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Parking

By: cattitude1965



We found a park not far from the office. It was a small secluded spot, hidden deep in the woods off a small side road. He pulled in and put the car in park.

"Well, here we are." he said.

I smiled at him. "Finally, alone!" I said.

We climbed into the backseat. I leaned in close and pressed my lips to his. I relaxed my mouth a little and his tongue quickly found mine, circling it slowly, seductively. Our kiss grew gradually more passionate.

He ran his hand up my thigh, his fingers barely grazing the soft smooth flesh as he pushed my skirt up. I moaned softly and opened my legs a little. His fingers found the crotch of my silk panties, already wet with my desire for him. He slid a finger under the elastic and teased my clit. I moaned into his mouth, sucking his tongue deeper into mine. 

I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes as he slipped two fingers inside me. He withdrew them slowly and brought them to his lips, tasting my sweet juice.

"Kiss me. . ." I pleaded breathlessly.

He complied, pushing his tongue between my lips, giving me a taste of my hot wet pussy. He slid his hand down my panties and began to slowly massage my swollen clit, slipping his fingers back into my hot little fuck hole. He finger-fucked me, his thumb rubbing my clit.

"Fuck me. . .make me cum for you." I whispered, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his mouth to mine.

As my climax approached, I kissed him harder, more passionately. My pussy began to contract involuntarily, squeezing his fingers. As my orgasm swept over me, I moaned, crying out his name, my body shuddering with the sheer pleasuree of it.

When my orgasm had passed, he drew his fingers ot slowly. We licked them off together.

I glanced down at the rising bulge between his legs. I smiled at him as I hooked my fingers into the elastic a the waist of my panties and slid them off. Then I unzipped his pants and squatted in front of him.

"Lift up a little." I said, grasping the waist of his pants.

He lifted his behind off the seat a little. I pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles in one swift pull. I climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs, and lowered my hungry pussy down onto his rigid pole.

I didn't move at first. I just held him inside me, squeezing him firmly with my wet cunt. He unbuttoned my blouse and unsnapped the front hook on my bra, releasing my soft, full, creamy white tits. He cupped them in his hands,pushing them together and sucking both hard nipples at the same time.

"Oh baby. . ." I whispered. I began to slide up and down his hard shaft. I rode him hard and fast, shoving my pussy all the way down then coming right back up with no hesitation.

"Oh Jesus," he groaned. "fuck me. . ."

I put my arms around him, pulling his face against my chest, and rode him in desperation; like a jockey on a racehorse - orgasm at the rapidly approaching finish line.

He slid his hands under my skirt and grabbed my ass, squeezing it firmly. That sent me over the edge. I cried out as my orgasm hit hard. My pussy contracted violently, squeezing his cock in a vice. He grunted and cried out, his cock filling my pussy with hot cum.

"Mmmmm, baby that was so good. . ." I whispered, slipping my tongue into his mouth, kissing him softly.

I climbed off his lap, pulled my panties back on and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked it greedily, enjoying the erotic flavor of our combined juices. He groaned.

"If you keep that up, we're gonna be really late." he said.

I let his dick slip from my lips.

"Just helping you clean up." I laughed.

"What about you?" he asked, gesturing toward my soaked panties.

I smiled and wiggled around on the seat a little. "I'm keeping these on." I said. "It feels delicious!"

He laughed and climbed back into the driver's seat. I closed the front hook of my bra and buttoned my blouse, then climbed into the front seat and straightened my skirt.

We went back to the office, each of us to our own work. I spent the afternoon in front of my computer, smiling to myself and wiggling around in my chair. . .

Parking



Beth was sitting on her front steps, reading through one of her text books for school. She would look to her watch from time to time. Alex was late. He should have been there ten minutes ago.

Finally the blue ford focus would turn the corner and move down the street. A smile fell to Beth’s lips as the car stopped before her house.

“You gave me the wrong directions. I should have known something was wrong when the gas station was on the left,” Alex taunted with a smile on his lips.

“I am so sorry, hun. I thought about it when I was out here. I was getting worried. I thought you might get upset and call the whole thing off.” Beth replied as she slipped into the passenger seat and fastened her belt. Alex smiled at that before leaning over to kiss Beth on the brow.

“All is forgiven, sweetie. I got here, didn’t I?”

“Yes you did.” Beth whispered, sinking into Alex’s arm. Alex gave off a soft chuckle before he turned back towards the main road.

“So, where are we going?”

“How does the beach sound?”

“Mm.. That sounds good.”

Beth and Alex would exchange small banter before they reached the beach. No sooner had the car shut off before Alex was leaning over towards Beth.

Beth would bite down softly on her lower lip. Alex smiled softly before letting a hand fall to Beth’s face, lightly caressing her cheek. Beth would shiver under his touch.

That made Alex chuckle.

“Your too cute,” he whispered before lightly kissing Beth on the lips.

Beth would hold to Alex’s face lightly as she returned that kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth. 

Alex’s hands moved from Beth’s face to slide down to her shoulders. They would pause at her shoulders for a moment before traveling down to her breasts. The smallest moan passed Beth’s lips at this attention.

It was after a moment before they broke the kiss, flushed smiles on their lips.

“I’ve never kissed a guy with a beard before.” Beth whispered, lightly nuzzling against Alex’s chest. 

“Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

“Good,” Alex whispered as he slid his hand up Beth’s skirt. “Such a naughty little girl. No panties.. All shaved for me too,” he whispered against her ear.

His words made her tremble slightly. He gave a chuckle as his skilled fingers began rubbing lightly against her moist folds.

“Your soaked, hun.” He whispered before plunging three fingers deep into her. A loud moan passed her lips as the shock came to her system. It was wonderful, though.

As her moans grew louder, he grew bolder, unfastening his pants and guiding her hand towards his hard phallus. Her fingers would grip tightly to him pulling up and down almost cruelly against him.

“Oh yes, sweetie. Just like that..” He whispered, leaning his head back slightly, the smallest grin on his lips. 

Beth’s moans where growing into cries of ecstasy. Cries that awarded looks from passers by, strolling in the setting sun. 

Alex smirked a moment before letting his hand go still for a moment.

“Wait a second.” He whispered into her hair.

“Damn people,” Beth whispered, her head resting lightly against Alex’s shoulder. 

Once the coast was clear, those skilled fingers returned their work as their lips found one another, his tongue eagerly searching for hers.

As their lips parted this time, Alex would gently push Beth’s head down towards his engorged length. She did not have to be told twice what he wanted her to do. Lips would wrap about him, as she sucked his length down her mouth and into her throat.

“Yes. Oh, Beth. That feels so good..” He whispered, placing a hand gently on the back of her neck, not keeping her there, but reminding her exactly who was in charge. 

His other hand would travel down towards Beth’s unused rear hole. Her eyes would go wide as a single finger slid deep into her.

It was only a moment before he withdrew his finger and started the car, making sure her head would not move from right there.

Beth kept her head still as the car moved, keeping him hard by gently sucking against him. 

Occasionally, Alex would swat at Beth’s rear, making her squirm ever so slightly.

“Just getting us to some place a bit more private.” He would say as the car rolled on. After about fifteen minutes, Alex would turn the engine off, and gently lift Beth’s head.

Beth would steal a look about them. Tall trees stood about. Her eyes would fall on Alex.

Alex would smile playfully before he spoke.

“Get undressed then get in the back seat.” Was all he said. She obeyed wordlessly, stripping from her skirt and blouse right there in the front seat before she moved towards the back seat. Alex stayed behind the wheel, dressed, and looking forward.

“Open the duffle bag and put everything in it on.”

Beth opened the bag to find it empty. When she looked up towards Alex, she saw him smiling towards her. He would step from the car as he peeled off his shorts and tee shirt, and slip into the back seat with Beth. Alex gave Beth a small smile before embracing her in a warm hug, sending soft kisses along her neck. 

Beth’s legs worked on their own accord, wrapping about his waist, trying to draw him forward towards her. Alex would smile towards her before he pushed her back down, spreading her long legs wide. 

No words where passed before he plunged himself deep into her.

A scream passed Beth’s lips as he buried himself deep in her. Alex was about there inches longer and a half an inch wider than anyone she had been with before. 

As Beth cried and squirmed in pleasure, Alex started his rhythmic thrusts in and out of her. 

“You like that, babe?” Alex asked as he pulled her legs up above her head till her feet where resting against the window. 

“Yes, Alex” was all she was able to say as he pounded deeper into her. 

Beth was on the verge of tears, she was so close to cumming. It was right as Beth started to beg for it that Alex stopped and withdrew that thick cock to replace it with three fingers. His thumb against her clit, his little finger in that rear hole. His thumb roughly rubbed against her while his fingers pounded in and out.

“Cum for me, baby…” He whispered softly, looking down into her eyes. 

Beth was teetering over that edge. She fell at his words. One loud scream later and Beth was cumming hard. Such power he held over her was all too apparent in that one moment. 

“Good girl” he whispered softly, withdrawing from her again. He would lick one clean for a moment before setting another to her lips. Beth would eagerly take his finger in her mouth, sucking him clean. It was after a moment that he drew his finger away. He would chuckle as Beth’s head lifted, to keep hid finger in her mouth. “Such a horny little girl…” was all he muttered as he sat back, slowly stroking himself. Beth would crawl forward, licking along the base of his shaft as his hand moved fast up and down. 

“Oh, lick that cock..” Was all he could say as she lapped along him. 

Beth made a bold move by taking one of his balls into her mouth, sucking and nibbling slightly against him.

That, it seems, was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Alex grabbed Beth by the back of the neck, raising her head towards his throbbing cock. She would suck him into her moth, and not let up on her sucking until he was cumming. She would pause for a moment before she started swallowing him.

She swallowed every last drop. That turned him on beyond nothing else.

“I can’t believe you swallowed all of it. Good girl.. Not missing a drop..” He whispered softly, stroking her head. She would curl up into his lap now, smiling softly as she clung to him.

“We should spend the night here..” She whispered, her head against his shoulder.

“Why?”

“Because you wore me out..”



Parking



She drove to work with the sharp, distinct taste of semen in her mouth. She could smell it on her breath and in her mind was still lying across the side of the bed with his cock in her mouth.

She could still feel the soft brush of his pubic hair against her nose, the musk of his crotch at her face. Her mouth still rolled around the thickness of the penis in her mouth.

It made her wet, of course, as sucking men always did. He knew this, and tried to get her off. She had to work, and was doing his best, but he was not able to do so. He had been softly frigging her and working on her nipples with his mouth, but she felt flustered, and then could not orgasm.

She craved the attention, his beautiful, dark hands against her white, creamy skin. His soft, loving doe-eyed gaze made her feel weak in the knees. His shaggy mop of black, unruly hair was oh-so-sexy, and he had such a kind soul.

Yet, for the past couple of weeks or so, she hadn't been able to enjoy sex to the point of climax. Not once. No fault of his, and she had hoped, no fault of hers.

It was just a dry spell, she told herself. Just something weird. No big deal.

The more she tried to calm herself, though, the more worked up she became.

It irritated her that she could not do this simple thing.

She looked at herself in the rear-view mirror.

At nearing forty, she was no prize. The sags of her breasts complimented her dark bags around the eyes. She wasn't thin, and did not view herself as attractive by any stretch of the imagination.

She drove an old beat up pick up truck, and worked long hours.

What was she doing with a man barely over half her age? She was old enough to be his mother for crying aloud.

Yet, he pushed his way into his life. Oh, she remembered their first discussions, the disagreements, but no arguments. Neither was the arguing type. They had only had a couple of serious fights in the four or so years they had known each other. They chalked those up to not listening to one another.

She pulled into the Family Creek Medical Plaza and dropped the antiquated Ranger into the, 'employee of the month' parking. She got out and stretched, her long, flowing brown skirt complimented her chestnut hair. The wind was soft, as it usually was in the early summer morning. This was her favorite time of the day, and she always felt it was a waste to work in the early morning. On her days off, she would just quietly relax in the early morning until he would hold her hand to let her know he was awake.

Neither one of them understood it, but ever since they had started sleeping together, when they awoke, one would wake right after the other. It was a weird, odd thing. Then again, they were weird, odd people, at least in their minds.

He was a highly successful graphic artist, and she was an office manager who wrote science-fiction novels. She was just breaking into the professional realm, and had published many short stories and had been part of several zines. She liked writing, liked what it did with her. She found that she could do a lot more with writing than she could with drawing, although she always wanted to draw, even as a small child.

As she stepped into her office, the lead customer service representative, a tall, lanky woman named Hannah, greeted her.

"Hi Elaine," She said.

"Hey Hannah," Elaine replied.

"You look tired; can I get you some coffee?" Hannah offered.

"Please," Elaine replied. She put her coat on the rack and Hannah brought in a steaming mug of coffee.

"Just like your man, dark and sweet," Hannah said, sitting it on her desk.

Elaine chuckled and took a hit off the rich Arabica roast.

"So what havoc is on today's menu?" Elaine asked.

"We have that lunch, today, remember? The in-service? It's at the Applebee's down the street in the back room."

Hannah nodded. As long as the drug reps paid, she didn't give a shit.

They talked about some of the normal office things that would go on, and then Elaine got to work. Hannah left her alone, and closed her door, as she preferred.

Elaine listened to the radio intently as she worked, getting all of what she called the, 'corporate crap' out of the way quickly. She was working on the last quarter of her latest novel when her door was knocked upon.

"Come in," she called out.

Hannah came in, with her purse in hand, and keys jingling.

"Ready to go?"

Elaine looked at her, and then at the clock. It was quarter to noon. Quickly she grabbed for her bag and they headed out the door.

The luncheon was a very informal affair, all female, and the presentation was brief, and to the point. They talked lightly over salads and the discussion quickly devolved into two favorite subjects, food, and men.

They teased Elaine just a little bit for her young man, and she just smiled her big catty smile, yet, she was still stressed. 

When she drove home, she had to admit to herself that she was really, really tense. She was wrapped tightly, and frankly could not bring herself to relax enough. Once at home, she slipped into something comfortable. Her husband rubbed at her shoulders, and he had supper waiting for her.

Later that night, she told him that she was tired, and not well.

Softly he rubbed at her tummy and asked her if it was her time.

"No," she said. "I think I'm just in a slump. Maybe it's some sort of minor depression or something.

Softly his lips ran from her earlobe to her shoulder in tiny, soft, delicate kisses. She felt her nipples harden under the pure white camisole, and a smile involuntarily crept across her face. She turned to him, not really actually wanting to have sex, but also not wanting to not have sex. She just didn't want to become frustrated again.

His kisses became only mildly insistive, trailing across the base of her throat, back up her chin, and softly puttering at her lips. Her tongue licked his, she let it be sucked into his mouth, and tenderly his face moved up in down, as if he were giving her head.

Gently he raised himself on her, and peppered her face with his feathery, tender kisses, and she became aroused, but was afraid of her body, afraid of being disappointed.

She felt his hand softly come up her camisole, and then tenderly rolled a nipple in his hand, and she decided to try again. Her nipples were a powerful erogenous zone for her, and then felt the camisole in her face as his scratchy beard sucked hungrily at her breasts.

From the beard, to her navel, to her thick mat of dusky-brown pubic hair his face traveled. The scent of her womanhood was light, delicate, and always aroused him. His tongue was hungry, inquisitive, and insisting. Softly it rolled past the small piece of flesh that was her clit.

She panted softly, and felt the tremor in her legs, and felt, just maybe she'd be able to do it. Softly his tongue played her nether regions and pleasured her in a teasing manner, just how she liked. She growled, she grunted, and just about at the point of climax, she turned away from him, pulling her pelvis away from his mouth, making a face.

"Fuck," she said softly, growling.

"What?" He asked. 

"So close, but missed it," she said. She was nearly crying.

"Aw, sweetie," he said, and came up to cuddle her.

She burst into tears, and quivered in his arms. She was upset, ashamed, and felt utterly unattractive. 

He softly stroked her hair, his hard penis quickly deflating, which, in her mind, added to her shame.

As the tears dried up, he put his forefinger and thumb to her chin and pointed her face to hers.

"I love you." He said.

She could only barely look at him, and replied, "I love you too."

Exhausted, more from the emotions of the event than for any physical activity, she fell asleep with her head nestled into the crook of his arm.

The next morning saw another blowjob for him. She figured he deserved it for putting up with his hysterical self, but when he tried to pleasure her, she declined him flatly.

"I need a day or two of rest," she said.

He looked at her oddly, but replied, "I'll have dinner waiting. We'll have a nice quiet evening. Hang out, watch some movies, or play some games or something."

"That's the plan, lover." She said. She kissed him on the lips and then headed out to work.

Halfway through her forty-minute commute the tears started to fall. She shook she quivered, and bawled. What was wrong with her, anyway? Was she pregnant? Was she stressed, what was the fucking deal?

In the parking lot, she managed to compose herself and got out of her car just as Hannah pulled in. Hannah stared at her as she got out of the car.

"Uh-oh. You got some trouble in paradise?" She asked.

"No, well," she shivered again, not wanting to cry. She clenched her teeth as her emotions betrayed her again, and a few soft, weeping tears came.

Hannah got her through the door and into her office, bringing her coffee. She waited until Elaine recomposed herself and then asked quietly, "now what the hell is wrong with you?"

"I, I… wish I knew. I can't…" She gesticulated, wanting to cry, but the ducts were dry.

"You can't what?" Hannah asked. She had pulled up a side chair and was holding Elaine's hand.

Elaine blurted it out, "I can't climax. It's driving me crazy."

"Oh. OH." Hannah replied, "That sucks like a three dollar hooker."

Elaine laughed, despite her difficulty.

"You just need a change of scenery. Go to the coast, the mountains, get away," Hannah said.

Elaine looked at her and shook her head, "we're pretty tight in the cash department."

Hannah shrugged, "well then go parking. It's a cheap date."

"Parking?" Elaine said.

"Parking, you know, parking? Like you used to do when you were a teenager. Where did you grow up, a convent?"

"I never did much of that," Elaine said.

"It's fun. Just find a dark place out in the woods and make out. It's hard as hell to come in a car, and that's sort of the idea."

"Huh? That's my problem."

"Trust me, it'll work you right up," Hannah said. "We go parking almost every weekend in the summertime. Drive up in the hills pull off on some fire road; jump the old man's bones. Sometimes we'll even go out into the woods and do it like they do on the Discovery Channel."

Elaine giggled.

"Made you laugh," Hannah said.

"Thanks, Hannah." She said.

"You're welcome. Just call me the Abigail Van Buren of the Medical Clinic," Hannah replied. She got Elaine some fresh coffee and let her be.

Elaine pondered the matter and then got on the phone to her husband.

"Marc? We're eating out tonight. I thought we'd grab some fast food and go cruising around. Break out of the mold, you know? Maybe we could go watch the moon rise or something."

She felt his smile into the phone "sounds like a plan, Elaine. I love you."

"I love you too," Elaine replied.

When she got home, she found Marc dressed in a pair of old blue jeans and a t-shirt. She thought for a moment, went into the bedroom, and rooted through her wardrobe for a moment or two. She smiled at him as he watched her, and then shooed him out.

She pulled out a short skirt, and a white plain blouse, and stripped down. From the dresser, she pulled out her sleaziest push-up bra, and her most tattered pair of panties. After slipping these on, she put her hair in twin laid back pigtails, 

She put the skirt on, dropped into some sandals, and then buttoned up the blouse just enough to hide the bra. She looked at the reflection in the full-length bedroom mirror and smiled at herself, and wiggled her hips, watching the skirt shimmy. Her basic redressing took her back over twenty years, and she smiled, feeling like a teenager again.

Marc's eyes were wide as she paraded around the living room.

"Growl," he said, nuzzling her on the neck.

"Masher," she said, play swatting at him.

He pulled her tight, and she felt his cock through his jeans rubbing at her skirt. His head dipped low, sucking, and chewing on her face.

She giggled, and then felt herself get flush. With effort, she broke free and batted her eyelashes at him.

"Com'on, you. We've got a date to go on."

He cocked his eyebrow and she grabbed her keys.

She had no idea where they were going, and once they hit the freeway, she slipped the car in cruise control and put a chubby leg up on the hump in the middle. She cranked the stereo loud and rolled the windows down, and they both sang aloud to Steppenwolf's, "born to be wild."

An hour later of long, winding turns, they were coming to deeper forested areas. The scent of pine permeated the air, but of course, the modern world intruded, and they stopped at the golden starches for take-away.

The hot, crisp fries and mystery-meat burgers filled their bellies as the car sat in the parking lot. 

She leaned over and licked a couple of salt crystals from the corner of his lips. He grabbed at her head, and kissed her deeply, sucking hungrily at her lips, and tongue. She felt her wetness start to grow and realized that Hannah was right. A simple change of scenery could work wonders.

Their kissing got more feverish and then, a loud whoop was heard outside. A car full of teenagers had caught sight on them, and Marc gave them the thumbs-up. Elaine looked at him, in a cross, but playful manner.

"Maybe we'd better find some privacy." He said.

She smiled at him, threw the truck in reverse, and burned rubber out of the restraint. The teenagers honked after them.

Within minutes, she found an old abandoned fire service road and went up it carefully. The gravel was not easy to maneuver on, but when she crested the hill, she found a wonderful view of stars, and a distant oversight to a nearby city.

"Wow," Marc said. "This is gorgeous."

She smiled and leaned into him, taking it in. He opened the car door and beckoned her out into the night.

He leaned his back against the front of the car and held her hips, grinding his cock into her butt, and chewing her neck tenderly. She felt his stiffness and took in the rising moon, felt the heat from the engine and the cool breeze of the forthcoming night. All of these things changed her, and caused her to be sexual once more.

His kisses sucked hungrily at her neck, marking her as if she were a teenager, running his lips down to his breasts.

Bodily, he manhandled her onto the hood of the truck, she felt its hot engine on her ass, and it nearly burned her. Roughly, he tore at her panties and flung them on the ground.

She quivered needfully, and felt her tension rise, but this time, she had no trepidation at all, and had no pre-programmed recipe for failure.

He knelt down and stuffed his stubbled face into her crotch, the prickly-pear sticks of his young beard rubbing against her tender, purple mons. Long swipes of his tongue caused her to moan lewdly and he even trailed down to her tart, pert, asshole. 

She gripped against the truck as she felt her passion rise, her juices rolled into his mouth as she moaned again. Her legs lay to each side of his insistent face and the pursuit of her dark, musky flesh. She panted, growled, and quivered as her climax fired into his face, her cushy ass convulsing in his strong hands.

He licked at her until she was sore and pushed him away. His face glistened in the moonlight with her sex. He allowed her only to rest long enough to become calm, then pulled his thick dark tool out, and rammed into her, grabbing at both her nipples through the tattered bra.

He took considerably less time and left bruises on her hips where he had grabbed her so hard, roaring like a lion as he fired his hot seed into her wanting snatch. For her part, she came again, as powerfully as before, if not more so.

They lay together on the hood of the truck and watched the stars and the beautiful night.



Parking



I could hardly believe what I was about to do. I had agreed in a moment of drunken passion and now here I was. The parking structure was moderately well lit but here and there were darker corners where the florescent lights flickered, nearing the end of their life, or were out altogether. It was to one of these places my lover lead me, the bulge in his pants clearly visible, daring me to deny the excitement the act we were about to perform.

My own arousal was, of course, less visible. Beneath my dark skirt my lace-trimmed panties were damp. I hadn't expected to be turned on by exhibitionism, but I guess seeing my lover so aroused had resonated with me and my body had mirrored his reaction – in it's own way of course. The most visible sign of my arousal was my nipples poking at the fabric of my curve-hugging sweater. The weird, sulfuric glow of the streetlights on the other side of the concrete columns picked up the metallic threads in the fabric as they bent around and over the stiff points.

"This is good right here" my lover said to me, his voice hoarse with passion. We were in an empty space in between two parked cars. They were compact models, roofs low enough that anyone of average height approaching could see my lover's shoulders and head above them. We were on the second level of the structure, too high to be seen from the street or from the booth where money was collected. We were parked three levels up, on the roof deck. The night was comfortably warm and a soft breeze came through the open walls of the structure to play with my hair.

Wrapping his arms around me, my lover drew me to him and began kissing me. Our tongues met, entwined, released and stroked one another. Tentatively we leaned against the nearer car, half holding our breath to see if an alarm would go off. None did. With my lover's back thus supported I pressed the full length of my body against him. His erection poked at me from within his trousers.

We grappled with each other there, under the cold white and sickly yellow lights, becoming more and more aroused, awaiting the right moment. My panties were soaked by now and all I wanted to do was pull them off, hike my skirt up and fuck him, my back against the car, legs wrapped around his waist and his stiff prick driving in and out of me until I came. I wanted him to pull out of my soaking pussy and finish himself off, his sticky cum shooting onto my tits. But that wasn't why we were here. My lover wanted something else tonight and I was going to grant his wish.

Twice we heard a single set of footsteps approach. Each time I paused in my kissing and caressing to look into my lover's face for a sign that it was time. Seeing none, we continued to make out. The footsteps never even paused as they reached us and then receded into the distance. An engine started, headlights slashed through the dimness and we were alone again.

He was nibbling on my neck in that way that drives me especially crazy when we finally heard the sound we were listening for. Two, no four sets of feet, including the distinctive tap of women's heels and both male and female voices in conversation interspersed with light laughter. Our audience was approaching. When they were close enough that we were pretty sure they could see us, my lover peeled me from his body and pushed me gently to my knees. I felt the grit on the concrete slab bite into my flesh as I knelt before him.

Fingers shaking slightly, I loosened my lover's belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and drew his thick cock out of his underwear. I could see the dark flush of blood just under the skin that indicated he was very aroused. This wouldn't take long. The footsteps neared, slowed, voices abruptly stopped. We'd been spotted.

With an encouraging smile and nod to our audience, I turned my attention to the task I'd been given. The four of them, thirty-somethings I guessed, one of the women was visibly pregnant, stood in shocked silence as I leaned forward and took the head of my lover's proud member into my mouth. I used my tongue to lap up the drop of precum that had gathered at the tip, then flicked it all around the sensitive head. I drew back so my lover and our audience could admire the saliva-slicked head of his cock.

Licking my lips, I again moved my mouth to my target. This time I slipped him in past the head and slowly down the shaft, taking as much of him as I dared without gagging. He let out a soft moan as I worked my tongue around his stiff shaft. I pulled back and began to establish a rhythm. After a few strokes my lover brought one hand down to my head, the one on the far side from our audience so as not to obstruct their view, and began to guide me. I brought one hand up and began to caress his balls which brought another soft moan from him.

I sucked harder, using my tongue to enhance the sensations I the way I knew he loved, until I felt his balls tense. I felt the final swell of his cock in my mouth as he got ready to shoot his load. With some effort I pulled off him and he quickly replaced my mouth with his hand, sliding it firmly and quickly up and down his well-lubricated shaft. He tensed and thrust his hips forward into his fist as the first rope of hot, salty cum shot from the tip of his cock and onto my cheek. I heard a couple of soft gasps from our audience – I'd almost forgotten they were there – as the second shot hit my chin and neck. A third and fourth shot landed on my chest and he was spent.

Helping me up with one hand and tucking himself away with his other we both grinned wickedly to our audience. They looked a little embarrassed to have stopped to watch our performance. I broke the awkward silence.

"I hope that gave you as much pleasure as it did us." Letting them know it was okay to have watched. The two men grinned, one had a visible erection tenting the front of his pants. The women flushed and looked at their companions.

"C'mon, let's go." One of them urged. They turned to continue up the ramp. The man with the erection gave us a thumbs-up as he passed by. As soon as they were past us, we made a dash for the elevator. As we waited for it my lover used his handkerchief to wipe the semen from my face. When the elevator doors closed safely behind us I pulled him into a frantic, passionate kiss.

"Oh my God, that was sooo hot." I whispered into his ear. "I need to be fucked, like right now."

"Not in here." He whispered, kissing me back and squeezing one breast in his large, warm hand. The elevator doors grumbled open on the roof level. His was one of only three cars up there. He steered me quickly to the car and pressed my back up against the driver's door so he could kiss me. I felt the heat rising from my crotch. I fumbled with his belt and fly and for the second time that evening took his cock in my hand. He was only partly erect, not surprising considering that he'd had a powerful orgasm only a few moments before.

My lover worked his hands over my firm breasts and another reached under my skirt, stroking my thigh for a moment before heading north to my sex.

"Wow. You are horny, aren't you?" he asked with a smile upon feeling the state of my panties.

"You bet I am. Are you going to do something about it?" I asked, urgently.

"UmHmmm" he said, leaning down to kiss me again. Gently, he removed my hand from his pants and maneuvered me to the hood of the car. With his assistance I hopped up on the hood and got my soaking panties off. I unceremoniously stuffed those in his trouser pocket as he penetrated me with a long finger. I squeezed my inner muscles happily around his finger as he searched out my clit with his thumb and it wasn't long before my hips bucked and I cried out with pleasure and release. Knowing my body as well as he did, my lover slowly brought me down from my orgasm but kept my arousal level on simmer with occasional strokes against my G-spot with the finger inside me. After I had caught my breath and began to work myself against his finger again, he took my right hand and wrapped it around his nearly erect cock. I squeezed gently and it responded instantly, throbbing and growing within my grasp.

Soon we were both panting and moaning again and my lover withdrew his hand from my pussy. Pulling my body closer to his he penetrated me deeply, impaling me on his erection. It felt so damn good I nearly cried, but instead I reached up to the back of his neck and pulled his face down to me so I could kiss him. I love the feeling of his tongue penetrating my mouth while his dick penetrated my cunt, it makes me feel so close to him. We kissed as long as I could keep my breathing somewhat steady, but eventually I needed to get some air and he needed to pick up the pace of his fucking. I tightened my muscles around him and he moaned as he pounded into my body. I felt every muscle in my legs tense all the way down to my toes.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum again!" he moaned and that's all I needed as I grabbed his ass and pulled him all the way into me. Wave after wave of my orgasm crashed over me and I know I cried out, I just hoped the noise of the city would wash out enough of the sound so that nobody would come to investigate the source. As my orgasm subsided I felt my lover's prick throb inside me and he froze as his balls pumped everything he had left into me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and just enjoyed the sensations, each throb of his prick causing an answering throb in my cunt and a slight shudder through my body – my orgasm a faint echo as his washed over him.

Finally, we pulled apart. I slid to my feet on shaky legs, in fact my lover had to steady me or I would have wound up in a heap on the concrete slab. The weakness only lasted a moment as the blood that had been tied up in my core found my lower extremities again and we both got into the car. He was amazingly unmussed from waist up but the vanity mirror was not so kind regarding my appearance. While my lover started the car and steered towards the exit ramp I rearranged my hair and fished some lip gloss out of my purse. I just had time to apply it before we reached the little booth.

"You two okay?" The attendant said as my lover rolled down the window. My breath caught in my throat.

"We're fine, why do you ask?"

"I could have sworn I saw you come back in here almost an hour ago, I thought maybe something had happened to you."

"Thanks for your concern," my lover said, "but we're just fine."

"Very well then. That'll be eight fifty."

"Keep the change." Said my lover, handing the attendant a ten dollar bill and rolling up the window before the attendant could reply. As we drove off, I realized I'd been holding my breath. I felt a little faint as I began to think of the consequences if we'd been reported or arrested having our fun. I was just deciding it had been a reckless thing to do and we were lucky this time when my lover pointed out the window at a big red and white sign. It said "Event Parking".

"There's a basketball game next Thursday" he said, with a sly grin.



Parking



We were both out of control. It was dark outside. We were cozy in the car, alone in the park. Making out like a couple of overheated teenagers. His hands all over me, our mouths devouring each other. He reaches under my blouse, forcing it and my bra up over my breasts. Taking his time to tease me on his way to my nipple. My head is thrown back. Holding onto his shoulders, I dig my fingers into him in anticipation of feeling his mouth on me. Blowing on my nipples, making them harden with desire. My fingers dive into the hair at the back of his head, cupping him and trying to force him to me. Finally, with a chuckle, he wraps his lips around my turgid nipple. Arching my back, I moan in ecstasy. Thrusting my breast deeper into his mouth. 

As he flicks and bites my nipple, his hand trails down my stomach to my thighs, spreading my legs and slowly pulling my skirt up. Teasing me with the feel of the material against my bare skin. My thighs shaking, I spread them wider to give him better access to me. His fingers stroking the skin of my inner thighs, barely touching, making me groan out loud. Begging him in a whisper to please touch me! He slowly begins moving his fingers higher, moving in circles against my skin. I can feel my pussy lips swelling in anticipation of his touch. I can feel the moisture gathering, readying my body for him.

He lightly touches my outer lips, causing my breath to stop and my heart to race. He strokes a bit harder, parting my lips and gently exploring the inner folds of my pussy. Finding the wet center with his fingers, he slips two fingers into me, hard. Thrusting them up fast and deep, causing me to orgasm instantly! His thumb finds my clit and circles furiously as he continues to finger fuck me and bite and suck at my nipples.

I am moaning in pleasure, biting my lips to keep from yelling out loud. He say's "Let it go baby, go with it, enjoy it. Imagine how good it's going to feel when I'm fucking you." I cum harder, just from the images his words ignite. Nearly screaming as I explode into a million pieces.

He continues to stroke me as I come down. Savoring my trembles, softly talking to me, encouraging me to let it flow through me. As I get my breath back, he pulls his fingers from me and puts them to my lips, spreading my juices over my lips and then gently forcing his fingers into my mouth for me to lick clean. 

I look him in the eyes as I let my tongue roam around his fingers, sucking them into my mouth in a parody of what I'll soon do to another part of him. 

He groans and taking my face in his hands, looking straight into my eyes he says, "Baby, you really need to suck my cock." 

Oh my GOD! I couldn't believe how hot that made me. My mouth started watering just imagining him thrusting his cock deep into me. I placed my hands on his chest, pushing him back against his seat as I leaned forward. Slowly trailing them down his stomach to his fly, opening it and pulling him out to my gaze. The fact that I had just had such an intense orgasm, in the middle of a public parking lot without a thought of being caught had turned me on so much. And the continued thought of now stroking his cock and taking him into my mouth nearly had me coming yet again.

Looking him in the eye, I slowly leaned down over his cock, flicking just the head of it with the tip of my tongue. His moan of pleasure rumbled through my body, giving me shivers of delight. He tasted so incredibly good, I couldn't get enough of him! I drew him into my mouth, slowly sucking his length deep into me. Wrapping my lips around him and sucking madly. Devouring him.

I must have taken him off guard because he shouted and thrust up into my mouth out of control, gagging me with the head of his cock deep in my throat. I tried to pull back a bit but his hand was on the back of my head, holding me in position as he thrust into me. So I sucked him harder, catching a breath every time he lowered himself in preparation of another thrust. He slowly gained control of himself, freeing me to pleasure him at my own pace. His moans causing me intense pleasure of my own. His taste making me hungry for more. 

I could feel him tensing up and just when I thought I was going to taste all of him, he stopped me, pulled me up and said, "No, I want to cum in that tight pussy of yours. I'm going to fill you up baby."

With this, he opened his door and climbed out, coming around to my side and dragging me out of the car, causing me to fall against him. He slammed the door, and pressed me up against the side of the car, his lips instantly on mine, devouring me. We ate off of each others mouths for what seemed like an eternity, our hands roaming furiously over each others bodies.

He pulled back and said, " I need to be in you, NOW!" and turned me around, forcing me to bend over the hood of the car. Moaning, knowing what he was going to do, I spread my legs wide, waiting to feel him deep inside of me. 

He lifted my skirt up over my ass, running his hands over the flesh he found there. Squeezing and kneading it, smacking it hard a time or two, drawing yelps from me. I could hear him chuckling deep in his chest, knowing he was feeling powerful, masterful and loving that I brought that out in him.

He leaned over my back, his cock pressed tight against my ass, grinding against me. He slid his left hand down under me, spreading my pussy lips with his fingers while he guided his cock between my folds into my waiting cunt. Finding me more than ready for him, my wetness dripping down my thighs, he wrapped his right arm around my neck, arching me back and thrust into me with everything he had. Pounding into me, over and over. Never letting up as we both careened toward ecstasy. 

His whispers in my ear, encouraging me, telling me how hot I was, how tight my pussy was, oh my god baby you feel so fucking good! I lost control, exploding into millions of pieces as my orgasm ripped through my body. My pussy clenching around his cock, milking him into orgasm. His shout echoed throughout the park mingling with mine. He thrust into me again and again. Pounding me hard against the car, rocking it and me as he shot his load deep inside my pussy, sending me into yet another orgasm as his cum hit my cervix and filled me, trailing down my legs as he continued to pump inside of me. 

He collapsed against me, pressing me into the car and pushing himself one last time deep into my core. His hands stroking my body, one on my clit, the other around my chest, his fingers on my left nipple. Helping me to prolong my orgasm, sending waves of continual pleasure through my body, milking his cock with my pussy as it continued to pulse around him.

Slowly he stood, pulling himself from me. As I started to rise, he pushed me back down and said, "Oh no baby, this is a full service station! I'm not done with you yet." And he knelt down and began to lick our mingled juices from my thighs and up to my pussy, licking me clean, sucking our cum from within me, eating me into another intense orgasm, my legs giving out on me completely. The only thing keeping me off the ground was his hands on my body, pressing me onto the car as he ate me into yet another orgasm, licking me dry. 

Finally when I thought I could stand no more, he stood and turned me to him. He said, "Now it's your turn baby." Winking at me he put my hand on his softening cock. "Suck me clean, taste us together like I did."

As this is exactly what I had planned to do anyway, I grinned and knelt in front of him, not feeling the hard surface of the parking lot digging into my knees as I slowly took him into my mouth. Using my tongue to lick every inch of him clean. His cock, down around his balls, back behind them to his ass. Flicking, hands on either cheek, spreading them. He moans as my tongue presses slightly into his asshole, his cock coming to life again. I slowly slip a finger in to take the place of my tongue as I let my tongue trail back to his balls, sucking one then the other into my mouth. 

Letting them go gently, I look up into his eyes as I slowly trail my tongue up his growing cock. My eyes locked to his, I take him deep in my mouth, my other hand moving to stroke his shaft and balls as I suck the head deep into me. I keep my eyes on him, knowing this drives him insane, as I stroke him with my mouth. His moans of pleasure encouraging me to keep going. 

I continue my sweet torture on him, feeling his body losing control, shaking, trembling. His breath coming in pants, his hands are shaking as they take my head and hold me to him... his hips beginning to thrust into my mouth, fucking me. I let him take what he needs, continuing to swirl my tongue around him, pressing my finger deeper into his ass every time he thrusts into my mouth. 

Suddenly he shouts, coming deep down my throat, not much left after coming inside of me shortly before, but his orgasm just as intense. He holds my head firmly as he thrusts deep, one last time as I press my finger deep inside his ass. He shouts again, amazed that he's still coming, harder now. My mouth milking him, sucking him dry. I pull back to let him see his cum in my mouth, letting it roll around my tongue as I look him in the eye and swallow it. He groans and collapses back against my car, pulling me to my feet and tightly against him.

He lifts his head, looking at me as he leans down to kiss me. Tasting his cum on my tongue. He chuckles yet again. Then throwing his head back he laughs, deep and loud. I can't stop the grin that breaks out on my face, laughing with him, feeling the total release of tension, the freedom of what we'd just experienced. 

Looking around us, not believing that we had just fucked under the stars before creatures great and small and whoever else may have been around, not caring what they'd seen. Too wrapped up in each other to worry about the consequences for awhile. 

Holding me tightly to you, you rested your chin on my head, giving us time to catch our breaths and gain control again. I slowly pulled back, reaching down to once again softly stroke your cock before gently pulling your clothing back into place and zipping you up. I patted you through your pants, looked up at you from beneath my eyelashes and said, "Now aren't you glad I'm such a brazen hussy?" Giggling as you broke into laughter yet again.

We both just held on to each other, enjoying the way our bodies molded together. Knowing that we had the entire night to be together when we got back home.

I so love meeting you after work this way! ;-) 



Parking



Well work was just another day of the same old thing. So much needs done and so little time to do it in. Oh well it is time to go home, thankfully it's Friday. When you get outside it is a beautiful spring day, but you've had a long week and you just want to get home. You have finally hit the long lonely stretch of quiet road after the town traffic. Up ahead you see a car pulled off the side of the road with the hood up, as you near the vehicle you see a woman alone looking as though she needs some help. You slow and pull off to at least let her use your cell phone to get some help. Except that the woman in the car is me and what I need just arrived, YOU!!

I ask you to follow me, and you do. I just happen to know about a little place to kind of hide out. It's just a place to hide the vehicles but that's ok because I've really been wishing that I could get you in the back seat of a car for a very long time. Now I am finally going to have that wish come true.

We pull in and park. I come to your truck and open up the door. I give you a very nice hello kiss. I just love to see you smile like that. I take your hand and you get out of the truck and follow me to my car. You open the back door for me and I climb in, you follow closely behind. Once inside you lean over to kiss me but I slide forward and lay you down on the seat. I climb on top of you and now we are kissing and cuddling. 

This is so nice but nice isn't what I'm looking for right now. I pull off your shirt and I begin kissing and sucking on your neck and across your chest. Now I am working my way down. I just cant wait, I unbutton and unzip your pants and strip them off of you. I sure like what I see. From the size of that hard cock you sure are enjoying this. I can't help myself, I lean down and take you into my mouth, as I take you in I run my tongue around your cock. I slide my mouth up and down and up and down with your cock going further and further into my mouth then further and further into my throat. I just love knowing that I'm the reason you are so hard, This really excites me.

You help me pull off my white summer dress and you seem to be pleased that I am not wearing anything underneath it. I lay on top of you with my breasts hanging right on your face, you quickly take them into your hands and into your mouth. One at a time, back and forth, kissing, sucking and gently biting on my nipples until they are so hard that I cant stay still. I lay my body down against yours. 

You take charge and you turn me over, you lay me down on the seat and pull my leg to the side just enough to slide in between my thighs. I think you are going to slide that hard cock of yours inside of me but you don't. You reach underneath me and grab my ass and lift me to your mouth. You begin to lick me slowly and gently at first. It doesn't take long and you can feel how hard my clit has become, not to mention how wet I have gotten. You just wont stop and you are driving me wild. Your tongue darts in and out of me, you really have a talent with that thing. 

I am so excited that it doesn't take long and I am ready to explode. You already know this and you wont stop until I cum all over your face. That is exactly what I do. Before I can even catch my breath you enter me and it feels so good that I cum again as soon as you do. I look up and you are grinning so big. You are now moving in and out of me. Slowly at first and then the rhythm picks up, Now you we are going faster and you are going deeper. You are as deep as you can be. I am simply going out of my mind with pleasure, We are in a world all our own now and this world is about to explode with pleasure. We are both ready and it looks like we are going to share this one. My muscles are tightening around you now, so much so that you can't hold out any longer. We both explode with the best orgasm we have ever had. What a wonderful way to start the weekend.



Parking Area 2 Miles



Prior to writing this next installment in my awesome sex life as a bisexual crossdresser, I thought I had already written about all of my worth while, true life experiences, but I had actually forgotten about this one.




It happened in, I believe, 2008, during the end of the summer. I was driving my truck. I am a truck driver by trade. Three hours and a coffee after leaving my pickup point for my load, I needed to piss. Ahead was a parking area, according to the signs along the highway. "Parking Area 2 MiIes". I needed a stretch too, so it seemed about time for a rest break. "Parking Area 1 MiIe". 

I pulled into the area for "Trucks, Trailers and Buses". It was dark, but still relatively early, and I was the only vehicle in the truck parking area. This would prove to be excellent timing. Now, if you've read and are familiar with my stories and my background, you know that my stories are totally true, and accurate to the best of my recollection. I may begin writing about my fantasies and 'solo' happenings in the near future, and when I do, I will be sure to properly categorize them as fiction, fantasy or solo. This story you're reading now is another true story that happened to me simply by the dumb luck of being in the right place at the right time. 

I had my pick of spots, and chose the one right in front of the bathrooms, so I wouldn't have to walk that far. In the back of my truck, in the sleeper, is where I have all my stuff for the few days at a time I'm on the road. I was lucky in that I wasn't a long - haul driver who was gone for weeks at a time. But I WAS lucky, as it would turn out, to have a sleeper truck. In the midst of my stuff, of course, was my bag of women's clothes and shoes. I never leave home without my bag of goodies! And condoms too, of course. 

I get out and lock the truck. I'm walking into the building, enjoying the peace and quiet, and the cool evening air. It was about 7pm and the temp was about 55. Had to be September. Still summer but not for much longer. In the building I continue, do my business and head out. But this exit stage left wouldn't be like any before, or unfortunately, since. Waiting outside was a large man, probably about 50 or so years old. He struck up a conversation with me, asking how I liked driving truck and telling me how he used to drive too, but was now in the business of driving an escort vehicle for oversize loads. Less stress, he cited. 

I wasn't in a great hurry, actually ahead of schedule, and he seemed nice enough, probably just wanted someone to talk to for a few minutes. So talk we did. He told me some stories about what he used to do when he stopped at truck stops, rest areas, and other public places where a truck could fit. He didn't come right out and say it, but reading between the lines I knew what he WAS saying...that he liked screwing around with men! He then looked at me and asked me, "What are you looking for?". I answered his question WITH a question, and asked him "What are YOU looking for?". "I...like to...I like to suck cock", his head kind of tipped down and his shoulders seemed to hunch forward, in a shameful admission. 

I then surprised myself, without hesitation, saying "Well, I like getting fucked in the ass". This kind of surprised him, lifted his spirits a bit, and he smiled and asked if I'd like to go back inside and he would gladly fuck me. Well, I told him it was too risky to do it in a public john, and that I had a truck with a sleeper that would be safer and more private...and that I was a crossdresser and had my stuff in the truck. I asked him if he was OK with me dressing up in women's clothes. He was totally cool with it. Holy shit, I couldn't believe this was actually happening! This was the first time ever, and so far the ONLY time, where I hooked up without soliciting for it with an ad in the paper. Every other one of my experiences have been planned. 

I told him to give me a few minutes to change into my female attire. He agreed and told me he prowled this rest area with a friend, and asked if I wouldn't mind if he got in on the action as well! Of course you know my response! TWO fucks for the proverbial price of one? He'll yeah! This couldn't get much better now, could it. I went back to my truck and stripped the clothes that I wear only because society SAYS I, as a man, SHOULD wear, and replaced them with the clothes I WANT to wear, always! I pulled on a pair of black, sheer opaque footless tights over my black panties (wear panties 24/7), black velvet miniskirt with matching 3/4 sleeve sheer top, and finished off the outfit with a pair of 4" black 'ballroom dance' shoes, with the strap, closed heel and toe with open sides. 

He knocked on my truck door just as I buckled the last strap on my shoe. I let him in and he said how much he liked what he saw. Then he broke some bad news, his friend didn't want anything to do with a man in drag. Damn shame! But certainly not a total loss. He sat in the drivers seat and didn't waste much time, which was fine with me. He lifted the front of my skirt and pulled down the front of my tights and panties, and took my cock, which was nice and hard, in his warm mouth. I've NEVER cum from a blowie, from any woman or man, but I came close this night! I almost fucking came in his mouth! I would have had he not sensed it and stopped. I was never that close ever before, so I didn't even immediately recognize what almost transpired. 

We then moved into the sleeper part of the truck, and onto the bed. I pulled down the back of my tights and panties and got on all fours. He put on a condom and entered my ass, oh how awesome a feeling that is, I never tire of it, that initial pain, as my asshole stretches to accommodate a lover, being the woman I wish I was, pleasing any man who will let me. After a few minutes, he pulled out and rolled me on my back. He grabbed my ankles, which is a HUGE turn on for me, lifted my legs over his head, and without missing a beat (or more importantly, without missing my hole!) he re-entered me like a porn star pro! My ankles behind his neck, his cock pounded my ass relentlessly, and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way! When he finally came, he drained of all color, actually worrying me for a second (I really didn't need to explain why there was a big guy on top of me, dead of a heart attack lol), but all was OK. I love how a cumming cock feels when it pulsates against the ring of my anus! 

He left shortly thereafter. I didn't bother changing out of my outfit. I hit the road, still wearing the clothes I just got fucked in.



Parking Deck



She slid into the car at exactly 7:00am.

Just like she does every morning. 

Angela is thirty-five years old. 

She is beautiful, she is highly educated, and she is rich. 

Angela works in my building. By all accounts, she is a paragon of success. She is a rising star in her company; the corporate mistress of all she surveys. Women envy her and men want to be with her. 

But Angela is also the victim of a wonderfully terrible secret.

Me.

This morning she was wearing a navy suit with a cream-colored blouse, conservatively cut to show only the slightest hint of cleavage, with dark stockings and a pair of snappy heels. She'd topped it off as usual with her long mink coat. I'd asked her about the coat one time while we stood waiting for the shuttle, and she'd said it was a gift from her grandmother in Georgia. I've always thought it was a little pretentious, but it's not my choice.

For my part, I had dressed in a dark gray suit and a black topcoat. The weather required such measures, even if they did get in the way of things. 

I couldn't see her eyes. Angela almost always wore a pair of DKNY sunglasses, and this morning was no different. I think something about meeting my eyes is difficult for her. 

After all, it's no easy thing to suck a man's cock every morning and then ignore him for the rest of the day.

She looked at me for a moment and then turned to lock the door. 

Why she does this, why she locks the door at all, I am not sure, since it could not possibly prevent anyone from discovering us. 

Not that I'd really care if anyone discovered us. If I were caught, I could laugh it off. After all, being a man amongst men has its advantages. 

But for Angela, it would ruin her. 

It's not just that she'd suffer the humiliation of her coworkers' ridicule; rather, I had come to realize that her own inherent sense of being genteel would be totally destroyed were she 'outed' for the slut she is. 

And believe you me, that sense of being genteel, of being just a little more cultured than the rest of us, is something that she clings to. You can see it in the way she walks; in the way that her words are carefully chosen so as to never be anything other than cultured; in the manner of her dress; in the way she eats. Angela personifies the fine southern woman; I've heard others note this with a mixture of admiration and envy, seen other women hold her at a distance because they feel diminished by the very grace and breeding she exudes.

Most think she's the acme of a southern lady. 

I know differently.

I know it's all a facade. I know how her need burns within her, and how she's caught in the deliciously terrible predicament of being unable to satisfy her own cravings. How she has to seek out sexual release from another to satiate her hunger.

And only I know that each and every day she wages an inner struggle between the better angels of her southern, upper-class upbringing and the dark, hungry sexual demons that are her true self.

It's a battle I am happy to help her lose.

Having locked the door, she turned back toward me and smiled, and then quickly bent to her task. Fingers graced by an upscale boutique manicure swiftly unzipped my suit pants and reached in to deftly pull out my cock. I was semi-aroused at this point – only a man dead from the waist down wouldn't be turned on by the sight of a hot brunette diving for his cock – and savored the feeling of her warm hand embracing my shaft.

Withdrawing me to the fullest extent possible by my suit pants, she grasped me with one head and bent to plant a kiss on the head of my cock, blessing it with her lipstick. It's some shade that is stylish, one with an expensive name I am sure most women would recognize, even if I don't. 

Not that I care. Angela is always very careful to leave my cock as clean as she found it when she's done. 

I could see the full curves of her breasts falling forward out of her blouse, with just the smallest hint of black lace supporting them. From what I've seen, her breasts are small but pert, and present a fine contrast to her long, well-toned legs.

Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, sending a shock of sensation through me. I groaned and stiffened in her hand, and in response she began to stroke me gently.

As my arousal increased, she began to move her hand faster. She was very talented, and knew how to apply just the right combination of grip and rhythm to achieve maximum effect.

I could feel my cock begin to pulse in her hand. 

She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock again, and I shivered in response, pushing myself back and down a little into my seat.

Angela looked up at me, her brown eyes just visible over the tops of her DKNY sunglasses and smiled, pausing for effect so I could see the tip of her tongue poised atop my throbbing member. Something about having a throbbing cock in her hand really gets her really excited. 

Her grip was firm but gentle, and the soft skin of her hands was warm to the touch. I pulsed once for good effect and heard her giggle a little, more from amusement at my antics than anything else. 

Up and down, up and down, slow at first, often breaking her pace just to torment me. Angela let out a long slow breath, using the heat of it to stimulate the wetness her tongue had just placed, sending shivers down my shaft, tiny shivers that made me lick my lips and gasp slightly.

When I start to get really aroused like this, it resonates with her.

My pleasure becomes her pleasure, which makes her all the more eager.

I groaned and pushed back against the seat, enjoying the feel of her on me, the way her tongue swirled across the head and then down the shaft, only to rise and swirl again, only with more pleasure. 

She didn't take me into her mouth yet, choosing instead to work the length of my shaft with her lips and her tongue, taking her time as it drove me further and further into distraction.

Fine beads of sweat broke out of my forehead and I reached up to loosen a button on my collar. Her murmur of satisfaction was pure music. 

Knowing that she has this effect on me, that I crave her so. 

Angela moaned softly and reached out with her other hand to lightly run her fingers across my scrotum. Lovingly, greedily, she moved down, licking and sucking my scrotum, lavishing it with her tongue. I know she loves the feeling of my balls moving within that delicate sac, loves the feel of that fine, smooth skin against her lips and her tongue. So I indulge her appetites.

Not that that is difficult. 

All the while I could hear her breath coming faster, hear the faintest hint of a mewling moan at the back of her throat. 

One of the parts of these morning exchanges that I savor the most is that the very act of sucking my cock gets her incredibly aroused, so much that she often cums when I do. 

Frankly, it's fascinating, because I've yet to lay a finger on her. One of the ground rules she set down was that she wanted to do this to me; she didn't want me to play with her or touch her in any way. It's not something I am entirely happy with, as the sight of her each morning tests my self-restraint to the fullest, but I can live with it. 

I don't know where she developed that insatiable hunger, and I have no idea how long she's had to deal with those cravings. 

What I do know is that I met her at a formal cocktail hour hosted by management, one designed to introduce the members of her law firm to the members of mine. Some passing guest must have bumped her, because before I knew it this beautiful stranger I'd only ever seen in passing had been pushed up against me, her drink splashing onto my shirt and pants. With the press of the crowd her hands brushing against me body didn't seem at all unnatural – until she moved them, her fingertips drawing fiery lines across my thigh. 

Before I could adjust to that surprise, her hand slipped down to my crotch.

At first I thought it was some alcohol-induced attempt to clean up the liquor she'd spilled on me. 

But then she cupped my cock gently, and smiled. 

Her eyes told me she was completely sober.

No one could see us, and so she let her hand linger there for a long moment. 

My heart raced in those few seconds, even as I throbbed unabashedly in her hand.

I'd been standing with a coworker at the time, sipping a Manhattan and making idle conversation when he'd ducked off to go chat up a friend. 

For the moment, however, Carrie was gone to the bathroom and Angela's hand was in my lap. 

Whether it was genuinely by accident, I am not quite sure, but the sparkle in her eye told me then and there that she liked what she'd found. 

She must have seen John returning, for she was suddenly gone in a whirl of perfume, leaving me standing there slightly dazed from the raw sexuality of her gaze. 

Needless to say I couldn't sleep that night.

Angela was all I could think about. 

I could hear the first audible stirrings of her talents; the soft gentle mewling sounds that were beginning to come from her. Evidence that she was getting aroused too, that the feeling of my thick cock in her mouth was having its effect. 

Angela's hand took a staccato rhythm now, moving quickly down the shaft and the stopping with a jerk that made me twitch each time. As she did this, she'd lick my cockhead, looking up at me over her glasses to watch me move. 

The throbs of pleasure jolting up my cock from that wonderful mouth of hers were becoming quite intense; they were reaching a point where I was going to start losing my own control. 

So I pressed my hands downward, one against the top of the passenger seat and another against the arm rest to my left. 

As if reading my mind, she moved in the passenger seat, spreading her legs so that her navy skirt rode high to reveal the lacey tops of her gartered stockings. With another small moan she withdrew her hand from my scrotum and pushed it down between her own legs. 

I looked, as I do every morning, but I'll be damned if I could see even the faintest hint of her panties. 

As usual, her questing hand blocked the view. 

Which was fine by me. The sights and sounds of her masturbating while she went down on me were made my blood boil almost as much the intensity with which she applied her mouth to the task at hand.

Her lovely brunette head bobbed once and instantly my cock was engulfed in a universe of warm, wet suction. 

Why she chose me, I am not sure. 

What I do know is that that following Monday morning she came into my office, closed the door, and told me in no uncertain terms that she was going to suck my cock. And then, with only an unlocked door between myself and the rest of my firm, she knelt before me and went down on me like a pro. 

I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life as I did that morning. It took me minutes to compose myself to the outward observer, but hours to get my mind back to something approaching center; the images of her kneeling before me, and then casually sashaying out when she was finished were simply too much to deal with in such a short time.

And, for the next four days she came to my office. She said little and asked nothing of me. For my part, I had the surprising foresight to shut up, ask no questions and simply focus on remembering to lock the door. 

The following week I asked her to meet me in the parking deck instead, and after an initial moment of her upper class mores being offended at the prospecting of sucking my cock in a car like some common street walker, she acquiesced. Despite her objections, I think the location gets her wet.

My shaft was straight and hard, its throbbing, steely length coated with her saliva. She switched hands and reached up with her right to grip me, adding her own wetness to the mix as she stroked me.

Her other hand was buried in her own lap, pistoning against her pussy as she moaned loudly around my cock.

I could smell her, smell her sex, a heady scent unique to her that filled my nostrils and thrust its tendrils into my brain. 

Sometimes, after a long day, I could still smell her in my car, the sweet musky smell of her sex; it was enough to get me hard, even hours later. 

I was completely engulfed in her, held at the ragged edge of reason by the delirious application of her tongue and her throat.

Slowly, she'd sink down onto my shaft, taking in the full length of me, working her tongue against my shaft even as she did so. And then, when I was fully within her, when I could see nothing but the top of her head buried in my lap, she'd pause, holding me there against the back of her throat, feeling me twitch and throb within, until she could stand it now more. 

And with a wet throaty pop she'd release me, raising her head as she gasped for air, growling out her desire for more as she took in a lungful of air before sinking back down on me. 

The wet noises of her sucking me into her mouth roared in my ears.

Mesmerized, I watched her hand push her skirt even higher, the scent of her wet sex filling my car. 

How she could concentrate like this, how she could even think to touch herself when she was wrapped around the pulsing shaft in her mouth was beyond me. 

But I loved her for it. 

As I sat there, reveling in her presence, and tormenting myself with what I wanted but couldn't have, she pressed her tongue against the underside of my cock and a strange tingling heat coursed the length of my shaft. It was torture.

Because in reality, while I enjoyed these morning trysts for what they were, I longed to soak her with my seed, to spasm out my joy onto her face, her breasts, her hair, to take that inscrutable mask of southern womanhood that she wore each and every day and cast it aside, to watch her shiver and moan her way to a shattering orgasm as I fuck her roughly and well. 

This woman was a tigress, a sexual being like you only read about, and yet she was trapped in a cage of her own making. I knew she could be a lover like none I'd ever had, if only I could find a way to release her.

But I couldn't. 

After four months of this, I had come to accept that. 

So I leaned back and let myself enjoy the moment, feverish from her talents as she drove me ever closer to release. 

Best of all, her fine hands continued to work their magic against her clit, tearing loud mewling cries from her in a way I couldn't. 

Still, despite my best efforts, I couldn't see her panties. And as a guy who went to catholic schools, who became fully aware of the beauty of the female form amidst a sea of lovely, coltish legs clad in short, pleated plaid, seeing a woman's panties when she's wearing a skirt is key. 

Outside the sun was shining and I could see people going to work, blissfully unaware that I was getting a blowjob while they were headed to meetings and paperwork. 

The poor bastards.

Over the tops of her sunglasses, I could see Angela close her eyes as she ran her tongue over my hard shaft, feeling me twitch and pulse. 

Her cheeks hollowed out and then filled with the push and flow of her efforts, even as her long lashes fluttered with her own excitement. 

I was getting close, and she knew it. 

She began to really bob up and down, pursing her lips to create a tight, firm suction. Angela's mouth embraced me, held me there, working the length of me with a determined fervor that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I began to lose focus, began to feel hot from the intensity of it all. 

My ears were filled with noise, some of it my ragged moans, some of it hers, some of it simply the wet, hungry noises of her talents.

Spasms began to rock me as my cock twitched and shuddered in her mouth. I knew that by know the taste of me was rich in her mouth, that she was wet with desire from it. 

Every day this drama of sex and secret desire plays itself out. Five days a week she comes to me like this. I've suggested that she meet me for drinks on a Saturday night, and each time I receive the same polite refusal. 

But I keep after her; I know that each day her resolve crumbles a little more in the face of her hunger. 

I can see it, you know; there are little signs that only a man blessed by her talents as a fellatrix would recognize: a glance that lingers just a little too long when passing in the lobby, the odd brush of contact in the lunchroom. At best, the casual observer might think that she simply had a crush on me; they couldn't possibly see that these are the signs of a resolve born of class and upbringing dissolving in the face of the realities of her daily ritual. 

So I wait, watching the signs and pushing ever so gently, here and there; patient in my resolve to win her for myself. 

At last I could stand no more. Angela was keening with desire, her hand furiously working against her clit, the smell of her need filled my car, clinging to my nostrils, driving my own lusts on.

I must have moaned, because she stopped and looked at me, her sunglasses askew, her brown eyes glistening with hunger and mischief.

"No more..." I gasped, "no more..."

She smiled then, a Chesirecat grin, and resumed her sucking, stopping at the top of each bob to run her tongue firmly across the head of my cock.

On the fourth iteration I exploded into her mouth, panting as I shuddered with the pleasures of the little death. 

Angela swallowed it all, hungrily drinking in my seed as she came as well. My shaft muffled her moans, but I knew from the sound of things and the way her body bucked against mine that this morning's release was particularly intense. 

She lingered, slowing the movement of her head as my release weakened in its intensity and her own inner hunger diminished. 

At last, when I'd truly, finished, she held me in her mouth, cleaning me thoroughly, before releasing me. 

I weakly tucked my cock back into my pants, watching as the airs of her upper class bearing reasserted themselves. Lipstick was applied and two pieces of gum designed to freshen the breath were taken. Her hair was soon impeccable again, and her skirt readjusted so as to show no signs that it had ever been so violently cast aside in deference to any untoward sexual appetites.

She looked at me, her gaze somewhat cool behind those dark sunglasses, "Shall we go?"

Her voice was like honey, full of satisfaction, with just a hint of smugness.

And just like that she was gone, exiting my car and heading down the steps of the parking deck to the waiting commuter shuttle below. 

I waited a minute and then grabbed my briefcase and followed. 

We rode up the elevator in silence, crowded in together at the back of the car by the press of those racing to start their days. 

I could smell her perfume in the confined space, mixed with the subtle scent of her sex.

Her hand brushed against mine, ever so gently. I looked at her and saw the faintest tracings of a grin. Something about this morning had her feeling naughty. 

For good measure, I cupped her ass as we stood there. As expected, it was firm and taut, the product of good genes and exercise. She pushed back into my hand, just a little, just enough to tell me she enjoyed my touch, and I swear I heard a tiny little gasp from her.

Then the bell rang, signaling we'd arrived at her floor. She stepped away from me and was gone.

But just before the doors closed, she turned and winked.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day.



Parking Garage



Public encounters can be very erotic. Especially with someone you just meet. The shopping mall I go to has a parking garage where you get a ticket and then pay when you leave. All summer I would happen to come up to the ticket booth where this really hot Spanish girl worked. She would flirt with me from time to time and I always made sure I paid my ticket at her booth. 

Well one day I was at home watching a few erotic videos and having some steamy hot chat conversations online. I was really horny and needed to get laid. That's when I thought about the girl at the mall. I went down there and parked on the top level away from other cars. I then went to the booth where she was working. She said she couldn't really talk to me since cars would pull up every couple of minutes. So I got into the booth and crouched on the floor so the cars could see me. 

She thought I was crazy but since it was so boring to sit in the booth all day, she was glad to have some company. Her uniform was a basic white blouse and black skirt. It was a little hot out so she had a few buttons undone so you could get a glimpse of her black bra. We chatted for about an hour while she would pause every few minutes to take a ticket and give back change. While I'm sitting there I would get a good glimpse up her skirt and could see her panties. She caught me staring a few times but didn't seem to mind. A few minutes later I decide to slide my hand up her skirt and began to stroke her pussy from the outside of her panties. She was shocked at first but catching her off guard turned her on so she hiked up her skirt and open her legs wider. 

I pushed aside the panties and began fingering her. She was really getting wet and wanted to sit back and enjoy it, but cars would still pull up every couple of minutes. I pulled her skirt higher and removed her panties, tucking them into my back pocket. I then go down and start to eat her pussy. She tasted really good and had shaved down to a nice little triangle. As I stroked my tong in and out of her pussy, she used one hand to run her fingers threw my hair and the other to play with her nipples through her blouse. She would have to stop to not let people see what was going on but I kept eating away trying to make her come. 

Hopefully when there was a car handing in a ticket. It would be funny. You could hear her struggle to say thank you when she handed back the change. One old lady asked if she was having an asthma attack. She held her orgasm in until there were no cars coming and then leaned back and orgasmed hard. She sat up and pulled her skirt down. I got out the booth and told her I would wait until she got off from work.

About 2 hours later she gets off work and meets me in the mall where i've been walking around doing some shopping. We walk over to my car and get in. She notices that I am parked away from everyone else and gets on top of me. We start to make out and I pull her blouse open to suck on her breast. They were nice and perky and her nipples were rock hard. I recline the seat and she rubs herself up and down on me. She then turns around and pulls my dick out. 

Taking the opportunity, I pull her ass to me and eat her out 69 style. She sucks on my dick like no one ever has and it's driving me wild. She slides her mouth all the way down to my balls and back up to the head. She then moves up and gets on my dick, riding me with her back to me. I guide her ass with my hands as she pumps up and down on my rod. We decide to change positions so I stand up through the sun roof as she bends over facing the back seat. I then plow into her, full doggy style. 

I pound away with full stokes. Moving harder and faster then before. I'm close to coming so she turns around and deep throats my cock. Ass she uses one hand to cup my balls she used the other to stroke me to orgasm. I shot a nice full load into her mouth. I now come to the mall every weekend and wait for her to get off work.



Parking Garage Encounter



I got a big surprise on the street in the city one day. I had just completed a job interview and was heading back to the garage where my truck was parked; and who should I see emerging from the same garage I was entering? You, Thrill. There you were, in your business attire: Tall, lean, distinguished, sexy...emmm...edible. I was dressed, differently than you were used to, in a red business suit - tight skirt hitting just above my knees; fitted jacket with a hem line just below my hips; a red push up bra (subtle but observable) under a white blouse with only enough buttons to barely keep my breasts contained, yet, few enough to show ample and enticing cleavage; white nylons; and a pair of red pumps that draw the eye down my body and legs to them – with heels high enough not disappoint the viewer when finally reached – but, low enough that I did not risk a limb walking in them. 

We exchanged surprised greetings of "Hey"...yours bearing the usual two syllables that that Southern drawl you will never shake yields (I love a man with an accent...and, God I love to hear you say "Hey".) You asked what I was doing in town. I told you about my interview. 

"Interesting interview attire," you said.

"Well," I said, "I figure if I don't get the job, I will at least be sure he doesn't forget the applicant." 

We laughed. You asked where I was headed next. I said I had another interview after lunch and would be heading across the bridge to kill time until then.

You looked at me and said, "You look a little tense."

I did feel a bit wound up. I do enjoy interviewing. Ordinarily, I like any opportunity to shine and I do love to dazzle a stranger, but not when that stranger has something I need. This is the first time in my life I felt I needed a job. I admitted being a little stressed.

"Well, maybe we can relieve some of that tension," you said. I knew what would do it, I just didn't know where. But I was glad I ran into you. If anyone could relieve some tension, it is you...not to mention create some!

I looked at you. You had that "anything is possible" look on your face. 

"Where is your truck?" you asked. 

“It is on the third level”, I said. 

You responded by saying, "Let's go." 

I lead the way as we walked to the stairwell that leads to the different levels in the parking garage. Foot traffic was slow considering the time of day. Just about anyone who was going to work was already there by then. We arrived at the third of four levels of the garage. My truck was parked at the far end of the garage, backed towards the wall. As we approached, I pushed the button to unlock the doors. You were still behind me as we came up to the truck. Just as we reached it and I was about to stop at the back driver's side door, you put your hand on the small of my back and ushered me past the door and to the back of the truck.

"We aren't getting in this time," you said. 

We continued walking to the rear of the truck. I turned to you and you pressed me against the wall. I was surprised that you would consider doing this in the open...but the truck was high enough to obscure us from view, and far enough into the garage that no one would likely travel there. 

What concern I had for the brazenness of your actions quickly left me when I felt you put your hand under my skirt and find the long slit between my legs that houses my moist, sweet secrets. My skirt rose over your hand to accommodate you. I automatically parted my legs, which sent my tight skirt higher on my thighs. You quickly discovered that I was wearing stockings and no panties. My pussy was fully at your disposal. You moved up to me, slowly began to kiss me, sending my body into light tremors. You leaned your body against mine as you rubbed from my clit to my hole, dipping your finger in just slightly, and removing it and dragging it, and a bit of sticky pre-cum, back to my clit. So adept at lovemaking, you operated on both levels simultaneously, making me melt into your hands – Chocolate Bunny that I am. You moved your mouth to the side of my face and breathed in my ear. Your breath was soft and quick. I felt you hard cock against my pelvis. I loved how tall you were and where your cock touched me when you stood against me.

You stepped back from me, and with a devilish smirk on your face looked me in the eyes as you opened your pants. We switched places, moving as if executing the steps of a slow sensuous dance, not breaking eye contact as we moved. With no further prompting needed, I leaned my back against the rear of my large, tall, red truck, and squatted in front of you, my legs widely spread, shaved pussy completely exposed, my thighs covered just short of the top with white silk and lace stockings, and took the tip of your cock into my mouth. I felt cum leak into my pussy as if some reservoir inside me was slowly giving way. I took a deep breath in, and with it, the smell of you...your cock...your masculinity. Slowly, I moved my mouth along the length of your dick, until the head touched the back of my throat...and then, with deliberation and determination, I pushed further forward until the head found the opening of my throat, plugged it and then entered it. Still pushing further, unable to breath, I advanced until my lips met the very bottom of your gorgeous tool...my forward advance halted by your pubis...no farther to go... no more of you to take...and that was good, as I could take no more. 

My mouth was stretched to the hilt. My eyes watered. I held my breath, as there was no room to take in air. I felt your hands at the back of my head, aiding me, holding me, keeping me there while you felt all of the inside of my mouth and throat; the warmth and wetness of it; the tightness, depth, and control offered only by a mouth; the solitarian experience...nothing else of you being touched or feeling...just your erect, hard, sensuous cock. This was all about you. Just your cock and my making it, and you, feel good. Here in a parking lot. In the middle of the morning, dressed in business suits. Relieving tension before heading back out into the workaday world to face, as you say, "same shit...different day." 

But this was not the same shit. This shit was good, spontaneous, needed. Finally, you released your hold on the back of my head, and as slowly as I took it in, I pulled my head back from your cock, allowing it to return to the world outside of me...momentarily. Again, only the head of your cock was in my mouth...my favorite part. My tongue played over it...feeling the circumference of it. Licking the V formation on the underside. Dancing over the slit in the top of it. And then, with saliva dripping down my chin, tears streaming down my face, and dogged resolve, I again moved forward, taking TheEnterprise back where it had just been...to the back of my throat to rest a moment there, in my throat, against my tongue, the roof of my mouth, and my concaved cheeks. Completely engulfed. While there, I let my tongue flicker against the base of your cock and the tip of your balls. Stroking against the bulge on the underside of your cock just above your balls. My tongue strained to work against any part of you it could reach or had enough room to move against. Then, only because I had to breathe, I again retreated from your cock and took in air and the sight of it simultaneously...and, at the sight of it, there suddenly was not enough air. And there was not enough time to fully appreciate it. There is not enough time in a day. But I would do what I could there in the moment.

I took your cock into my left hand and made good use of the slickness left there by the sticky spit that was drawn from the back of my mouth. I pumped slowly along the length of it. Your pants dropped below your knees, leaving all of your genitalia exposed and available to me. I lifted your cock towards your stomach, tilted my head to the right, and attacked your balls with tongue and lips. Licking them, squeezing them between my lips, sucking them as if they were cocks. I cupped them with my right hand while still stroking your cock with my left hand. I wanted to work every part of you with all of me I had available: hands, mouth, tongue, lips, spit...moans that vibrated against and into your balls and TheEnterprise. 

When I had to taste you again, I dragged my tongue up the length of your cock as if licking an ice cream cone. I did it again, teasing myself...prolonging taking your cock back into my mouth. On the third trip up, I suddenly and in one uninterrupted motion slid my mouth over the top of your cock, took you down my throat again, held you there...frenetically, I twisted my head left to right several times while tightening my mouth around you. Then, as suddenly as I went down, I pulled away, your cock completely removed from my mouth now. I grasped it with my left hand again, pumped it and looked up at you. You were looking down at me...with a look of surprise. Perhaps you wanted to enter my throat again. 

Not to disappoint, I swiftly took you into my throat, tightly grasping you with my all of my mouth, twisting my head, and this time, simultaneously pumping my head up and down the shaft. More spit seeped from the corners of my mouth, down your cock. I was pumping with my hand now, and with my mouth. Squeezing your balls with my other hand. I felt them tightening. My mouth began to strain and ache. My lips were numbing. My pussy was dripping with cum. I felt a familiar swell churning deep inside me. My clit started to throb. I felt myself building to climax. Working your cock, feeling it respond...hard, long, thick...your balls tightening and hardening, your breathing increasing...you slightly bending your knees, bringing your cock even closer to my face. The sound of traffic outside the garage, my back against the rear bumper of the truck, the rhythm and synchronization of the movements of my hand, tongue, and head...somehow in sync with the throbbing of my pussy. All building, increasing, intensifying, until your hands clasped the back of my head and from your throat came a low, long, grunt, forewarning the pulsating, sharp, relentless spray of your cum that immediately shot past my tongue and down my throat. It was all that was needed to send me into a frozen state of climax...there squatting at your feet, my face pressed against your pubis, your hands on the back of my head, your cum threatening to escape through my nose, we both exposed and cumming...frozen in time, someplace else for a moment...inside our heads, and bodies...feeling this for as long as we could, or dared. 

In too short a time, the intensity of the moment began to dissipate. The reality of where we were returned. We were again able to move. We got into the truck, cleaned ourselves up, adjusted our clothes, and prepared to return to the world...more relaxed, less tense, and high on adrenaline, endorphins, and in my case, some serious protein. 

I drove you the entrance of the garage, we said our farewells, and set about the resumption of our day. It was just what I needed and love: A spontaneous sexual encounter...out of the blue, with a good fucking friend. 

I have no idea how my second interview went - and I'll be damned if I cared.



Parking in the Rear



I arrived at the club where we were meeting that night, dressed to impress in knee high black leather boots, a short black skirt, and a leopard print halter style tank top that was just low enough to make my push-up strapless bra a more than worthwhile investment. I was intentionally a little late; I figured making you wait would only add to your anticipation. And I could tell by your walk that I was correct in my assumption. You hurried over to me before anyone else, friends or otherwise, could get the chance to talk to me. We exchanged pleasantries as you led me to a more quiet booth in the back of the dance club. 

Sitting down very close beside me, you ran your fingers lightly over the tops of my bulging breasts and whispered how great I looked tonight, lingering for a second to lightly exhale your hot breath into my ear. I shivered and smiled at you, then turned my attention to the multitudes who were oblivious to us as they danced and laughed on the dance floor. I moved one hand to your knee and lightly traced random patterns on your upper thigh, asking you to go and grab a drink for us. You obliged, and as you were busy at the bar I slipped out of my barely existent thong and balled it up tightly in my fist. You returned, and we sipped on the beverages while chatting and flirting. 

After a while I nonchalantly slipped the thong into your pocket; a sign you knew by now meant I was ready for more than idle conversation and whispered desires. Catching my not-so-sly wink, you took my hand and led me to the dance floor. Though both of us knew we wouldn't be staying much longer, we wanted to socialize at least a little bit before, as always, heading off to be alone. You casually ran your hand up the back of my thigh, under my skirt. Grabbing onto my ass, your fingers searched with needful urgency towards my wet pussy. 

Trying not to be too obvious, you could barely reach and managed only to tease my quivering lips with the tips of your fingers. I hung on to you and we danced, close, you with your hand up my skirt and me rubbing up against your now hard cock. Face to face and beginning to breath harder, we agreed without speaking that it was time to go. We rushed out of the club and over to your car. You kissed me, and backed me up until I was leaning on the hood of your car, pressing yourself against me. I laughed and wriggled away, telling you to wait until we got back to the room. Reluctantly, you agreed and we sped back hastily.

In the elevator, you abruptly hit the stop button and then grabbed me tightly, pushing my back into the corner wall. Without meaning to, I giggled just a little. You smiled as you unzipped your pants and your hard cock came thrusting out into the air. Fortunately the elevator had small railings, a fact which you had apparently noted before as you guided one of my legs, then the other on to the rails. I was now spread wide open and my cunt dripped, just begging to have you inside of me. 

You didn't keep me waiting long before plunging deep inside of me, then in and out in shallow, rhythmic strokes. You leaned back a little so you could watch your stiff cock go in and out of my pussy. This turned you on even more and you began thrusting into me hard and deep. You knew I couldn't take much of this without cumming, but since you were already really hot, you came just as I began to hit the peak of my orgasm. I moaned softly, then begged for you to fuck me hard. 

You gasped as you began shooting your hot cum into me, and I groaned as I came, full force, all over your cock. You slammed into me a few more times, hard and fast and deep, and I knew you were finished as you slowed down and allowed my legs to fall heavily from the rails. I leaned back on the walls for support as you rested your head on my shoulder for a second and we both caught our breath. You laughed and hit the stop button again, and the elevator resumed its upward progress. Kissing and smiling, we made our way to our room. 

Once inside, you shut and locked the door. Grinning, you told me you had a surprise for me. I smiled and asked what it was. You took a bag from your suitcase and from it removed a strap-on dildo, the kind with a jelly-like cock. I asked sweetly what that was for, and you told me that I'd find out soon enough. You brought it with you as you joined me in the king sized bed, and we began kissing as we stripped down to nothing, fondling each others' bodies.

You told me to suck your cock and make it nice and hard for you, which I did. I wanted you to cum in my mouth, but you refused, telling me you had other plans for me tonight. You handed me the dildo and told me to masturbate with it. I put the head by my clit and rubbed it around for a minute...god I love that feeling. I sat up and got into a kneeling position on the bed, facing you, as you watched me, wide-eyed, from the easy chair. I looked up at you and grinned mischievously as I plunged the fake cock into my pussy one time. I took it out and licked my juices from it, running my tongue up and down it and circling the head as if it were yours. 

I reached down to put it in again, but apparently this was more than you could handle and you came over and took it out of my hands. You said now I had to put it on, which I did relatively easily despite it being my first time using one. You looked me up and down, and with a nod of approval you tuned around and positioned yourself on all fours near the end of the bed. You told me to come around and to stick it in your ass. Not wanting to hurt you, I edged the head up to your asshole while rubbing lubricant onto the dildo and your asshole. I gently eased the head into your ass, but this was obviously not painful to you. 

You leaned back into me, shoving the fake cock deep into your ass as you moaned in sheer pleasure. I quickly got used to my fake dick and began to slide it in and out of your ass, slowly at first, then speeding up more and more as your pleasure intensified. By now you could barely hold yourself up as I slammed into you over and over, my hips smacking against your ass. The slapping noises got me aroused and I pushed my 'cock' into you harder and deeper as I neared orgasm. You begged for more, and I delivered it. You told me you were going to cum and I spanked your ass, rather hard, and ordered you to wait for me. 

This was a new side of me, and I liked it. I was overtly pleased with myself and my aggressiveness, and after that I was ready to explode. I moaned for you to cum NOW as I grabbed on to your hips firmly and thrust into your ass over and over, deeper every time as I came. You pushed your ass against my pelvis hard as you moaned loudly and released. I felt my hot juices dripping down my leg as you shot cum all over the bed and your hands and arms. You collapsed on the bed, legs hanging off the end. I laid down next to you and kissed your cheek. With my help you moved up to the pillows and we fell blissfully asleep in each others arms.

But don't think that's where it ends. Oh no. We're KNOWN for waking up for more.

When I woke up, I lifted my face to kiss you. You met my lips with yours, and we quickly picked up where we left off. You informed me it was 'my turn'. You positioned me on my back, legs up, and inserted 2 fingers into my pussy. You intentionally let your hand brush over my asshole a few times, getting my really excited. You put the cool slimey gel on my ass, and I loved it. 

You slathered it all over your cock, focusing on the head. You teased the head in and out of my ass a few times, then came all the way inside. It felt sooooo good; filling me up and stimulating new areas. You pushed in and out slowly, allowing me to get used to it. My muscles relaxed and I was able to handle anything you could give me. You put your fingers back into my pussy and rubbed on my clit with your thumb. I arched my back and lifted my hips greedily to meet your fingers as your cock slid in deeper and deeper. I'll admit it; having you in my ass turned me on more than anything. I gasped as I sensed that I was reaching the edge. 

You took your fingers out of my pussy, not letting me cum quite yet. Not removing your cock, you moved one of my spread legs over and proceeded to turn me onto my stomach. The sheer pleasure I got from you rotating in my ass threatened to push me over the top. I moaned as you lifted me to a kneeling position in front of you. You began to move in and out, slowly, again, holding on to my hips lightly. You whispered for me to rub myself. I began by grabbing my breast, tugging on my nipple and circling it. I licked my fingers and then moistened my already hard nipples. I pinched one nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. 

Then I sucked on my fingers again, this time using them to massage my clit, which trembled deliciously on my finger tips. I couldn't wait any longer. I panted as I began moving with you. You tightened your grip on my hips and rammed your stiff cock deep into my ass, over and over. As I began to cum, I breathed heavily and moaned loudly. I growled for you to go deeper and faster. I rubbed my clit vigorously as you slammed into my ass. As I came I thrust my fingers into my pussy, drenching them in my own sweet juice. You came in my ass, which startled me at first, but then felt erotically thrilling as you filled me up with your hot, thick cum. Our orgasm seemed to last forever; you cumming in my ass and me all over my fingers. Finally I dropped on to the bed, exhausted. You dropped down, partially on top of me, and unable to move we seemed to mutually agree that we'd just sleep here, in the center of the huge bed. I curled up in your arms....

That's all I remember. You asked me later if it hurt. I smiled and said no, that I had been wanting to try that anyway and had managed to 'practice' a little beforehand. You laughed as I blushed and smiled shyly. You kissed me on the forehead and led me over to the bed...



Parking Lot



It's amazing how quickly you can get horny when you need to.

I had been working the night shift for about a year or so, and although the shift to being a night owl had been difficult, I finally adjusted. I had come to enjoy the nighttime very much. It gave me time to enjoy the quiet stillness that you can only experience in the dead of night. I had just left Taco Bell on my lunch break and was walking out to my car. I slowed as I walked outside, my stomach full of grade D ground beef and mushy tortilla shells, and found the night air to be cool, a breeze blowing my long skirt around. I enjoyed feeling the cool sheer fabric tickling my ankles, so I lingered for a minute leaning on my car, head back, breathing deeply. It would be far to soon before I would have to go back into the sterile, air conditioned environment of the office, so I decided to make that moment last as long as I could, lost in my thoughts.

I didn't realize that I had my ass sticking out into the night until I felt his hard cock brush against my crack. I gasped as I spun around to see a tall, thin man standing behind me. His jeans were tight, tight enough that even in the relatively low light I could see the outline of his dick through them. I was so stunned that I couldn't scream. As I stared at him for an interminable second, my hardening nipples paralyzed me. He didn't say a word at first, but the hungry look on his face said all that he was thinking. He wanted to take me, a random stranger in the night. It didn't matter what I looked like or who I was, he just wanted to fuck me. I thought about running, but my pussy was starting to spasm with excitement, so I did nothing but stand there. Subconsciously though, I couldn't quell the urge to retreat, although consciously I didn't want to, because if I resisted he might leave. I did back up though, the two steps that it took me to be pinned against the side of my car.

I think he grunted as he moved towards me. My nipples were so hard, and coupled with the cool air, I was certain that he could see them. He was almost drooling as he stepped towards me, hands outstretched. When he grabbed my breasts for the first time, it was so forceful that I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. I was sure there was a genuine look of fear on my face, as he smiled as he groped me. The sudden shock to my system from foreign hands ranging over my body only further cemented my muscles, almost to the point where my back was starting to ache. Or maybe that was uncontrollable horniness. He was kneading my breasts, pressing them into my chest, and gripping my hips. Reflexively, my arms flew up to my sides, hands in front of my face. He reached behind me, and pulled in towards him, and reached around to grab my ass. His large hands enveloped my ass spreading it, forcing my knees open slightly. I was chest to chest with him, and I felt his dick against my stomach. It was long, and felt like a pipe laying on my midsection. My clit was starting to ache as well. It felt like it was trying to break free of my body. I felt his burgeoning excitement when he ran his hand up the small of my back, and felt that I was wearing no underwear. There was nothing to stop the juices from flowing free of my pussy. I felt a slight trickle touch my thigh, I was dripping wet. 

He would wait no further. Grabbing my wrist, he spun me around, and with a hand over my neck, led me to the front of my car, which was parked near a row of bushes. There was barely room for me to fit. I still didn't say a word. Although I loved sex, particularly risque or taboo encounters, never in a million years did I think I would do something like this. I didn't even know this man's name, and he was for all intents and purposes he was a rapist. He didn't care if I had screamed, or begged or fought him, he would fuck me anyway. But not only was I yearning to be entered by him, I was keeping the illusion of nonconsent as best I could. 

This man was thrilling. I expected him to simply bend me over, lift my skirt and pound me, but he had other ideas. As I stood there, staring at him, with my back to the bushes, he sat back on the hood of my car, and undressed me, all but my sandals. With surprising delicacy, he unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off me, tossing it onto the grass. He stood and reached behind me, unhooking my bra with one hand, slipping it off my shoulders and tossing it onto the grass as well. I almost came from the cool breeze striking my full breasts. The goosebumps were almost painful, and my nipples were so hard they were beginning to go numb. Finally, he ran his fingers underneath the waistband of my skirt and slipped it all the way down to my ankles. I couldn't help but giggle, the sensations were so intense that I had to laugh. I was standing in a parking lot, completely naked. We were so close to the street that I could see the occassional headlight illuminate my dark, naked body. I was so horny, I thought I might collapse. I wish he would hurry up and fuck me.

Again he surprised me. He forced me down to my knees with one hand, unzipping his pants with the other. I positioned myself so that my lips were clenching my clit tightly as his veiny dick flopped out. It was thick, throbbing, and dripping with precum. I licked a drop from the bottom of his penis, smeared it around his head, and took it, as much of it as I could into my mouth. It was such a lusty, dirty blowjob, I was loving every second. I was forcing him deep into my mouth, occasionally chocking and gagging on it. I sucked him, with just my mouth, until a long trail of spit was dribbling from my lips. He cock was glistening in the low light. He would let out a moan or two, but gave no other indication that he was enjoying it except for thrusts to drive himself deeper towards my throat.

When he was finally done with assaulting my mouth, my hands were trembling I was so ready for him to release me by sliding his dick into me. I knew his member had to be in pain. By my rough guess, I had sucked him for at least 10 minutes, and it was rigid now that it didn't even move, rather just stood jutting from his body like a long hook. He pushed me back onto the grass on my back. I immediately spread my legs and waited as he kneeled down on top of me. There was no need for him to gently slide into me, my crotch was a slippery mess. I inhaled slowly as he punched it into me, gripping it tightly. The initial force of his hard, hot, wet cock parting my lips made the rest of my body go limp. I expected pain at first, he was so big, but I felt nothing but welcome tightness and pressure in my belly. My arms flopped to my sides in the grass. I didn't exactly cum immediately, but the pleasure of him pounding away at me put me into some sort of trance. I could feel me breathing ragged in my throat, and iI felt him spreading my legs wider, but the pleasure was so intense that it almost seemed as if it was happening to someone else and not me. I did acutely feel my back sliding against the grass, as he was trying to cum quickly, fucking me harder and harder. His balls were slapping against my ass, and his stomach was rubbing my clit, torturing it.

My head was already spinning and I was disoriented when I felt my belly begin to spasm. He was fucking me faster and faster also, and I knew he was about to climax. I grabbed two handfuls of grass and held onto dear life. I was bucking harder than I ever remembered, as my whole lower body rhythmically jerked with the beginnings of a mind blowing orgasm. I tucked my tongue underneath my teeth to keep from biting it as I tried my hardest not to wail. When I finally could hold back no further, the only sound that came from me were deep, animal grunts. I was cumming so hard, I thought the pleasure was going to rip my body in half. As my climax subsided slightly, I was able to look up, where I saw that I came so hard I had forced him out of me. His head was thrust back and he was stroking his cock, a pained look on his face. I saw thin streams of cum on my belly, and in my pubic hair, a few spurts reaching the bottom of my breasts where I could see how hard he initially came. I laid back and let my orgasm continue, my eyes rolling backwards in my head.

When I came to, I saw him tucking his slimy cock back into his jeans. Still semi-erect, he could barely fit it in. He looked around nervously, wondering if anyone had been watching. Satisfied that no one was around, he breathed deeply, took his shirt off and threw it down on top of me. I still could barely move.

He made momentary eye contact with me, and without saying a word, he walked across the parking lot, bare-chested, to a car that I hadn't even remembered seeing there before, leaving me in the grass at Taco Bell, naked, covered in cum. His tires squealed as he drove out of the parking lot, and away into the night. 

I didn't even realize until looking that I had two hands full of grass. I wiped his remains off of me with his shirt and tossed it in the bushes. I quickly dressed and got in my car. My pussy was raw and throbbing, aching for some more attention. I spent a few minutes making sure that I didn't have any grass in my hair, and composing myself to go back to work. Turning the ignition, I checked the clock. It had only been 45 minutes, I still had 15 minutes before I had to be back at work!!

Damn, I thought, sure wish I knew what kind of car that was........



Parking Lot



He was waiting for me near the edge of the mall parking lot when I drove up. 

I stepped out of my car, and couldn't help but smile as I stood less than a foot from him, sitting in his SUV, and looking fantastic.

The window was down and his arm was resting on the sill. I stroked his arm, admiring the dark blue sweater and whispering "Hi there", feeling shy and excited all at once. I love the butterflies. It never ceases to amaze me.

*************** 

I've been secretly seeing this man all summer long. We've met at least once a week at the park, taking advantage of the solitude to kiss, caress, and tease one another, step by step, inching closer to becoming lovers. Every visit, my stomach would be full of butterflies as I was driving to meet him, and I would leave feeling warm all over from our "park" time together. He was very patient with me, given that I was anxious about not letting our spouses find out, and that I just wasn't confident in my own sex appeal. A long and boring marriage rut will do that to you. Bit by bit, he let me know how much he wanted to be my lover. One day, he said to me "I can't think of anything better than to spend an afternoon in a hotel room being very intimate with you." I felt like a supermodel, a celebrity, a sex symbol,... I can't put into words how sexy I felt knowing that he wanted me. 

We grew bolder, even sneaking off twice to a different park where we spent glorious hours on a blanket in the sun, making out like teenagers. The second time, we snuck into the woods and had a quickie, but again I was so damn nervous about a couple of things, that it was rushed and I pulled back from him a little bit for a while afterward, telling him I didn't really know when we could be together again. 

I made some peace with that over the next few months, and we started to get more intense again, writing dirty little stories and emailing them between our private accounts, fantasies about having sex together.

I started to REALLY want to have sex with him again. There were things we hadn't done the first time, that I really wanted to do THIS time. 

One day in the park I told him that I would be able to slip away the following Tuesday, and easily cover my tracks so that we could take a long lunch. I didn't come out and say "I want to have sex with you again" but he offered me a suggestion as to a place that we could go. 

I mulled it over all weekend. For the next two days I stroked myself while I was getting dressed, while I was lying in bed, and several other times, just wanting to feel his mouth moving over me. I thought over and over about going down on him in return, feeling his cock in my mouth, and driving him crazy with my lips, tongue and hands. 

That Monday he sent me a note about where we'd meet, and mentioned that he'd have blankets and pillows in the back of his SUV. I knew he'd have the back seats down, leaving a big flat area where we could play. I was excited. I thought for sure we'd go back to the other park, and have sex there.

**********

So there I was, standing next to his SUV. Sheepishly, I grinned. "I'm hungry. Can we just run into the cafe and get something to go? I don't want to stay in there."

He smiled at me, patient as usual, and got out of the car. Once we had purchased a light lunch, we walked back to his car. He looked so good in his jeans and sweater. I wanted him IMMEDIATELY, but the park was a half hour drive away. 

He surprised me by driving around to the other side of the mall, and backing into a sort of corner space, between a hill and a dumpster full of cardboard boxes. I was so confused. Were we eating here? He didn't really expect me to have SEX with him here, did he? In the parking lot of a MALL?? Is he damn crazy? I didn't know what to say. 

He started eating his sandwich and I nibbled at my bagel, while we chatted and flirted. Then to my surprise, he took of his shoes and jumped into the back. Holy shit. He really did want to do it right there. I almost died. 

I wanted to at least kiss him a little bit before making him drive me to a more secluded spot, so I climbed in the back. I asked him about other people seeing us, and he pointed out that the back windows of his SUV were all tinted, so that no one could see in.

He had a beach towel which he spread over the backs of the two front seats, whispered to me "now we have privacy... no one can see us..." and started kissing me. 

He was on my right, reclining on his side and leaning over to kiss me. With his right hand he started stroking my face and my hair, and then caressing my breasts. 

Already my breathing was heavy. I love the way he kisses me, teasing me with his tongue, moving across my lips, kissing my jaw and my neck. I love to touch his face, to stroke the contours of his face and trace his beard and the tiny spots just below the curves of his lower lip that don't have as much hair. 

His hands explored me, and when I couldn't wait anymore I pulled up my shirt and gave him a look at what I was wearing. It was a charcoal grey bra with black pinstripes. The material was very thin and as he sucked on my nipples through the fabric I could feel them stiffen. 

I was no longer thinking about where we were, or who might see. My pulse was racing and I needed to feel his mouth directly on my skin - I pulled one part of my bra to the side, and he eagerly moved his lips over to the newly exposed flesh. 

He reached under my back to unhook the bra, so that it could be moved up and out of his way. The skin on my chest is extremely sensitive to touch -- to HIS touch -- and I was already feeling warm tingles everywhere that his mouth landed. 

I was stroking his hair and watching his face as he blanketed me with kisses, and he told me in a low voice "I love the way you taste, I've missed your taste..." which made me feel SO hot, that I stopped him to take the sweater completely off. 

He took his shirt off, taking my breath away even more. I ran my fingers through the dark hair on his chest and pulled him on top of me, wanting to feel his warm skin against mine. He was kissing me, moving around my face and throat, and I was enjoying the sculpture of his body, the shape of his chest and particularly his shoulder, so tantalizingly close to my face. I was kissing his collarbone and moving along to his shoulder, unable to resist a few small bites, but being careful not to leave an obvious mark on him. The pleasure of the weight and warmth of his body on top of mine had wrapped around me, and all I could think about was to have him keep going. 

********** I can't, worry my heart with what if Oh maybe I should just give in And wrap myself around you and Let you take me down Take me down **********

He began his way downward, moving through the valley between my full breasts, leaving a warm trail of kisses down my rib cage and my stomach. I didn't even have to tell him "Don't stop" ... it was very clear from my sighs of pleasure that I was enjoying every touch. 

I unbuttoned my jeans and raised my hips so that he could pull them down and move them out of the way. Only my black silky bikini bottoms were between us. 

He admired them out loud, and began stroking me through the fabric, his hands moving gently, teasing, stroking my legs and then back to the fabric, moving all over the surface as I gasped and squirmed underneath him. This was driving me ABSOLUTELY wild. 

When he couldn't resist any longer he pushed them to the side, and tried to kiss me that way, but I wanted NOTHING between us at that point, so I quickly slipped out of the panties.

And then, sweet madness, as he eagerly licked me, finally burying his face between my thighs, gently kissing me, probing with his tongue. It was everything I'd fantasized about and more.

I was moaning over and over, whispering hoarsely "oh that feels SO good, oh, so good..." as the pleasure washed over me steadily. 

I begged him, "put your fingers in me, I need them in me, and keep your mouth on my clit, it feels so good" and I was stroking my own breasts and twisting the nipples gently, totally caught up in lust.

If one orgasm could be compared to a wave hitting the shore, what I was feeling would be an intense storm, one wave after another all crashing into me and washing over me. 

I was bucking against his fingers and moaning loudly, feeling his fingertips brush against my g-spot again and again, until finally my orgasms eased and I started to come down, still shuddering hard. "Hug me" I gasped. 

As he moved up to wrap himself around me he said in a low voice "wow, you really DO come hard... are you okay, baby?" I was trembling from head to toe and trying to form words to tell him how much pleasure he had given me, as he held me close and kissed me. 

When I had recovered somewhat, I pulled up my pants for some crazy reason, (they were on one leg, and in that moment I just couldn't handle being completely naked IN A PARKING LOT somehow) 

Then I pushed him over onto his back, and put my face on his chest, resting there as I'd fantasized about so many times, catching my breath. 

"It's your turn now" I growled softly, a wicked smile dancing across my face. I began kissing his neck and his chest, flicking my fingertips against his nipples and following that with flicks of my tongue.

We got his jeans off next, and I could see his erection through his black briefs. (black - we are on the same wavelength almost all of the time.)

I wanted to tease him through the fabric, tracing the contours of his body as he had done to me, but I couldn't wait, and asked him to remove the remainder of his clothing.

I love to go down on a man, but only if I'm very comfortable with him and trust him completely... and so I was ecstatic to have the chance to do this for HIM. I moved my fingertips over his balls, circled my hand around the base of his shaft, and worked up and down with my fingers while I explored the entire head with my tongue. I was taking as much of him as I could into my mouth and experimenting with different ways of kissing and moving my tongue around and up and down his shaft. I could hear him enjoying it - at one point I think he said "fuck, you ARE good at this..." 

My breast was near his hip and as I moved around while I sucked him, the nipple brushed against his skin, stiffening and only adding to my enjoyment.

I thought that he was getting close, and then he grabbed a fistful of my hair and took a sharp breath. He seemed to hesitate then, and I grabbed his fingers and tried to show him that he could feel free to grab my hair, and even thrust into me if he wanted to...

His movements slowed, and I wasn't sure whether he had come when he grabbed my hair - I had covered him in so much saliva, and he was so far back in my mouth that I didn't think so, but I just wasn't sure - I moved up to kiss him to try to understand where we were. 

"You're shaking again... are you ok?" he asked. I told him that it was from the pleasure, I was enjoying myself so much.

"I was right on the edge, I've never got off like that" he said. Now I was confused... why did he stop? Did he think I wouldn't want him to come in my mouth? I had told him previously that I wouldn't mind that, but maybe he thought I was just saying that, because I felt like I had to? I was kissing him and feeling a little bit worried for a second that maybe I had done something wrong somehow. 

He must have seen that I was confused and he laughed with me a little bit because I wasn't sure whether he had come...reassuring me in between kisses, with what he said about holding off so that we could have even more fun together.

He spoke very quietly but decisively in my ear. "I want to put my tongue inside of your pussy again, and then I want to put a condom on and put my cock inside of you, and feel you around me- would you like that?"

The impact of his words took me right back to the heights of arousal I had been at earlier and I let him know that I ABSOLUTELY would like that.

He got a condom out while I slipped off my jeans and lay on my back again. He was leaning over me and he licked his fingers, and reached to put his hand between my legs. It took my breath away, to see him do that and know that he was going to touch me again. My heart skipped a beat and started pounding furiously. 

(He told me later in a phone conversation that he'd licked his fingers AFTER they were inside of me too, and just hearing THAT, I had to go of to a private place and get off before I could concentrate on ANYTHING else....)

He had his hands under me, lifting me to his mouth and it wasn't long before he rose to his knees, to put the condom on. I watched his face, his head tipped back, and his eyes closed, no doubt thinking about how good it was going to feel in a moment to plunge into me.

When he entered me I was already moaning - fuck, he is such a good lover. It was "just" a version of missionary position, but his cockhead was grazing against my g-spot with every thrust and I was delirious with the feeling of it. 

He enjoyed me for a while in this position, and then I heard him say "ride me" as he rolled over onto his back. I followed quickly, climbing up onto him "cowgirl" style. 

(More than once I have teased him by straddling him in this way, albeit fully clothed, and grinding my pussy against his crotch while whispering in his ear what I'd like to be doing to him if only we had no clothes on.)

But this time, we were both entirely nude, and now I took control, leaning slightly forward, bracing myself by grasping those wonderful shoulders again. I rode him hard, grinding my clit against him on every stroke, relishing in the ability to control the pace, the angle, everything. My eyes were closed, and my head was back as much as the confines of the SUV would allow. I'm sure he had a full view of my curvy breasts, bobbing and bouncing as I moved up and down on his cock. His hands caressed my ass, my torso, my breasts. He felt so good inside of me, and I was moaning as the heat within my pussy grew in intensity.

We changed positions again, because I was out of breath from my efforts, but eager to be fucked more. Again I reclined on my back, and wrapped my legs partially around him after he entered me. By this point we had been going at it a while - his self control was amazing. 

I had my right arm up over my head, and then his hand closed around my wrist. Instantly I put my other hand up, hoping that he would remember that I'm turned on by the idea of having my hands restrained. He did - his other hand closed around my left wrist and I was even more turned on, moving my wrists just slightly against the "restraints" he provided, and moaning more and more.

After a while I could hear him telling me that he wanted to come with me and I was thrusting back against him as hard as I could, trying to say "Now, yes, now, baby..." He exhaled hard, and then buried his face in my neck and groaned as he came. 

When he rolled off of me, were both sweating, and the car was fogged slightly even though he'd opened the windows a bit. We were kissing, caressing, laughing together quietly, both still euphoric. After a few minutes, I reached for his watch, and said to him "We still have another hour". 

He grabbed my ass, and told me that he was getting hard again... 



Parking Lot



I sat nervously in my car as I waited for her to arrive. My dick was getting hard in my jeans as I begin to imagine the site of her body exposed in my car. We had talked for weeks about meeting up and having some fun. Each minute that past seemed like hours. Where is she? Will she really show up? I picked up my phone checking to see if I happened to miss her call. Nothing. I was waiting in a busy parking lot for her when I noticed a car driving towards me. Our eyes met as she surveyed the parking lot for me. 

She parked her car beside me and came over to my car. She introduced herself as she climbed in. My nerves were going crazy. I am a shy person and she could tell. When we talked online I could tell her anything. I could hide behind my keyboard. Even the times we talked on the phone I could be more open because I was able to shield myself from her.

We began to make small talk. She told me about getting fucked really well earlier that day at lunch. She described how hard he pounded her dripping wet hole. My dick was so hard hearing this. After a few minutes of talking I asked her if I could see her breasts. She looked around the parking lot and agreed to show me. She raised her shirt and pulled two very nice tits out of her bra. Her nipples were small and hard. Her lacy bra was now hiding under her soft white breasts. My hands were twitching to get to them. I held off though. 

She had to lower her shirt so others did not get suspicious of our intentions in this parking lot. Then she raised up her long skirt. I watched intensely as she exposed more and more of her legs. Finally she reached her waist. Her black panties were pushed to the side as she shows me her bare lips. They looked so delicious as she played with them and ran her fingers between them. I watched as she continued to play with her wet slit. I pulled my hard member out and began to stroke it. She commented on how nice it looked. My dick was so hard and there was pre-cum running down the sides. I couldn't stand it any longer. I asked her if I could help her rub her pussy. She happily agreed. My finger slowly slid up and down her wet slit. It felt so wonderful to feel her slit. My finger explored its new toy. Searching and learning what makes her feel good. It made its way to her tight opening. The way she had to sit was not very accompanying to let me get farther in, but I was able to get far enough in to get some of her juices. I pulled my wet finger out and watched her as I inserted the juice covered digit into my mouth. Cleaning it and enjoying it. Her eyes followed my finger as it moved in and out of my mouth savoring the wonderful flavor. 

My finger returned to her luscious mound and helped her as she continued to masturbate for me. I was stroking my hardness. She began to moan a little louder than before. I could tell she was getting close to cumming. I watched as her hand rubbed her clit harder and mush faster. Then suddenly she closed her legs as she came and they held her hand in place. When her body finally relaxed, I suggested we get in the back of my SUV to continue our fun. She agreed with a huge smile on her face.

I lowered the seat to give us enough room. When I was done, she climbed in the back with me. The rush hour traffic was slowly passing by on the highway nearby. My tinted windows helped masquerade our actions. She took her top and bra off and then slipped out of her skirt and panties. I managed to get my jeans off as she began rubbing her cum covered clit. She leaned up against the back of the front seat as she spread her bent legs to display her glistening mound. I maneuvered my way between her legs and began to lightly run my tongue over her swollen lips. Her hands moved to my head as she began to run her fingers through my short brown hair. My tongue explored her slit and the area around her swollen sex. Her head rolled back as I began to lick her pussy with my hardened tongue. I could taste her sweet juices with each lick. 

I laid on my back and told her to straddle my face. Her knees were on either side of my head as she lowered her glorious sex pot down onto my mouth. Finally it was within reach of my tongue. She began to slowly rock back and forth across my tongue. With each lick she pressed harder against it. Finally she was just grinding her pussy against my mouth and face. I could feel her juices running down my cheeks. She was holding onto the handles above the door for support as she fucks my face. I heard her moans getting louder as she pressed harder against me. Then she grips my head with her legs as she cums on my face. Her body begins to shake as the orgasm rocks her body. When she gets the ability to move again I have her work her way down my body to my hard dick. She took it into her mouth slowly. 

While she did this, I began to play with her ass. I put my finger in her wet hole and got it really wet. Then I put in her ass and I began to fuck her with my finger. She jumped at first but began to moan once she got use to it. She pushed back against my finger as she sucked my hard cock in and out of her moist mouth. I had her stop so she could ride me. She didn't turn around like I thought she would. I take it she liked the fingering she was getting. As soon as she slid her pussy down on my pole, I returned to fingering her ass. Her tight pussy was griping my cock as she rode up and down. I couldn't believe haw tight she was for her age. She was in her forties but had the body of a 20 year old. There were cars passing by us all the time in this busy parking lot. Her chest was exposed for those to see when the light was just right. I could feel the car rocking as she picked up the pace. I knew people had to be able to tell what was going on inside. Her hands were on the wheel wells to help her keep her balance. It felt so good to have her riding up and down my hard shaft. She started to grind her pussy against the base of my shaft and her moans were picking up again. She was going to cum for a third time. She stopped grinding as her orgasm hit. She fell forward as her orgasm subsided. She caught her breath as I removed my finger from her ass.

I had her lay down on her stomach as I got on my knees behind her. I pulled her up and lined my dick up with her swollen pussy. She pushed back against my hardness. She held onto the front seat for support as I began pounding her pussy from behind. We were in plain view of people who would look into the front windshield. The thought of being seen and caught turned both of us even more. I was fucking her hard from behind. My cock was sliding in and out of her wet hole. I loved watching it disappear inside her. I slapped her ass just hard enough to leave a little sting. She yelled for me to spank her again. So I slapped the other cheek just a little harder. I was pounding her pussy harder than ever before. She kept begging me to fuck her harder as she pushed her ass against me. My balls were slapping against her clit with each thrust. Our bodies banging against each other as my dick penetrated her deeper and deeper. I could feel my balls tighten as my orgasm started to build. She was moaning very loud. I don't know how people outside couldn't have heard us. I told her I was going to cum soon. She screamed for me to fill her with my hot load. I held nothing back as I slammed my engorged member as hard as possible into her. Then I screamed as I erupted. Her final orgasm hit as she felt my hot semen hit the walls of her pussy. My balls spasmed as I unloaded a hefty amount of cum inside her. Her body shook as the waves of orgasms took over her body. One orgasm right after another. Our sweat dripped from our bodies. We both laid there in exhaustion. 

I looked at the clock and realized it was late. Her phone rang. She scurried to get it. It was her husband looking for her. She grabbed her clothes and began to quickly put them on a she told him she was on her way home. I put mine on as well, and we quickly said our goodbyes. We knew this would not be our last rendezvous. 



Parking Lot



I am a service technician in a medium sized city in the north-east. I travel throughout the day from client to client. I often pull my van over or park somewhere for a break or lunch.

This day, I pulled into the empty corner of a grocery super store parking lot. It was shortly after noon and I had time to kill since there were no service calls in the queue. I dozed on and off for a bit listening to some quiet music. After a while, a blue Sunfire pulled up about 40 feet to my right. There appeared to be a couple inside. I don't believe they noticed me. 

I didn't pay much attention to them at first. But at one point, I could see a man behind the wheel. I couldn't see the woman. I watched for a moment. And sure enough, it looked like her head was appearing and disappearing over his lap. Needless to say, I was instantly turned on.

I'm a horny, middle-aged married guy. I think about sex way too much. So I wasn't surprised with myself when I decided to take a risk and see if they would let me watch. I got out of the van and started to walk in the general vicinity of the car. Not directly at it. 

The driver side window was half-way down. "Hey," I said softly. His head snapped up and he put his hand up indicating that I should stop. Her head did not reappear. "What the fuck do you want?" he said angrily. 

"Sorry man," I said, both hands up, palms out and ready to run. "It's just, it's just that if you were up to it, I, I would love to watch. That's it. Just watch."

Her head popped up. I could see a smile. He said something to her. After she responded, he said, "Come on over and make like we're chatting." He looked uneasy. 

I walked over, smiling, and put my hand on the mirror and bent in slightly as if we were just talking.

She continued to suck his cock as I watched. She tried to look up as she bobbed up and down. It didn't look comfortable with her head between his flat stomach and the steering wheel. 

He was clean shaven and had short, dark brown hair. Probably in his early thirties. He appeared to be a stocky guy with big shoulders. I don't think he was that tall, but I could be wrong. He wore a dark t-shirt with maybe a band's logo on the front. And the tattoos on his left arm were busy enough to almost appear to be a sleeve. 

He was cut, shaved and looked to be a thick 7" or so. His t-shirt was pulled up to mid-section. She had her right forefinger and thumb circled around the base of his cock and the rest of her fingers massaged his hairless balls. As she bobbed her head up and down it looked like she was stroking the bottom third of his cock at a different pace than her mouth. 

She was a very pretty, dirty blonde woman with faint blue streaks in her hair at her temples. There appeared to be a small, pear-shaped birth mark on the left side of her face where her cheek, temple and ear met. I would say she was in her mid twenties. I couldn't get a good look at the front of her, but she had a nice, pronounced figure. I briefly thought about how nice it would be to hang on to that thin waist while driving her from behind. She was wearing a white tank top with frills and dark shorts or possibly those shorts that are made to look like a skirt. She had a tattoo on her right shoulder blade partially covered by her top. 

"Man that's hot. You two are such a turn on," I said. 

When she went down, she went all the way down. Easily taking in his whole length. She steadily and quickly went all the way down and all the way up. Her cheeks indented, keeping the pressure on as if she were intent on making him cum as fast as possible.

His head was back, but his eyes were on me. He was breathing heavily. I couldn't tell if he was ready to cum or not. 

She let his cock slip out, pursed and licked her lips and pressed them onto the underside of his cock, sliding up and down and pushing his cock into his stomach. Then she cupped his balls and sloppily licked and sucked them. Her mouth and his cock and balls glistened with saliva. She alternated sliding up and down on the under side of his cock and licking his balls. She tilted her head right, into the bottom of the steering wheel and took one ball and sucked it completely into her mouth. She held it in there rolling her tongue around it, her cheeks concave with pressure. He moaned as she continued to work his ball. 

After a moment, she took his cock into her mouth again. He put his hand on the back of her neck. She slid all the way down and held herself there. He started groaning. 

"Is he going to come in your mouth?" I asked.

"mmmMMM," she responded.

She held that cock in her throat for a long time. He was moaning and groaning the whole time. His breathing became more shallow. 

"Oh gawd," I said.

He lightly tapped her a number of times on her head and she pulled up so that just the head of his cock was in her mouth. Her right fist was a blur pumping his cock. Her fist smacking into her lips and smashing down on his balls. Both his hands gripped her hair. His head pushed back into the head rest, eyes closed tightly. His body trembled and tightened. His mouth open, groaning. She moaned as he came into her mouth. 

"Fuuuuuck," I said. Wanting so bad to pull my cock out and jack off right there. 

Her stroking slowed, squeezing more tightly on the up stroke. He slowly relaxed and opened his eyes. Her lips released his cock and she looked up and grinned like she was one happy lady. She turned her head up and they kissed deeply.

"Man! That's so hot," I said. "I gotta run." I had a rock hard cock screaming for release.

He looked down at my bulging pants as she leaned towards the window and looked as well. "Any room in that van for all three of us?" she said looking up at me.



Parking Lot



She ground her ass against his crotch on the dance floor, oblivious to the people around her. He pushed his hips forward, pressing the bulge in his jeans into her beautiful ass in a way that sent little jolts of pleasure straight to her pussy. Now she felt his hands slide up and grip her hips possessively, pulling her back against him. She couldn't help but imagine being on her hands and knees, his hands pulling on her hips like that while his hard cock penetrated her. Here in the middle of this darkly-lit dance floor, surrounded by dozens of strangers, she knew her pussy was getting wet.

She didn't typically let a guy get this far with her at a club, especially one she'd never even seen before, but she really needed to let her hair down. Tonight was supposed to be a "girls night out" with three of her friends, but her best friend's boyfriend was shipping out to the Marines and wanted to come along. When the other girls heard this, they decided to bring their boyfriends, too.

But not me, she thought. I'm the only single one right now. She had broken up with her boyfriend about two months ago and had gone on a few dates, but she was having trouble moving on. This night was supposed to be part of that process, until her friends made it a couples' night. When they got to the club, she found herself mostly alone while her friends danced with their boyfriends.

At about 11:00, she had decided to stop worrying about her friends and have a little fun, so she hit the dance floor by herself. She got attention from several guys—she knew she was attractive, and the club was pretty much a meat-market—but there was one that really captured her interest.

She wasn't even sure why. In the dimly lit club, she could barely even see him, and he hadn't said anything to her. But they made eye contact and smiled, and soon they were dancing. And the dancing turned into grinding. And now she was rubbing her ass against his cock while her pussy was soaking her panties.

As the song ended, two of her friends approached. Her mysterious guy let go of her hips and backed off as they drew near.

"Looks like you're having fun," one of them yelled. The club was so noisy that they had to lean close and shout to be heard.

"I think I'm ready to have some fun tonight," she shouted back.

"You deserve it!" her other friend called, then smiled suggestively before leaving.

She turned around and looked for her guy. He had stepped back far enough to let the girls talk, but he had stayed close. She danced over to him as a new song blared over the speakers, this time facing him as they moved. He worked one leg between hers, and she ground her pussy against his thigh as she ran her hands over his muscular lower back. He leaned forward and they kissed, their tongues dancing, prodding, and penetrating.

As they kissed, she felt his hands move down her back, lift her dress, and grip her ass. She was wearing a thigh-length strapless dress and sexy black heels, and she knew that he had pulled her dress up in back, likely giving a nice view of her ass and thong to everyone on the dance floor. At this point, she didn't care. She kissed his face and neck, pressing herself against him, loving the feel of his strong hands against the bare skin of her ass. Her nipples were stiff and pushing hard against her strapless bra. His right hand let go and gave her a hard little spank on the ass, gripping her cheek as if he owned her. And at that moment, he did.

He Her guy now released her and gently turned her back around, holding the dress up in back while he again pushed his stiff cock against her ass. Mmmmmm, he sure loves my ass, she thought, and she closed her eyes and pushed back against him. Now his hands moved up the front of her body and he gave both of her breasts a firm squeeze. At this her eyes flew open and she looked to see who was watching. In fact, most people around her seemed not to notice; and she decided she didn't care, so she just shut her eyes again and went with it. Exploring her breasts greedily, his fingers seemed to find the edges of her bra. He pulled his hands away and she could feel him manipulating the back of her dress and bra. My God, he's going to take my bra off. And indeed he unclasped the bra and tugged the ends gently out of the back of her dress. The dress kept her bra in place up front, but his hands soon addressed that.

Eyes still closed, she felt his hands sliding back to her breasts. He plunged down the top of her dress and grabbed the bottom of the bra cups, pulling them quickly upwards. She felt the coolness of the air against her breasts and knew—without even looking—that her dress had fallen down, leaving both of her breasts completely exposed. Her nipples hardened instantly and she wondered if people were admiring her bare tits. This caused her pussy to throb, and she pushed her ass back against his cock, keeping her eyes tightly closed. Now she felt both of his hands on her bare breasts, lifting and squeezing. He found her rock-hard nipples and began to gently roll each of her rosy tips between thumb and finger. She felt his hot breath on her ear and he seemed to growl a little in excitement before kissing her urgently along the nape of her neck.

The fingers of his right hand released her nipple and let go, then she felt his fingers pressing against her mouth. She opened it a little and he pushed his first two fingers into her mouth. He pressed them against her tongue and she reacted by licking on his fingers as if they were his cock. When his fingers were covered in her saliva, he pulled them from her mouth. She felt those wet fingers caressing her right nipple. The wetness felt cold in the breezy air conditioning, causing her already painfully stiff nipple to ache with overwhelming sensation. She bit her lower lip a little as he continued to play with her tits, and she imagined everyone on the dance floor watching and admiring her breasts.

Then he pinched her nipples roughly—a little too roughly, though she was too aroused to care—and his hands slid down to pull her dress back in place. She opened her eyes and looked down, seeing that she was in fact covered back up, his hands now returning to fondle her breasts through the dress. She could see that he had simply dropped her bra on the floor, where it was now getting inadvertently kicked around by pulsating crowd. She smiled and closed her eyes again.

Her whole body buzzed with arousal and she desperately hoped he would keep grinding against her and squeezing her breasts. If only I could rub my pussy, I could cum right here! she thought. As if reading her thoughts, he began sliding his hands down toward her crotch. He won't do that out here on the dance floor...will he?

Indeed his left hand pulled the hem of her dress up and he slid his right hand under the waistband of her thong. On his way down he paused to rub the silky smooth area she had shaved just hours before, then he drove his hand down and rubbed his palm against her clit, as if he was trying to grab her entire pussy. She was sure he could feel her wetness, and he pulled his hand back up a little, jamming his middle finger inside her with a violent little thrust. She gasped and spread her thighs a little wider. Opening her eyes, she looked down to see her pussy on display to anyone who cared to look, his finger thrusting in and out of her wet hole. She looked up and saw at least one couple watching her gyrating their own hips together as they watched her get violated on the dance floor. And most of the single men had stopped dancing to watch her get groped in the middle of the dancefloor.

She closed her eyes again, deciding once again to just go with it. He withdrew his finger, now slippery with her moisture, and brought it to her lips. He stuck it into her mouth and she obediently sucked on it, running her tongue along his finger and tasting her own pussy. He pulled his finger back and went immediately to her clit, using the mixture of her saliva and pussy juice as lubrication. She was surprisingly close to cumming. She shifted her hips in an effort to help him find the right spot to send her over the edge. Instead, he plunged his finger back into her sopping pussy and finger-fucked her for a moment. He pulled out and lifted his finger, and she opened her mouth in anticipation. Instead, though, he put the finger in his own mouth, savoring the taste of her pussy. His left hand let the hem of her dress fall, ending the show for the dancers around them.

He kissed her behind the ear and said, "Parking lot?" It was a question, an invitation. She simply nodded. He took her by the hand and led her out of the club.

They didn't speak, just strode quickly to a far corner of the lot. There, he led her to a red Camaro and pushed her forward against it, her hands landing on the hood of the sports car. Standing there, slightly bent over, she felt his hands slide up her thighs, grab her panties, and rip the thong downward. When her panties were around her ankles, resting against her black leather heels, she stepped clumsily out of them.

She could not see him behind her, but she heard him unzip his jeans and push on her lower back with one hand. Understanding his unspoken command, she bent over further. She felt him rubbing his hard cock against her slit, seeking out the entrance. He found it quickly and did not hesitate; he buried his cock in her wet pussy in one fast thrust. And he didn't stop to relish the sensation, but immediately pulled all the way out, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit for a moment, then aiming and sinking into her again. He repeated this several times—pulling completely out and then penetrating her in one hard, fast motion. Then, he grabbed her hips, just as he had done on the dance floor—just as she had imagined—and began pumping furiously.

She had kept her head down, but as he began fucking her in earnest, she pushed herself up from the hood of the car to get a more stimulating angle. When she did so, she realized they weren't alone. In the car parked right in front of the Camaro was a couple. They were watching her get fucked. The guy was in the driver's seat with a goofy grin. The girl next to him had a look of shock on her face and was blushing furiously, but she kept her eyes fixed on the lewd scene on the hood of the Camaro, watching these two strangers fucking in the parking lot.

As she got fucked, she made eye contact with the guy in that other car. Without breaking eye contact, that man reached over and pulled his date's head down into his lap. She couldn't see what the date did from that point, but it was easy to guess by the man's expression. They kept their eyes locked on one another.

In the back of her mind, she knew the stranger couldn't keep this going for long. This was intended to be a quickie, and he was pulling her hips and thrusting into her as hard and fast as he could, trying to cum as quickly as possible. She found his rhythm and used the hood of the car to push back onto his cock, her eyes still locked on the driver of the other car. Knowing she was being watched ramped up her arousal and she could feel an orgasm approaching. She normally didn't cum during sex—her boyfriend always had to lick or rub her clit for her to finish—but having an audience seemed to be getting her there. She moaned as her man fucked her wildly, her pussy so wet it was making slurping sounds with each thrust of his hard cock.

The driver of the car was enjoying his date's blowjob, and he seemed to be struggling to keep from cumming. Suddenly, he broke eye contact for a moment, looking briefly to the left. She followed his gaze and saw that her audience had grown. Three guys—probably from the local college—were standing about 15 feet away, just watching her get ravaged. They all smiled when she saw them, and one reached down and squeezed his cock through his jeans.

It was too much, and she came hard. It seems that the driver of the car was in the same state, and he threw his head back and closed his eyes, his mouth clenched shut. She knew he was emptying his balls into his date's pretty little mouth. And to complete the scene, the stranger who was pounding her pussy grunted loudly and shot his own load deep inside her already dripping pussy. All three were momentarily lost in their own orgasms.

Moments later, she realized that the stranger had not pulled out after cumming in her. In fact, he was still thrusting in and out slowly, his hands still tugging at her hips. She began to push back and he released his grip. Instead, he reached up and yanked the top of her dress down, roughly groping her breasts and tugging at her enflamed nipples. It seemed to turn him on, because she could feel his cock twitching and expanding, and he began thrusting harder. Suddenly he stopped and pulled back, pushing down on her shoulders. She fell roughly to the ground, scraping her knees against the pavement, and he stuffed his semi-hard cock into her surprised mouth. She tasted her own sweetness mingled with his cum, and he grabbed the back of her head. He started thrusting roughly into her mouth, fucking her face the way he had just fucked her tight little pussy. Unable to do much else, she just kept her mouth open wide. She felt a mixture of drool, her own wetness, and the strangers cum running out of the corners of her mouth. Her eyes darted to her right, and she could see the three college guys there, but they had been joined by five girls of about the same age. Two of the girls had pulled out two of the guys' cocks and were jacking them off as everyone watched this stranger fucking her mouth.

Gradually, her lips felt the stranger's cock regaining its hardness. He pulled her up and spun her around, bending her over the hood of the car again. Her dress was pulled down on top, exposing her bare breasts, and pushed up on bottom, letting the crowd see her wet pussy; the stranger's cum was leaking out of her and starting to run down her thighs.

And it was a crowd. She saw that there were now about 20 people watching. Several made quiet cheers as the stranger began fucking her again. This time, he wrapped his fingers in her brown hair and used that grip to pull her back onto his hard cock. Again he fucked her hard, without regard to her own pleasure. Having already cum twice, he wasn't able to last long. He drove into her pussy hard and fast for just a few minutes before grunting loudly and again shooting his seed inside her.

As soon as his cock stopped twitching, he pulled out. Seconds later she heard his zipper and she looked back to see him walking quickly away. She pushed herself up and adjusted her dress, blushing furiously as the crowd of spectators watched her. She knelt to pick up the panties he had thrown on the ground. Her bra was long gone, trampled by scores of dancers.

And as she stood back up, she realized she didn't even know the man's name. In fact, the only words either had spoken to each other the entire night were his plain invitation back on the dancefloor: "Parking lot?"



Parking Lot



She was beautiful, long, wavy brown hair almost as if It was made of chocolate. Long eyelashes with a tinge of purple added to her eyelids and a pair of light hazel eyes appearing between them, don't let me get started with her pink lush lips, all I could think about was kissing them. I stood there frozen, staring at her. 

After a few moments of staring at her I noticed her looking towards me, I honestly thought she was going to come over and throw her drink at me so I looked away and slightly glanced back at her to catch a smile, she knew she had me, the only girl I actually wanted in that whole club was toying with me. I finally gave up on just looking and started walking over thinking through all the lines I could possibly say I decided to just be a gentleman. "Hey, sorry to bother your conversation..." She got up and led me to the dance floor before I could even complete my sentence well I was in a good place so I couldn't complain. 

I couldn't keep my eyes of her body, she had these sexy legs hidden in skin tight jeans with a purple and black baggy sleeveless top, I just had to get my hands on her waist to feel that body hidden under such a baggy top. She felt me pulling her closer while we where dancing but after our third drink on the dance-floor I had to admit to her I was hungry and seriously I was starved! she giggled at me and we went to get something to eat at Mc.D's. 

Walking back to my car I couldn't help but slow down and just watch her walk in-front of me staring at her body from the back, yeah you know what I was looking at! But I don't know what came over me next I just slid up against her from behind and spun her around gripping her hips and pushed her against the car door, I was pressing up against her, rubbing my lips over hers, I couldn't resist I just had to, sucked her top lip a little before doing the same to her bottom lip. I could feel her arms wrapping around my neck while I slid my tongue into her mouth I grabbed her hips pulling them against me, still maintaining massaging her tongue with mine and the only flavour I could get "Red-berry Smirnoff!" 

I slowed down the kissing and slid my lips away from hers, it was intoxicating, but I just wanted more of her. I opened the back door as quick as I could and slowly moved her in closing the door behind us. It was defiantly a small space to work in but I had her as close as I wanted, defiantly no air could pass through us. I slid up on top of her kissing her neck while sliding of that despicable top that hid away her petite body, sliding my lips down her abs reaching her jeans which I unbuttoned impatiently. I then slid of her boy legs placing my lips over her open clit, I began kissing it and I could feel her body quiver when I slid my tongue into her. Rubbing my tongue against the walls of her pussy I could tell she was loving it when she placed her hands on my hair and began to pull on it, but I wasn't, I was squished up but I kept on sucking her till she let out her 1st orgasm, it was quick though, I didn't ever experience a women that orgasmed as fast as she did. 

I just went with it, slid back up her and she pushed me against the back-rest squirming over me she got up on top of me, sliding her hands down my jeans and pulling it off but not as impatient as I was, she took her time as if she was making me wait a little longer, toying with me a little longer, she got back up sliding her pussy against my dick but kept stopping me when I was trying to slide it in and then she slowly stroked it with her hand and guided it in slowly then sliding both her hands back up my chest while she began to ride me. She took full control, rotating her hips while she road my hard dick and I enjoyed it but I could feel her slowing down, she was getting tired of riding me and I knew this was my chance to take control. 

I slowly turned her over and got up on top of her, I pressed my body against her and she wrapped her legs around my waist and tightened them squeezing my waist. I got to admit it was sexy and I just hand to pound her, pressing my feet against the door for extra power I could hear her moaning against my ear while I was thrusting my dick into her, she started yelling when I began pounding her deeper, trying to contain herself, I could feel her body reaching ecstasy and I could feel myself cuming but I just had to keep going. Just a little more and she'd be satisfied, I pounded my dick into her stripping open her pussy and she let out a loud scream and I just released my body on top of her then moved over to the side sitting up while she rested against me. 

"Trish" she whispered, staring at her eyes "excuse me?", "Trish..." She said, "that's my name" she giggled and we laid there laughing at each other, this was just the start of a long night.



Parking Lot



This one actually happened earlier this Summer, so sitting around bored this morning, I thought I would relate it.

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"Honey, can you run me down to the store? The dealership is picking up my car this morning and I need to get some things." My wife Debra asked me one Saturday Morning.

Now I hate to shop, hate to go to stores. I will do anything and everything, from pretending to be asleep to having a sore foot, try whining, make up excuses, bad back, pick one, I will try it.

Usually doesn't work, of course, Debs is onto me.

But she also understands, and realizes that my having to watch her check every single item in the store, comparing cost per ounce drives me even more batty than I already am.

It's three hours for her to run down and get a gallon of milk and a dozen eggs.

Still, her damn Camaro, (yeah, a 60 year old female Doctor that drives a hot rod Camaro) for some reason started and ran but put it in gear, it just would not go. Even foot to the floor, all it would do was idle.

Some crazy thing like a glitch in the rev limiter is what they suggested, or some sensor, so they were sending a flat bed truck to haul it in and fix it.

Which of course, meant I was stuck. Calling a taxi popped right into my old head but that would start a fight so I kept my mouth shut.

So I moaned but out we went, climbed into my big white Dodge truck. OK, maybe I am not much better than Debs there, my pickup is a 3/4 ton, it has a big diesel engine, turbocharged, of course.

An old man like me needs a rig like that about as much as he needs a hole in the head, but I like the thing so there.

Plus I put some of those great big wheels, you know the kind I mean, fancy and manly looking with the fake bead bolts on them, plus huge oversize tires, added a 4 inch exhaust system.

A couple of tweaks and the turbo boost was 10 pounds instead of 6, that added one hell of a lot of power. She will squeal all four tires for a second or two if I jump on the throttle, six cylinder be damned.

Yep, the cab is way up there, I like the rig even if it does suck down the fuel. I like being able to step on the throttle and run down about anything on the face of the Earth. My truck is pretty close to as fast as Debra's little tinker toy Camaro, well, maybe not quite but close.

I did install steps that pull out, so if we needed to, Debs could get into it. I also put them on my side too, not that I needed them or anything but it does help. Plus hand holds to help pull me up, after all, I ain't no Spring Chicken here any more.

Anyway, off we went with a roar. The road down to the highway is a bit rough and my truck is not exactly soft riding, so I got to watch Debra's titties bounce up and down as we drove.

That got me to giggling, which got her to giggling, what the hell. Taking her shopping isn't all that bad, IF I can get out of having to go inside.

I found a spot to park way off to the outside of the lot, so some jerk couldn't pull in beside me and jam the top of their door into the bottom on my door, they seem to do that regular as clockwork.

The damn spots they have down there at Safeway are about big enough for a Honda, not really big enough for any real vehicle. Plus my truck is a long box and a crew cab so it sort of sticks out into the adjacent lane.

"I will just sit here and wait, OK?" I told Debs.

She rolled her eyes but didn't argue. I reached down and turned on the radio, I subscribe to that over the air stuff, I especially like the comedy club station.

As I was sitting there listening to that fat comic talk about his Aunt and her walking farts, in pulls a tiny little blue car, a convertible.

There was a whole damned parking lot, for God's sakes, and they had to park right next to me, way over on the outside of the lot?

I waited for the thump as they got out, sure they were going to peg me with the door. Then I looked over, there was a woman behind the wheel and no one else.

She just sat there, looking straight ahead. I couldn't see her face, just the fairly long blonde hair since the top of her car was in the way.

Then the car started, and she backed up until she was right next to me instead of pulled ahead a little, as the parking spots angled some.

Now I could see most of her, very pretty. The top of her dress was showing quite a bit of cleavage, the hem was pulled up on her right leg about six inches above her knee.

Being human, and male, I was checking her out. Oddly, she was still looking straight ahead, My truck was so high I had to lean down a little bit, I could see all but the top of her head.

Then, she put the top down.

Now that was really odd, most folks going shopping lock everything up tightly, we do have a few folks running around that have sticky fingers in our little town.

Plus it was perhaps 55 degrees out? At least the Sun was shining.

Once the top was down, she shut the engine off. I reached over to change the channel, that Jeff Foxworthy guy came on. Man, he takes streaks of being funny, doesn't he?

Glancing back, I saw the woman reach up and fiddle with the top of her dress. As I watched, she tugged it lower and lower, the bodice had some kind of stretchy type material.

Out came one very nice breast!!

"Now what in the hell?" I thought. I mean, I am sitting right there, looking down at her from maybe 5 feet away, she had to have seen me.

And she pulled out one bare breast?

But still, she was looking straight ahead. Her right hand came up underneath her breast and bounced it a few times, they she rolled her nipple with a thumb and forefinger.

With a quick motion, she slid her hand over and out came the other one.

There I sat, with a rather pretty blonde lady in a convertible next to me, displaying her tits?

OK. That is different.

I saw her glance around, she leaned forward to check in her mirrors. Then she leaned back, doing that shrug her shoulders thing that women do, and the top of her dress was now puddled at her waist.

The seat back began to recline, until it was back as far as it would go. Obviously the tiny little car had power seats. There she lay, just sitting there, both tits fully on display, her dress pulled up showing quite a bit of obviously bare thigh.

I heard some music, she reached over and picked up a cell phone. Her hands were busy for a few seconds, then I heard the music again.

Texting with someone, I could see that. I did look around, saw no one nearby.

This was all pretty wild, I was thinking.

She put the cell phone back into her purse, then swung her right leg over the console. She put her knee against the seat back, and pulled the hem of her dress upwards.

A tuft of sparse blonde pubic hair came into view, for the very first time her eyes met mine.

She smiled a sly smile, opened her legs as widely as the confines of her vehicle would allow. Then she sat up suddenly, so I figured the show was all over.

Instead, she leaned forward, reclined the seat back on the passenger side, then lay back down.

Now she could get her legs much further apart.

This was insane, I was sitting there in my big truck staring down at a woman showing me everything, in a car in a public parking lot!

It was hot, let me tell you. My old root responded nicely to the situation.

I suppose I should have been thinking she was perhaps a hooker or something, but she did not look like any hooker I have ever seen.

Well, not that I go around looking for them, being married and all, but I have seen some that made me suspicious.

There we sat, the blonde woman lying there, both boobs out, legs spread, blonde beaver on display, there was no longer any pretend, she was showing off to me deliberately.

Then she did the most obscene thing I have ever seen a woman do in my life!

She reached down with both hands, put her fingers on each side of her pussy and spread it out! And she just lay there like that, for what had to be several long minutes. I saw a bead of clear moisture well up, then slowly slide down her very pink lips.

She lay there just like that, long enough for Jeff Foxworthy to complete his act on the radio but I don't remember any of it.

I all but shot off in my pants.

Just then, I happened to glance in my rear view mirror and saw Debra headed across the lot with a shopping cart.

I am not sure if the woman heard the cart's wheels rattling on the rough pavement or what, but the blonde suddenly sat up, rearranged her clothing. She put the seat forward, started the car and drove away.

Dang.

Oh, well. I got out and helped Debra put the bags in the back, something must have shown in my face, or perhaps it was the bulge in my trousers.

I opened the passenger door and gave Debs a boost up into the truck, I will bet you can guess where I put my hand when I pushed her up.

"Ok. Why are you so frisky all of a sudden?" She asked me.

I walked around, climbed in and started the engine.

"Man, do I have a story to tell you!" I told her with a grin. Debs glanced down at the front of my slacks with a mildly confused look on her face, then she grinned.

So on the way home, I related what the blonde lady had done. She was apparently an exhibitionist, getting off on displaying herself.

I did admit to Debs that I found that hotter than hell, but then, I do have those voyeur tendencies.

I know there are women like that, I have seen a few and am married to one that has done a few things herself.

"Great. Now maybe now you won't mind taking me shopping so much?" She told me with a smirk.

I am not so sure of that, though.



Parking Lot Assault



Linda curses under her breath as another blinding flash of lightning illuminates the night sky, followed immediately by a rumbling burst of thunder. Thick sheets of rain pound her car, the drum-like staccato adding to her growing headache. Her engine has died, leaving her stranded two miles from home, and she was lucky to have been able to coast to a stop in this empty parking lot. She peers out through the window, able to see a pay phone only a little way from the car. She curses again, knowing that even with such a short distance between her and the phone, she is destined to get soaked.

"Of all the times to forgot my cell," She shakes her head in disgust as her words trail off into mumbling complaints.

Linda shoves open the car door and hops out, pausing only to kick the door shut before dashing to the pay phone. She jams her coins into the phone, stabs the numbers with a manicured nail, and begins cursing again as she listens to the message telling her: "The person you are trying to reach is unavailable at the moment. Please try ag-."

She slams the phone down, cutting off the automated message. She shivers as the cold rain sends chills down her spine, fouling her mood even more. She stalks back to the car, pissed off now and really needing a cigarette. 

As Linda reaches the car, her hand moving to open the door, she feels a pressure against the middle of her back, a half second before she is slammed hard against the side of her car. Her breath explodes out from her lungs as the side mirror punches into her stomach. A hand tangles in her hair, pushing her forward and down, forcing her to bend over the hood of the car. She then feels a body pressing against her and hot breath on her ear, followed then by a deep, gruff voice speaking. 

"You even think about screaming, bitch, and I will cut your fucking throat.." These words are accompanied by the sharp point of, what she assumes is a knife poking into the side of her neck. 

Linda whimpers in pain as her hair is yanked roughly, pulling her up from the hood. The knives point remains against her throat, but she feels his other hand drifting over the front of her body. He squeezes each of her breasts, his touch painful and clumsy as he cruelly twists her nipples through the material of her blouse.

His hand slides down her stomach and moves between her legs, cupping her crotch through her wet jeans. She is surprised by this and automatically slaps at his hand. He laughs at her, before pinching her hard on her inner thigh. She gasps again in pain, while at the same time scraping her foot down his shin. He curses then before growling and again slamming her head down against the hood of the car. 

Linda is dazed now, and barely conscious. She is able to register the fact that he is cutting off her jeans, but is unable to clear her head enough to resist. She can hear him talking to himself, making crude remarks about how sweet her ass looks, and how he can't wait to fuck her. He then begins to taunt her, slapping the wet skin of her ass with his gloved hands, and threatening to rape her with the knife if she doesn't cooperate.

She begins to sob now, her body quivering with fear and shame. Her fear seems to excite him further, and she can feel his erection pulsing as he rubs his pelvis against her bare ass. Her crying intensifies as she hears him unzipping his pants. She feels him then, as he begins to rub his hot cock against her flesh, teasing him and embarrassing her more. He taunts her again now, brushing his thumb over her asshole as the tip of his cock probes at her pussy. 

Linda's body involuntarily tenses as she feels him at the entrance of her pussy, and she hears him laugh again, boasting about how big he is and how much it is going to hurt her. She trembles silently and tries to remain calm, resigned to the fact that he will do whatever he wants with her. A part of her is excited by this fact; her pussy pulsing suddenly at the loss of control she is experiencing. The feeling is akin to when her boyfriend ties her up and has his way with her. She begins to concentrate on this feeling, determined to beat the fear in any way she can. 

Her concentration is broken as her attacker suddenly shoves his cock into her, sliding deep inside her pussy with one long and fast thrust. She gasps in surprise, as he laughs and then moans in pleasure. His fingers tangle again in her hair as he uses that as leverage to jerk her back against him, forcing her to meet each of his rough, hard thrusts. 

Linda's mouth drops open as she feels his cock inside her, longer and thicker than any cock she has ever taken before. Her pussy stretches automatically, adapting to the intrusion of this massive cock pumping inside of her. Her shame and embarrassment increases as she feels she growing moist, her skin feverish as the rain continues to pelt them both.

Her rapist slams his body against hers again and again, forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside her pussy. Linda bites her lip as the pleasure continues to rise, unwilling to give him the mental satisfaction of knowing she is enjoying his attack on her body. He is oblivious though, grunting like an animal to punctuate each forceful push of his cock into her. He is leaning over her now, his breath hot against her neck, panting into her ear. This faintly disgusts her, but it only serves to increase her pleasure.

Linda listens as his breathing grows heavier, and she smiles knowing the bastard will be finished soon. He groans then and pulls out of her. Linda is unable to contain her sigh of relief, mistakenly believing he had come. He hears this and leans over again, whispering harshly into her ear, his fingers tightening painfully in her hair.

"No, no, bitch...it's not over that easily...not by a long shot." He pauses then, and now she can feel the tip of his penis resting against the opening of her ass. Her body tenses once more, understanding his intent. She shakes her head in protest, and begs him to just finish where he started. He only laughs at her coldly, and slams her back down on the car.

Linda squirms now, trying to escape, but silently she urges him on, excited now by the danger he presents. Her squirming arouses him further, as she secretly was hoping. His hands grip her hips tightly, each finger digging painfully into her skin, the nails biting into her flesh, cutting her more than once. His hands spread the cheeks of her ass wide, exposing her opening to him. He moves his pelvis forward, touching lightly with the tip of his cock. She freezes again, motionless, this time in anticipation and not fear.

Her attacker again misreads her response, assuming it is fear motivating her sudden cooperation, and plunges his cock suddenly into her ass with a violent thrust. Linda throws her head back and screams, unable to contain herself, the orgasm she has been hoping for breaking over her in a huge wave of pleasure. Her rapist moans, again excited by the fear and pain he believes he has caused. His thrusts come quick, sliding in and out of her ass fast and rough, pinning her against the car with his body. 

Linda is unable to hide her own pleasure now, moaning quietly along with her attacker. Whispering for him to fuck her harder, to shove his cock deeper into her ass, begging now for more... Her body shudders uncontrollably as he cums again and again and again, her pussy quivering as her orgasms wash away all common sense and shame, leaving only a craving for more. Her attacker is perfectly willing to give this to her, slamming his hips against her own, the sound of their flesh loud, as the storm begins to abate. 

Linda begins a mantra now, begging for his cum, pleading for him to fill her ass with his sperm, crying again as she shivers on that razor's edge of pain and pleasure. He continues to slam his cock into her, fucking her violently, even more so than before, losing himself in the pleasure. His moans grow louder, in concert with Linda's, both individuals using the other to satisfy their urges, both grateful for the excuse the other has provided, allowing them to be free to pursue this animalistic desire for gratification.

Linda's cries of pleasure become almost howls as she feels her attacker begin to cum, his cock throbbing inside her ass as his cum fills her. She feels him pull out and then feels the remaining remnants of his cum spraying her back, briefly anyway, before the dwindling rainstorm washes it away. She then feels him lean over her again, laying across her body and whispering breathlessly into her ear..

"If you go to the police about this, I will hunt you down and kill you...very slowly..Understand, bitch?" he pulls back then without waiting for her answer. She hears him zip up his pants, then nothing more after that. She waits there, motionless, for several minutes before standing up and looking around, making sure he is gone before revealing her satisfied smile.

Linda wipes the rain from her face and looks up into the night sky. The moon peeks out from behind the clouds, a spear of its light falling upon her face momentarily before the clouds once more conceal it from view. She rubs her bruised face thoughtfully, as the sprinkling rain begins to cleanse her body.

There exists nothing on this earth more entertaining than the excuses we make to ourselves, to explain our motivations and desires...