filled and paid for she slid back into the passenger seat, knowingly and slowly she smiled as she opened her legs and made sure her dress was high enough to expose her newly waxed crack. “What are you looking at Driver” - I played along “Nothing sorry nothing just making sure you were ok “ “I’m fine - lets drive, you dirty old man”, she laughed -“Slut, I grinned back” she warmly squeezed my thigh and we took off.
After about 5 mins I asked if she had gotten coffee for us - she said I think we’ve had enough today, anyway I got something better, much better. She bent down and from her bag revealed a pack of Maltesers.

What’s this I’m not a kid - what she did next was worth the trip back to childhoods favourite sweet. As I kept my eyes on the road and at the same time glancing at this lovely creature next to me - a women so full of life and energy she could charge batteries and a body hot enough to melt them.
She took a Malteser from the pack - licked it held it in her lips - then loudly sucked it into her mouth and crunched the sweet chocolate. “Nice” I said
Then she did it again and after she passed me one - the wet sweet resting on my lip and pushed it in my mouth, her finger lingering there till it was all the way in.

The driving and concentration got harder and so did I.
She leant over and grabbed my dick - “I thought you didn’t like Kids lollies?”
“I'm trying to drive”
“ok -maybe one more”
She settled back in her seat, and opened legs so wide - she knew I was looking. Then she took a Malteser and slowed rubbed it along the length of her cunt finishing with a little twist to gather enough of her juice, and she held it under my nose and then rubbed on my lips and pushed it into my mouth.
WELL NOW I HAVE TO STOP THE CAR.
I think that afternoon I ate more Maltese’s than I had for many, many a year - it’s now my road trip favourite, and when I say lets get Maltese’s - we both know what we mean.
They taste so much better now I’m older.