1 comments/ 5029 views/ 3 favorites The Master Chef - The Parking Spot By: SunGoddess7 If there was one thing I appreciated the most of my Master, it was the amount of time and effort he put into our meetings. His torturous build-up...the teasing texts and phone calls, sometimes weeks in advance, made my anticipation and excitement grow to the point that I would do nearly anything for release. His precise execution of props...where to leave me hanging by silky ties, when to use each delectable toy, and what soundtrack he would grace me with during a scene. And most importantly, his time management...exactly how long he could stretch out my desire before finally yielding me to a volcanic release. And yet, as this chance meeting proved, sometimes great things came from spontaneous decisions. ~*~*~ It was a week after Master had surprised me for New Years. I was always disappointed when we had to switch back to reality and go our separate ways...but it was a bittersweet certainty. I enjoyed the waits in-between—the teasing cycle that we both played so well. He even joked back, sometimes pretending to be someone else reacting to our private messages, which of course embarrassed me to no end. Everything was in jest, and it was that humor among other things that made me so eager to keep talking to him. We had not talked much in the last few days, however. When I first returned home we messaged each other several times, describing our plans for the next few weeks. I was excited to hear that he had been offered work in Mexico for the next month, but the same news bummed me out...it would be at least a month then before I saw him again. The news shouldn't have bothered me. When we first began sleeping together, we had the same span between visits. Possibly even longer. It was simply depressing to hear when we had been so lucky to see each other so much in the last month. I was enjoyed his company, both in and out of bed, and it was a shame that we'd be unable to even text while he was out of the country. Then, the last few days had been quiet. I didn't message him, thinking he was busy, but every so often I would go back on to see if he was there too. He never was. I wasn't even sure when his flight actually was...I just knew he was leaving "Tuesday around 2ish" from his messages. I had offered to drive him so his car wouldn't be left near the airport, but he planned to drive with family. And with no recent messages, I was left to finding my own entertainment. I was surfing the internet for something to read when my phone rang. I jumped in my seat at the familiar ringtone, instantly sending heat to my face. I quickly fumbled for the device and swiped the screen. "Hello?" "What are you wearing?" I relaxed into my chair, smiling. "Wouldn't you like to know..." I could faintly make out the sounds of traffic in the background. "Maybe something lacy that you can't rip..." I could imagine him scrunching up his face at the veiled challenge. "My nozzle in your mouth..." Hearing his warm voice repeat one of my earlier messages made me burn. "My Mother didn't appreciate that you know..." Groaning, I sank further into my seat. "That wasn't funny." "It was a little funny." If he was there in person, I'd have glared at him. Instead, I laughed it off and spun in my office chair. "Speaking of, how's the drive going with her? At the airport yet?" Obviously he was still in the state, or else he wouldn't have called. "And you should watch your mouth, mister, with her there." His warm chuckle rang through the phone. "She's not with me." My heart jumped at this but I tried to still it. "Oh? Change of plans?" His voice dropped into that rougher, playful tone that I had come to love. "Something like that. I had some things to do." He paused. "Thought I'd call my slutty little Slave and see how she's doing. See if she was following orders..." I grinned, ignoring the blush that I knew was climbing onto my cheeks. "What orders would those be?" My chest was pounding beneath my tank top, threatening to drown out his answer. There was another long pause, then a small release of air, like he was letting out his breath. "Are you lying down?" I answered yes, quickly leaping out of my chair and onto the soft mattress a few feet away. My long brunette tresses spread behind me on the pillow as I stilled, waiting for more. "Good. Play with yourself." I nodded, forgetting that he couldn't see the motion. "Yes Master." I shifted to keep the cell pressed to my ear, and my free hand slipped beneath the hem of my teal pajama pants. I started slow, lightly touching and exploring over my hidden panties, but even slowly I was getting aroused. "What are you doing Slave?" I relayed every touch to him and listened for his approval. "Good. Now finger yourself...start with two." I did as he ordered, finally slipping between the final lacy barrier that had kept me at bay. My slit was already wet, ready for play, and I yielded, gently curling my fingers inside. He heard my sigh, despite me trying to stay quiet. "Are you wet, Slave?" I groaned a clipped yes, enjoying my digits entering and receding so slowly. "I want you to finger fuck yourself, Slave, but don't you dare come. Understood?" I nodded again, catching myself and answering just in time. "Good. Now your nipples...pinch them, hard." I shifted on my mattress again until my phone was propped against my shoulder. Switching hands, I brought my left up and slid under the tank top, soft blue fabric hiding the shape of my hand. I barely brushed against my right nipple, only to find it already standing hard at attention. Licking my lips, I caught the little nub between my fingertips and clamped down, slowly adding pressure. My right hand kept probing myself, the combined effort making me whimper. On the other end, I could hear Master breathing harder. "Are...you playing too?" I asked him, trying to keep my voice as steady and normal as possible. He cleared his throat. "No. But my cock is just resting against my leg..." I closed my eyes at the admission, sighing happily. "I wish I could see it." There was a pause, then Master spoke up again, almost unsure. "You could meet me...no, you shouldn't..." I heard the indecision in his voice, but my curiosity was piqued. "I could...I mean, I offered to drive you." I slowed my playing hands, thinking carefully. "Do you want to see me?" Master nearly groaned over the phone. "It's selfish." "I don't mind. Maybe I'm selfish too." My fingers danced agonizingly slow, not wanting to break his original orders but also not wanting to make me moan over his final decision. I was not sure he would ever answer when I finally heard him again. "Meet me at the hotel parking lot, from the first time, in an hour. We won't have a lot of time." I was grinning widely, feeling victorious. "Yes Master," I teased. "Should I bring or do anything special?" He thought it over. "Don't waste time with makeup or nice clothes. If you can, shave your pussy...that's all I want." I flushed, thinking how soft and smooth my skin felt when I did that. I always shaved for him, it just felt better for us both. I heard the tension in his voice...clearly he was just as aroused as me, maybe even more. "And Slave...don't you dare come before you see me." With that, he hung up. I paused my fingers, nearly forgetting what I was doing. My body pulsed irritably, not quite to the edge but definitely well on the way. I had to wait though...he had one real instruction for me, and I was going to be ready. "One hour," I breathed. Then, I crawled out of bed and leapt to action. It was a forty minute drive to the airport hotel...I had no time to lose. ~*~*~ When I finally hit the road, I was running five minutes late. Luckily, with the way Kansas City traffic flies, I made up the time easily. There was light traffic and construction along the way, but soon enough I found the hotel and pulled around back to their lot. I drove around once, searching for him, but with no luck. Sighing, I drove around the building once more, calling his phone the second time. He answered quickly. "Back corner, on the exit side." I thanked him and he hung up, making my adrenaline rise slightly. Suspense was killing me...were we going to play in the hotel? In his car? At the airport? Pulling over, I shifted into park and stepped out of my Taurus, gazing back in search for his car. The Blazer had to be somewhere...I started down the back lot, scanning for the white vehicle. Each step made my senses heighten in anticipation. Then, I saw it, in the farthest corner. He was parked beside another white vehicle, Master's a space farther away, and was waiting for me. I walked over quickly, hesitating only when I got close to the car. Blankets blocked all view of the interior...all except the passenger window. Interest piqued, I changed course and moved toward the opening. It was dark inside, the thick blankets barring daylight surprisingly well, so when Master suddenly knocked on the window, I jumped in surprise. He smirked, but motioned to the back driver's side door...it was time to enter his world once again. My heartbeat quickened, and I resisted the urge to run to the other side. The door was already pushed open as I made the corner, and a hand reached out to drag me inside. "Get in here," he grinned. I crawled past the young man and looked around as the door slammed shut behind us. The seats were folded down and tidied, leaving a defined space for us to play. I turned back with a smile, but before I could say a word, his hand was on my neck, drawing me closer for a short but heated kiss. When he pulled away, I was left breathlessly staring at him. Master looked as handsome as ever...clean shaven, caramel eyes blazing and full smile curled into a sly grin. White t-shirt and jeans were all that stood between him and me, the cut showing me his well-toned arms nicely. I did not want to wait...the teasing on the phone and that kiss just then had me fired up, and he sensed my urgency. "Lay down," he motioned toward the small clearing, and I shrugged my purse strap off my shoulders, abandoning it by the door. I crawled toward the spot, but not quickly enough apparently. A loud smack landed against my clothed ass, earning a louder yelp from me. When I gazed back with a pout, he spanked me again. "There's not much time. Move." I turned quickly, sticking my tongue at him teasingly. His light eyes flashed, and in a second I felt his hands on my legs, pulling so fast that I landed on my back with a soft thump, completely surprised. Before I could yelp Master straddled my thighs and leaned down, lips stealing mine for another kiss. It was like a fire, searing straight through me, and I arched against him eagerly. Through my haze I felt his large hands slide down to my waist, searching for the button on my jeans. I giggled into his kiss as he tugged, but with a growl of his own he succeeded in popping them open. He was a man on a mission, and who was I to deny him. Without breaking away, I kicked off my red flats and guided his hands to the hem of my jeans, tugging the worn denim down my slender legs as best as I could. Master finally pulled away and finished the job, throwing my pants behind him carelessly. When he returned, he surveyed me carefully, with focused approval. Then he was back, peeling my gray lacy panties away from my hips and tickling my smooth skin. It felt like forever before the soft material joined my jeans, but soon I was clothed only from the waist up. I propped myself up, my chest rising quickly beneath my dotted blue blouse. I was ready to strip from my top as well, or help him with his jeans, but Master had other plans and shoved me back to the floor. I gasped as he fell between my naked thighs, pushing my legs apart roughly. My gasp became moans as he made contact with his tongue, licking softly before diving in for a better taste. His lips enveloped me, suckling and kissing and making all my senses explode with want. My cheeks felt so hot—it was nearly embarrassing how easily he could make my body respond. Nearly. The rest of me was unashamedly pushing against his hot mouth, begging for more. My hands finally found a hold, lacing themselves among his feathery brown locks. "God, Master..." I panted, clenching my eyes shut. He chuckled from between my legs, the vibrations sending a small shudder of my own up my body. "Please, Master, don't stop!" I bent my legs, framing his clothed shoulders between them as I offered better access. I felt his large hands wrap around them, keeping me still as he worked my lithe body perfectly. I tried to prop myself up, to watch him suck and eat me to an oblivion, but all I could manage was another louder moan as I dropped back to the car floor. "Master!" He tightened his hold as I squirmed. I wanted to resist, to hold out for him, but he was pushing back even harder and there was no way I could stop myself. I cried out as I came, my eyes clenched once more as pleasure rolled over me in waves. When I finally opened my eyes, Master had pulled away, his face shiny with evidence of his work. "Good little slut," he teased, grinning widely. "I should put your hot little mouth to use." He stripped out of his pants and boxers quickly, his erection daring me to please him. I nodded and pushed myself up, dark hair tumbling around my shoulders, but he was instantly correcting me, guiding me back down once more. "There's no time." With that he lined himself up at my sopping pussy and sheathed himself in one push. I arched and clung to his arms for support. He felt incredible, his thickness filling me so much better than my fingers could possibly on my own. Every pump of his hips made a groan escape my lips, and I turned my face against his cotton shirt, drawing him closer. Master grunted as well, pinning me to the car floor with his body. His fingers flew to my hair and tugged playfully, making me gasp and arch further. "Close your eyes, slut," he nearly growled, and I obeyed, moaning as a jolt of pleasure coursed through me. The wild urgency between us made me feel reckless, and I wanted more. My eyes stayed firmly shut as Master pounded into my soaked opening. I tried to push away my rising orgasm and instead focused on my lover—his warm breath on my neck as he pushed us both higher...his fingers barely tugging at my long tresses, tangling them more with every thrust...his shirt rubbing up against mine, causing the fabrics to reveal our sticky hot flesh...his powerful legs lifting himself and propelling his delicious cock deeper within me... My eyes sprung open when a firm hand clamped over my mouth, silencing my growing moans. "Close your eyes," he repeated, and a deep thrust made me snap them shut once more, whimpering my pleasure beneath his fingers. Loss of sight wasn't too bad...my other senses more than compensated. I shivered as the man's hot breath moved higher along my sensitive skin, tickling my ear. "Are you glad you came, Slave? My little teacher Slut..." I felt my cheeks redden, but all I could do was moan beneath him as he rolled his hips faster, stroking my favorite spots in a steadily rising tempo. "Anyone could walk by...you like that, don't you? They could look through that window, just like you did..." I jerked beneath his body, gasping against him as my own reacted so quickly. Master noticed and tightened his hold. "You came here with just one thought in mind...how would your Master reward you..." He thrust harder, and I cracked. "Yes!" I tried to scream, but it only came out as a quiet whimper. I wrapped my legs around his bare waist, drawing him closer frantically. My handsome lover seemed pleased and repeated the motion. My head spun wildly and I hovered at my peak, ready to tumble over. I tried to call his name, to warn him, but he knew. Master finally released my hair and focused his energy on us. "Come, Slave!" I shattered against him, shaking uncontrollably. His hips never slowed, but pushed me past my incredible sensations and into an entirely new dimension. Seconds later I felt his muscles tense beneath my legs and arms, and with a groan of his own Master finished deep inside me. Even when he stopped above me, I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. His fingers fell from my mouth and curled around my shoulders instead, holding me gently. My lips curled into a smile as I tried to catch my breath. "How's that...for a sendoff?" He laughed and squeezed my shoulders, using them as leverage to sink deeper into me. I sighed happily, more warmth spreading to my cheeks and body. "We're going to be spoiled." He looked suddenly sheepish. "I wish I had more time." I nodded. "There would have been, if you hadn't gone down on me..." I teased. He looked ready to argue, but I stretched up and caught him in a soft kiss. "Maybe when you get back." We held each other for a moment, stealing quiet kisses between smart remarks and giggles. Finally we both remembered his time crunch and Master reluctantly withdrew himself. "I never got a taste," I pouted playfully, eyeing the young man as he slid back into his jeans. He groaned and for an instant, I thought he would let me. Then he continued getting ready, a small grimace on his own face. "Next time." I hurried to dress as he secured his belt. In no time I was back in my jeans, feeling the slickness of our joined cum threatening to leak. I conveyed this to my distracted Master and he looked ready to pounce again. But he had a flight to catch, and I had promised to get him there on time. Soon we had pulled down the window coverings, thrown on our jackets, and grabbed his bags, exiting the back seats together. We joked and teased as we walked to my car, but soon enough we were out of the parking lot and back on the highway toward the terminals. Master brushed my leg as I drove, and I squirmed. "Was that a first for you?" I thought carefully, then nodded slowly. "First time in a parking lot. And first time in a different state, too." He seemed surprised, but pleased as I risked a quick glance at him. "So two firsts. You?" He laughed and squeezed my leg. "First in a parking lot, yeah." I squirmed again as his fingers ran up my leg, dancing dangerously close to my crotch. "Could've done better with more time." I finally smacked his hand away, giggling as he returned it to my knee. "I'm still surprised you let me wear my shirt," I smiled at Master. "Was there a reason?" He gazed over and nodded regretfully. "That's a great shirt. There just wasn't time." I shrugged and kept driving, pulling into the airport lot. I pulled up to the curb and shifted to park. "Okay, time to jet." I pretended to be cheerful, but it was hard to look over. I just hated saying goodbye. He was right, we were getting spoiled. Master didn't step out of my car. He reached over and caught my neck gently, guiding me to meet his warm mouth one more time. The kiss was sweet, gentle, and I melted into it, moving closer for more. One kiss became many, each deeper and longer than the last. When he finally broke us apart, I was panting again, painfully wanting more of our earlier fun. "I have to go," he prompted firmly, and I let him back away, climbing out and gathering his bags from the back of my Ford. He slammed the door and started toward the terminal entrance. Then, with an afterthought, he leaned back in through my passenger window and I couldn't stop myself from stretching over for one more taste. He didn't seem to mind. When we parted for good, the young man pushed his cap back over his messy hair and nodded playfully. "Be good." We said our goodbyes and he disappeared inside. Sighing, I turned to my cup holder to retrieve my phone, ready to set my GPS up before driving off. It wasn't there. I glanced under my dash, in the console, between and under both of our seats—nothing. Then I remembered. "Shit!" The Master Chef - The Parking Spot I hesitated, seeing the no parking sign right next to the car. I had no choice though. I grabbed my keys from the ignition and ran into the building, locking my illegally parked car over my shoulder. Master had only gone inside a few minutes before me, but I couldn't see him in either direction. "Shit, shit, shit!" I hurried down the tiled hall to the right, then the left looking for him. No sign of Master, or his duffel bags. He was gone. Cursing some more, I ran back outside and to my car. No ticket at least...of course, it had only been a minute. Thanking small favors, I hopped back into my seat and rushed to the airport lot once again, this time grabbing a ticket and parking myself. I zipped my jacket further up as I ran back, trying not to panic. Having no phone wouldn't be a horrible thing...except he was leaving the country for a month. And no one knew I was meeting him...hell, I didn't know until just over an hour ago. There was no way I would be able to explain away a missing phone. The automatic doors swooped open once more, allowing me through to the deeply air conditioned halls. I tried to recall the name of his flight, or the arrival city, or even the time as I glanced at every flight plans screen. I remembered California was his first stop before leaving the States...but where? I walked quickly, not wanting to cause a scene in the airport by running. That wouldn't look suspicious at all. I was nearly to the end of the pale colored tiles when I suddenly remembered American Airlines...that had to be his plane. Feeling better, I turned to the nearest desk and asked for help. The security guard listened for a moment and just laughed, shaking his head. "American Airlines is at Terminal A sweetheart...this is C. You need to go to the opposite end of the airport." He pointed down the direction I had entered, and I couldn't stop myself from groaning. I forced a thank you and started down the correct path, now walking even faster. As I walked, I could feel Master's semen slipping inside me, barely trickling out onto my lacy panties. I tried not to think about it, but the sensation was making me hot again. Not now, I thought as I picked up my pace. Damn libido, after I had just been teased and pleased in Master's car, too. It took several long minutes before I reached the correct terminal, but there it finally was. However, there still was no sign of Master. The gates themselves were blocked off by large sheets of frosted glass, preventing me from seeing any of the passengers or if they were even still waiting. I scanned the flight screens once more, hoping to see his flight, but with no luck. "Ma'am, do you need assistance?" I whirled around to see a young woman behind the check in counter watching me. "Yes!" I hurried over and explained everything. "I just dropped off my boyfriend but realized I lost my phone in his car. So I need to find him and get his keys before his plane leaves." She nodded, her dark hair waving with her. "Do you know his flight number?" I shook my head. "Arrival city? Departure time?" Again, I shook my head. "It's somewhere in California, but I forgot. Could you page him for me?" She paused, then nodded, going over to a small radio by the far desk. I shared his name and waited as she pronounced it over the speakers, internally groaning at my luck. This was not how I was supposed to send him off. We tried the page three times before an older security guard hurried our way. "Who are you paging?" she asked, a thick accent to her words. I repeated Master's name and described him quickly, leaving out the 'just been fucked' look. She nodded vigorously and pulled on my arm. "This way." I followed her quickly and we moved down two gates to see another airport employee opening the door to the frosted glass gate. She seemed annoyed at the disturbance but propped the door open further, revealing a short line of passengers getting ready to board. Close to the end of the line was Master, staring at the door with disbelief and humor. I felt my cheeks heat up but I ignored them. "I left my phone..." I started, but he just shook his head with a chuckle and tossed me his keys. I caught them easily. "Just hold onto them until I get back." I nodded again, pushing my hair out of my face with a relieved sigh. I said my thanks to Master and the employees, apologizing quickly before they closed the gate once more. I saw Master shake his head with laughter as the door swung shut, and then they were again out of sight. I happily hurried out of the airport building and into the lot, paying my parking fee as quickly as possible. I was so embarrassed by everything that had happened, I just wanted to get my phone and hide under my covers. When I arrived back in the hotel parking lot, I quickly opened his back door and searched. My phone was resting against the trunk door, right where our heads had been just an hour ago. I reached for it, cursing the device silently, when it suddenly rang. It was Master's ringtone. I snatched the phone up and unlocked the screen. "Hello?" There was a pause. "How'd she lose her phone in your car?" he asked in high pitched disbelief. I was confused until he started laughing. "The flight attendant still doesn't understand. She keeps asking how your phone got in my car if we drove in yours." I flushed scarlet, but he only chuckled over my defensive explanation. "You're fine. I changed my mind, put my keys somewhere on my car where I can find them when I get back." I did as he requested, and soon sat back in my car, sighing. "That sucked. No more rendezvous' just before you have to leave." He cracked up again, his humor contagious as I finally willed a small smile of my own. "No more losing your phone in my things." I growled, but he cut me off again. "I have to go, we're about to take off." He dropped his voice until only I could hear him. "Now be good, Slave, and maybe I'll see you soon." We said our final goodbyes and he clicked off, leaving me alone in my car. Alone, with just a playful smile and his cum still coating my insides. Grinning, I shifted into drive and headed home. It was time to go have some fun on my own. At least, until Master's next planned visit...