I tried to pace my stroking to make my own pleasure last.After the woman in the chair snubbed out the cigarette butt, she took one more sip of the win...e. Apparently some of it dribbled down her chin as I saw her wipe it away and again lick her fingertips. As she held the wine glass in her right hand, her left began to rub the fabric of the chair arm. I could see her long fingers stroking the soft fabric. As she rubbed it back and forth, you could see the subtle change in the color of the fabric. The mountains across the Arm were snow-covered. The vista was inspiring. And as far as the eye could see, we were the only people in sight. The only sign of life was a few buildings in Hope, which were visible about a mile down the shoreline. For a few minutes, neither one of us said a word. We were contemplating the spectacular beauty which was before us.Then I broke the silence. "Theresa, I want you to pull your pants down and put your hands on the railing in front of you. I am going to spank. Pushing my handbag onto the floor to create some room I crept forward onto the backseat until my head touched the opposing door and I supporting myself on my elbows, let my head rest on the soft leather of the seat. I could see my breasts inside my bra hanging freely because I hadn’t fastened my dress yet and beyond that I could see James’s legs as he climbed into the car behind me. I heard the door slam shut and surrendered myself to James’s admissions. Knowing that we couldn’t easily be seen. Then blonde heather korte comes up to me wearing a red striped shirt with the stp logo on it."wanna race?" she asked."but what about your boyfriend isn't he?" she came over and she shimmied out of her shorts and kicked them aside then she pulled her shirt over her head."heather, i don't wanna get in trouble with your boyfriend I just think-" i began.she grabbed me and pressed her candy red lips against mine and held them there for a few minutes then the stp logo appeared one letter at a time..