5 comments/ 34424 views/ 8 favorites A Midnight Quickie By: PrettyMissM Francesca giggled as she read the text on her phone. It was late on Friday night and she knew it could only be Michael at this time. She whispered the text to herself. 'Babes I need your pussy, please, please, please! xxx' She was wrapped in a towel after enjoying a long soak in the bath and wondered what to do. She hit the call button and waited before a deep, familiar voice answered, telltale sounds of a crowded bar in the background. 'Hello gorgeous!' Francesca giggled. 'Hey sexy, you having a good night?' 'Mmm yeah, but I want you now! Do you want to meet up?' Michael asked, seemingly unaware of the late hour. Francesca pondered for a few moments. Since meeting Michael by chance on a flight home before Christmas, they had developed an exciting relationship as friends and lovers, with none of the complexities of commitment. They had discussed the fantasy of meeting up in the middle of the night, Francesca remembered with a smile. 'Yeah. Okay then. When?' Francesca replied, wondering if Michael would follow through with his idea. 'Erm, say around 2? I'll text you babes, gotta go!' 'But...' Francesca stopped as she realised Michael had gone. She started to dry her hair and wondered what the hell she was thinking. After drying and styling her hair, Francesca smoothed body lotion over her already soft skin and wondered what to wear. Unable to find any stockings she cursed and decided to put on a pair of fishnet tights and overknee boots. She didn't bother with any knickers and slipped on a sheer black peephole bra that barely held her large breasts. She knew she couldn't go out like that, and slipped on a simple short black dress. She looked slightly tarty, but overly so. She finally applied a few strokes of mascara and a slick of lipgloss, opting for a natural fresh faced look Michael hadn't seen much of. It was just before 2 am when Michael finally text and said he would be at the city's main train station in twenty minutes. Francesca slipped into her car and checked her handbag, smiling at the dildo and bullet vibrator she had brought with her. She was soaking wet already, moreso as she realised how filthy she was being. Michael couldn't wait to see Francesca. Having spent the earlier part of the evening in a lap dancing bar he was looking forward some action for himself. He spotted Francesca's car and walked over, smiling as he caught sight of her legs in the fishets and boots. 'Mmm hello babes.' Michael whispered as he leaned over to kiss her. His breath was a heady mixture of mint and vodka and she hungrily welcomed his tongue into her mouth. She pulled away as they drove off and headed out of town. 'So where to?' She smiled. 'We can head towards mine, and then find somewhere quiet. Have you christened this car?' Francesca laughed out loud. 'Haha, no, why?' She started again as the realisation of Michael's question dawned on her. 'It's a Clio! It's way too small!' 'Let's try!' Michael insisted, leaning over to kiss her as she stopped at traffic lights. She held one hand on the wheel and one on the gear stick as Michael ran his hands up her thigh, stroking her hair and hungrily kissing her. His intensity made her feel like he had ten hands as he eagerly explored as much of her body as he could. The lights changed and Francesca had to push him away, leaving him to play with his jeans and reveal his erect cock. She couldn't believe how wild he was being and as she joined the deserted motorway she took his cock in her left hand, pumping his shaft wildly as she drove faster, the adrenaline coursing through her body as her pussy moistened even more. They soon approached the junction near Michael's home and he directed her to a disused car park by a derelict warehouse. 'It used to be a dogging hotspot here.' Michael grinned and Francesca's face started to look worried. 'I'm NOT doing that!' She exclaimed and Michael laughed. 'I said used to be. No-one is ever around, they just use the road nearby as a shortcut.' Francesca relaxed and turned off the engine and turned to kiss Michael. She reclined her seat and his hand found her breasts and slipped her dress down, revealing her hard nipples peering through the hole in the sheer material. He parted her legs with his other hand and stroked the crotch of the fishnet tights, feeling the damp spot from her excitement. He caressed the smooth skin of her thighs and she whispered to him. 'Tear them off if you like, be a filthy boy.' Her voice provocative and sultry as she reclined further, submitting to him. He looked her body up and down and snarled as he ripped the tights with both hands, roughly slipping two fingers deep inside her slick pussy. He thrust his fingers hard and fast and Francesca moaned loudly for him to slow down, wrapping her thighs tightly around Michael's arm to slow him. Michael grunted and licked his fingers. 'I need to fuck you. I need that cunt now!' He moaned breathlessly. Francesca's pussy was hungry for the full width and length of Michael's cock and they hurridly and awkwardly shifted positions until Francesca was lying on the passenger seat and Michael mounted her, her hand gripping his throbbing shaft to guide him inside her. She moaned loudly as Michael's stiff cock buried itself deep inside her young pussy. She opened her legs as wide as she could, taking care not to hit the windscreen with her heels. Michael couldn't believe she was letting him fuck her like this. The lack of space wasn't ideal, but he needed to fuck her and fuck her well. He thrust harder and looked down at his cock completely buried within Francesca's tight hole. He felt her juices splashing against his balls and her finger frantically working her clit. He held her face tightly in his hands and effectively pinned her down, taking control and using her body as his toy. Enjoying the submission Francesca started to orgasm, the spasms from her climax milking Michael's throbbing shaft. She couldn't believe how quickly she had managed to cum and Michael carried on fucking her, pounding harder and harder until quickly stopping and pushing her head down to suck him. Being ever hungry for his cock Francesca greedily licked her juices off him and devoured her sticky, sweet fluid mixed with his precum. She was lost in the excitement of sucking his cock and had forgotten that she was in her car where anyone who looked would find them. Michael moaned loudly and roughly pushed her head down. 'Mmmm yeah suck me. Suck me good babes.' He moaned, encouraging her to carry on. His hand reached over and slapped her arse, his hand gripping the rounded cheeks as his hand touched her skin. She continued to suck hard although her jaw was starting to ache. She gripped Michael's arse hard and slipped the tip of her finger into his arse, making him cry out and shudder. 'Oh fuck yes, fuck! FUCK!!!' He grunted as hot jets of cum sprayed the back of Francesca's throat. She heard the bubbling hot liquid splash within her own mouth as she swallowed and gently licked his cock clean. Michael loved the way Francesca cleaned his cock with her mouth. She never flinched when she swallowed his cum and he loved it. He thought you could only get such good cock suckers in porn, he was mistaken! Francesca was now hungry for more, not satisfied with just one orgasm. She looked over at Michael, now spent and slowly fastening his trousers. She slipped out her dildo and bullet vibrator and lay back and started to play like she did at home in bed. The dildo was purple and around 7 inches long and an inch wide. It was her favourite as it pleased her without being too big. She thrust hard and fast and held the buzzing vibe against her clit. Michael was watching in admiration, his girl lying before him and openly playing. He took the dildo from her hand and slipped his fingers into her mouth before slipping them down to her breasts and pinching her nipples hard. With little warning Michael thrust the dildo deep and hard inside her, pushing it further than she would have dared push it herself. She cried out in a combination of pleasure and pain as Michael's strong hand pushed the dildo harder. She couldn't take much more and found herself screaming as she came again, her legs gripping Michael's arm to keep the dildo deep inside her. She exhaled loudly as her legs relaxed and she covered herself with her dress. She wrapped the toys in a tissue and put them back in her bag before cuddling Michael, who was now almost asleep. They swapped places and she noticed the time on the car's clock. 5:30 am! As they drove off, they noticed a postman up already and laughed. Neither could believe what they had just done, but they couldn't wait until the next time. A Midnight Quickie I want something. But I don't know what. Do men ever have this problem? Probably not. Ice cream? Pizza? Cookies and milk? Certainly nothing "healthy" for a midnight snack. Of course even though I just spent $150 on groceries, there is nothing in the house to eat. DAMMIT. I'll never get to sleep if I don't find something to rid myself of this craving. I slip on jeans and a t-shirt, socks, my shit kicker boots... I am the commando queen, so no undies. I gather my hair in a messy ponytail, no point trying be fashionable at midnight. In a minute I am on my Harley headed for the nearest convenience store. It's a nice evening at least, and late enough there is almost no traffic. I pull the bike into the darkened parking lot of Busy Butchies. It's a small place, but they should have something guaranteed to make me gain 5 pounds over night. I walk through the door, nod to the clerk, who is looking at me like I mean to rob the place. "No worries, just a snack attack." I say. He visibly relaxes. Geez, I don't think I look THAT bad. I start down an aisle, but stop abruptly as a pizza box comes sliding across the floor at me. I put the toe of my boot on it to stop it and look up to see a guy about my age, maybe younger, standing at the other end of the aisle, arms full of junk food. If the look on his face is any indication, if I stomped my foot, he'd piss down both legs. I bend over and pick up the box, "Yours?" I say as I hold it out toward him. He nods, mouth opening and closing a few times like a fish out of water. I walk down the aisle to him and help rearrange the load in his arms to accommodate the box. "Ummnn, thanks." he stammers. He isn't a bad looking guy. Actually pretty cute in a nerdy, 4.0 GPA kind of way. Khaki shorts, polo shirt, sandals with no socks, thank you Jesus. And surprisingly enough, he appears well built. A couple of inches taller than me, dark curly hair, brown eyes, and a days worth of stubble that takes the edge off his whole preppy look. "You too?" I ask. "Me what?" he looks around like he isn't sure I am talking to him. "Junk food craving?" I say, motioning toward his arm load. "Oh. That, yea..." he nods in agreement. "Well, I guess that answers my thought from earlier." I say to myself. "Huh?" he questions. "Oh, sorry, nothing really. I was just wondering earlier if men ever have these midnight I-don't-kknow-what-the-hell-I-want cravings." I smile, and he laughs, returning my smile. There is an awkward silence as we stand there a few seconds. Then, as if on queue, we both try to go around each other, but move in the same direction, doing that little waltz we all do at sometime. "All we need is music." I say, and we both dissolve into laughter. Great. Now it's the midnight giggle fit... just what I need. We get around each other finally, so I can continue my hunt for the perfect snack, and he goes to the counter to pay for his purchases. A few minutes later I leave the counter myself with a bag of cookies, a couple candy bars and something I've never seen before, but it looked good. I reach my bike and start stuffing my snacks into a saddlebag. A car pulls up beside me and I instantly go into high alert. My hand goes to the 9mm at the small of my back, and I back away from the car door. I am ready to draw my weapon as the window slides down, and I see 4.0 come into view. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" I ask. "What? No! Oh, sorry, guess I didn't think." he fumbled, looking around the parking lot and realizing his mistake. I stared at him a long moment, wondering if many of these "smart guys" ever really made it to old age. I shake my head, and grin to myself. "You're lucky you're cute, or I'd have shot you where you sit." He grinned back at me. Then he opened the car door and stepped out, standing with his back to the inside of the door. "Actually, I just wanted to tell you that I think you're really hot." he grinned, looking a bit embarrassed. I look him over... my initial assessment still stands. "Yea, well, I have to admit, you're kinda cute yourself." He looks me over again, licks his lips, and narrows his eyes at me. "I have never done anything like this before, but I had to take a chance... I really want to fuck you." Okay... that is not what I would have expected from 4.0. Maybe he does have a set in those khakis after all. I move a little closer and reach a hand out to cup the front of his shorts. He's erect, and though I can't see well in the dark lot, I can tell... it's impressive. Damn. I yank the back door of the car open, so we are more or less enclosed by the car, the doors and my bike. I reach into the saddlebag I was putting my stuff in and pull out a condom. I open his shorts, pull them down far enough to take his cock and balls out and quickly put the condom on him. I bend over across the front seat of his car, dropping my jeans as I do... exposing my ass and pussy. It doesn't take him long to get the idea. He grabs my hips, lines up and plunges, seating himself balls deep in my pussy in one hard thrust. I push back against him and we soon find a rhythm, hard and punishing. This is going to be quick... It's been a while for me and I find myself building toward release fast. He is groaning, his thrusts becoming erratic. I know he is going to come soon too. I reach between my legs and find my clit... feeling his cock where we are joined as well. His body jerks when he feels my fingers on him. "Holy Fuck!" he shouts, pounding into me relentlessly, "Going. To. Cum..." he grounds out through clenched teeth in time with his thrusts. I come harder than I ever have. Writhing and groaning as the spasms streak through my body. The feeling of his hard cock filling me, ramming into my depths, his balls slapping against my ass. I know he's close to coming ... his breathing is labored, rough and ragged. His grip on my hips tightens... And I see headlights appear at the far edge of the lot... FUCK. "Don't you dare stop!" I know I am almost shouting... but I am also almost coming again. A few more thrusts and we are both too caught up in the passion of the moment to care what is going on around us. I cum again, with a cry, my body shaking and shuddering as my orgasm rips through me, taking all coherent thought with it. As I cum it sends him over the edge and he cums with me, growling and pulling me against him as if trying to climb inside me completely. his body jerks in time to the spasms as he fills the condom with his hot cum. Oblivious as I am to everything but what he is feeling as he collapses over my back. The only sound now is our labored breathing. He raises up and looks for the car... "Is it gone?" I ask. "Yeah, I don't see it" he replies, "Shit, that was close." He stands up and helps me up. I grab some napkins out of the saddlebag to clean us up with. Buttoned up and ready to part, I stand on my tip toes to whisper in his ear... "I think you've ruined me", and softly kiss his cheek. With that, I straddle my bike, hit start and the engine roars to life. I pause for just a moment, to take one last look at him, I smile, and ease out of the parking lot and down the road.