4 comments/ 6504 views/ 5 favorites Parking Lot PDA By: katiegray The day I met Rich was hot. It was late July, and even though it was after eight when I parked my car in the downtown garage, the temps still soared over 80 degrees. It had been a busy day already. I'd had work, plus an insanely boring networking party outdoors at the home of some rich person who I never actually saw. I couldn't wait to leave. I left the party and headed to town, just a few miles away, parking my car in the multi-level garage. I found an Irish-themed bar with powerful air conditioning and just a few inhabitants. It was nice after the overheated party. When I walked in, the staffers greeted me and I took a seat at the bar. I ordered a margarita and a plate of wings. A moment later, a gentleman took the seat next to me. "Hi there," he said. "Can I buy you a drink?" "That's not necessary," I said. "Not necessary, but polite. A woman as good-looking as you should never have to buy her own drinks in a bar." I looked at him. He was attractive. Roughly my age. Seemed harmless. I really ought to make an effort not to run away. "Thank you," I said. "That would be nice." "I'm Richard," he said. "Katie." We chit-chatted for a while. Long enough for us to share the messy tray of Buffalo wings and a couple of drinks. Rich was just a couple of years older than me. He had a PhD and a good government job. He also had a wife. I never believe the things men say about their wives. Rich told me his was sickly, often in the hospital, and they couldn't have sex anymore. I don't believe it. I'm pretty sure there was absolutely nothing wrong with her, and it really didn't matter, anyway. We were just sitting next to each other at a bar. But he was good-looking. Dark hair and blue eyes, nice compact build. Maybe not a competitive bodybuilder, but definitely in good shape. The more we sat and talked, and the more the margaritas went to work, the more I liked looking into those blue eyes, and wondering what was going on under that shirt. It had been a full day, and time was coming for me to go home. It was a Thursday, and we both had work in the morning. I took a quick trip to the restroom, washed my face and hands, smoothed my hair, and brushed my teeth with the toothbrush I always kept in my purse. Just in case. Then I came back to the bar, and started rubbing Rich's neck. I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Thanks for the dinner. I have to head home now. Will you walk me to my car?" "Absolutely." In a moment, we were out the door and headed to the parking garage. As we walked, I began to feel like a little white rabbit being chased by a hawk, and I knew he wanted me. His desire was contagious and it stirred the need in me. When we reached my vehicle, I turned to face him. "I'm really glad I met you tonight, Rich." I leaned back against the car and looked up at him, smiling, inviting him in for the kiss. He looked down at me and slipped a hand around my back, leaning forward and pressing his mouth on mine. Softly at first, and then with more intensity. He slid his tongue into my mouth, and moved his hands to my ass, pulling my hips toward him, and I pushed myself against him, feeling his cock beginning to swell under his shorts. It was still so hot and humid outside, we were both beginning to sweat, and I could taste the salt and smell his manly scent under the artificial trappings of soap, cologne, and deodorant. His mouth moved to my neck, and I dropped my head back and moaned softly, opening my eyes just a sliver to look around. We were in a parking garage. Anyone could come by any moment. There were probably security cameras. People could be watching us right now. The idea turned me on even more, and I picked up one leg, twirling it around behind his so that I could grind my pussy against him a little better. In response, he slid his hand up my skirt, sinking his fingers hard into the flesh of my upper thigh, pulling me closer. His grip on the flesh of my leg was so tight, I knew I'd have finger-shaped bruise marks in the morning, and I loved it. As he ground his hips into me, I could feel him getting harder, and in response, my cunt was waking up for him. I rolled my pelvis up and down against him. He stopped kissing my neck for a moment and looked into my eyes. There was so much heat, so much wanting, and I was gone. I took his free hand and moved it to my shoulder, and helped him slide down the strap of my dress and bra. He freed one large, heavy breast. "Such big nipples," He said appreciatively. Then he started sucking on it. I writhed and looked around again. Anyone could walk in at any moment, and they would see my tit in his mouth, his hand up my dress. The idea made me wild. I unwrapped my one leg from around his back, and started to peel off my wet, white satin panties. Once he understood what I was trying to do, he pulled and ripped them off completely, and threw them aside. That was when I came the first time. Then he brought his hand to my hot, wet, pussy, and moaned when he found it clean-shaven. He slid a finger between the lips and I gasped as he found my throbbing clit. I began to moan and the noise echoed strangely through the garage. I wished I could be silent, but he was doing such a good job. "You're so wet," he said. "How is it on the inside?" I asked, near wild with wanting. I slipped my other shoulder out of the dress so that both of my tits were exposed, and he began to suck on them again. He slipped two fingers into my wet and waiting pussy, and I arched my back, groaning with ecstasy. I needed his cock, needed to feel the hardness, needed him inside me. I dropped my hands to his pants, and let his thick, eight-inch dick free. It was already beautifully hard, and as I began to massage it in my left hand, it got even harder. "I want you inside me," I said. "I want you to fuck me, right now." I felt crazy with desire. He had three fingers inside my pussy as far as he could go, and he was rubbing my clit with his palm. He slid his fingers out and stood up, bringing his dripping wet hand to my face. I licked off all my delicious juices, and then wrapped both my legs around him, my back against my car. I moved myself against him so that the full length of his cock was massaging the outside of my pussy. I could tell how wet I was—he was sliding so deliciously around. He moved my hips just a little, and his swollen cock entered me. I cried out. "Oh, that feels so good!" He just pushed it in, hard against me for a moment, balls deep into my cunt. He brought his hands up to my nipples and started pinching, rubbing, and squeezing them until they were hard as diamonds and about an inch long. Then he started thrusting, and moved his hands to my ass. He grabbed both cheeks in his hands and pulled me into him. At this point, I looked up and saw two guys walk in, at the other end of the garage. So I started making more noise. The other guys stopped in their tracks and just watched. My tits were out, my dress hiked up around my waist, his shorts were down below his butt, and we were fucking like animals. Having the two other guys watch was just too much, and I came right away. He didn't know they were there; he just kept on pumping, which just let me keep on coming. "Oh, Jesus, you are so tight right now," he said, and then I could tell he was about to come. He started pumping furiously, taking his dick almost all the way out and then slamming it back in. I could hear the slap-slap-slap of skin on skin and the wet noise of his cock going in and out of my dripping cunt. Our audience was still there watching, so I made a little more noise. "Oh, oh, oh, God yes," I said. "Fuck me harder! I want to feel you come inside me! Do it faster!" He finally hit his climax, and I felt his cock contracting, one, two, three, and then the explosion of hot cum against my back wall. "Oh, yes!" I screamed, and I came again, wet pussy contracting hard, over and over again while his cock kept on spasming. I looked up and our two watchers had their cocks out, stroking the length of long, hard shafts. "You boys need some help?" I said. Rich looked over his shoulder, and for the first time, saw the watchers. He smiled back at me. "You are a hungry slut," he said, not unkindly, and kissed me hard. The two watchers started to walk over slowly, apprehensively, but Rich encouraged them. "She's hot and wet, boys. And nice and tight." The guys were in their early 20s. One was blonde, the other dark-haired. The blonde was the faster one to walk over, with his swollen cock in his hand. Rich slid out of me, his spent cock still red and glistening. He stepped a few paces to the side. The blonde took my shoulders and turned me around. I rested my forearms on the hood of the car, and pushed my hips up so he could easily slide into my cunt. As he stroked, my tits swayed forward and back, so Rich came over to rub my nipples. As I began moaning again, the brunette came over and slid a hand down to my clit, helping me out while his friend pounded me. Between the tits, the clit and the fucking, it only took a minute before I came again. And now, I wasn't even trying to be quiet. My moaning echoed through the parking garage. When I came all over blondie, and my cunt muscles tightened on his swollen cock, and my hot pussy juice flowed all over him, he came too, and once he slid out, I was so wet with their come and mine that the brunette just slid his enormous, 11-inch cock right in. He was a little rougher than the other two, probably because he had watched two of us already. He kept me in the same position, entering me from behind, and banging me so hard that it hurt, but in a very good way. "You like that?" He asked. When I didn't answer, he fucked me even harder. "I said, do you like that?" "I fucking love it," I said. "No one has ever fucked me like that. Fuck me as hard as you can." And he did. Rich and the blonde, spent, where just watching now, and I looked at both of them in the eye while the brunette grabbed my hair and pulled me back into him with one hand, and pinched my nipples with the other. His cock was so long and hard, I felt like it was going to split me in two, and it was exactly what I wanted. My cunt was stretched tight over him, and I could feel every ridge along his shaft. I could hear that wet slap-slap noise of his cock slamming into me, and I could feel his balls swinging against the back of my thighs. "Oh my God," I said. "Oh, my God, you are huge." "Oh no, you don't come yet," he said. "You don't come until I say you do." He quickly pulled out, and my climax seemed to evaporate. "Oh, no," I said. "Don't stop! Do it again." "Do what?" He asked, his voice gruff and husky. He was holding himself just a little bit back. I could feel his wet and throbbing cock just barely touching my pussy. "Fuck me hard and fast. Fuck me like a slut." He laughed. "You are a little slut, aren't you?" "Yes, I am. I am your cum slut, and I want you to fuck the shit out of me." And so he did. It was the hardest fucking I've ever had in my life. I came about three more times before he finally pulled out, turned me around and pushed me down to suck on his enormous, throbbing erection. It was so slick and shiny, long and hard. I sucked on just the head at first, licking off the glistening combination of cum, and tasting the ridges around the head and exploring his little hole with my tongue, but he needed more. I took as much of him as I could, but it was so hug,e I had to use my hands for the base end. He pulled my head toward him and I felt his cock slide a little down my throat. I swallowed a little while he was there, and he finally exploded inside my mouth; all the delicious cum spewing right down my throat. He stayed there and shivered for a moment, his legs continuing to quake. Finally sated, we all went our separate ways, never to see one another again. I tidied myself up, tucked my tits back into my dress and drove away, savoring the feeling of being well and thoroughly fucked all the way home. Parking Lot Performance The beat from within the club still pounds in our ears as we walk out the front door toward the car. Our arms around one another’s waists, we press our sides together as we go, feeling the warmth of each other’s bodies in the cool night air. The parking lot outside the club is large, and not well lit. We arrived late, and parked far from the entrance to the club. We whisper to one another as we approach the car, giggling at nothing more than our pleasure in being together. At first, we can’t even see my car, but then we spot it. A large van has parked between it and the club, partially obstructing the view to - and from - the door. I lead you to the passenger’s door, reach to unlock it, but you put your hand on mine. I turn to look at you, and you return my gaze, deep and intent. My arms wrap around your waist, yours around my neck as we kiss long and hard. I can feel your soft breasts pressing against my chest as we embrace. “Let’s get out of here,” I whisper, but you put a finger to my lips to silence me. You turn your head slowly from side to side, saying no. Again, you press your lips to mine, but now your hands begin to wander. Down my shoulders you move, then lower, one hand on my back, the other moving around my waist to my stomach. That hand slides up between us, caressing my chest, then down again, past my belt. You hold me in your hand, feeling me through my slacks. I am hard in your grip, and you press against me, making me harder. My own hands had been moving up and down your back, but now they rest on your hips, forgotten for the moment. You stare deeply into my eyes as you touch me, your intentions clear. I am weakened by your firm caress, and my eyes flutter closed as I surrender to your hand, your eyes, your will. Your other hand returns to my neck, drawing my face to yours. Again we kiss, our lips parting as your tongue slides into my mouth. You lean into me, crushing your hand and its rigid contents between our bodies as you push me back against the van. Your lips leave mine, moving down to my throat. You nip gently at my neck, causing me to jump slightly, more in surprise than from any pain. Your fingers open another button of my raw silk shirt, then two, and you part the material to touch your lips to my chest. All this time, you continue to hold me in your other hand, your clutch cementing your control over me and the situation. Your free hand slips into my shirt, and your fingertips find my nipples. They are already hard, perhaps from the cold night air, but you think otherwise. You roll one of them between your thumb and forefinger, tugging and twisting gently. Then I feel a sudden jolt as you squeeze tight, pinching down on my tender flesh. A muffled cry escapes my lips as your red nails bite into me. You smile to yourself, pleased with my reaction. Slowly, you sink to your knees before me, cupping both hands to the heat you’ve created at my crotch. You work me with your hands, then rise to press your face against the eager tool still hidden within my trousers. I can feel the warmth of your breath through the fabric as your cheek caresses me. I push my hips forward slightly to meet you. Then your hands are at my belt, releasing the buckle and unbuttoning my slacks. You slide one hand up inside my shirt, then down into my pants, where you find me covered by the fine silk of the boxers you gave me not many days ago. You trace my length under the smooth material before snaking your fingers through the fly to touch my skin. A moment later, you have maneuvered my rigid member to protrude from the opening in the boxers. A chill runs up my spine as you expose my flesh to the cool night. You encircle me with the fingers of one hand, teasing along the underside with your thumb. Your other hand creeps back into my pants to cup my testicles, still encased in the silk. You stroke me once, then twice, from head to root, before touching your lips gently to my tip. Your tongue darts out to taste the droplet of sticky-salty fluid, which has already escaped me in my excitement. And suddenly, your mouth envelopes my swollen head, your lips clamping tight just below the corona. The hand holding my rod slides up to your lips, then back down, drawing your saliva along my length. Your tongue teases my opening as you suck, hard, drawing even more blood into my already throbbing organ. You begin to stroke me in earnest, kneading my balls in tempo with your motion. My head rolls back, eyes closed, face turned up to the starry night. Instinctively, I begin to move my hips in the rhythm you have established, bringing my hands to your head. I gently run my fingers through your soft hair as you devour me. Then I can no longer control myself. My hands take a firmer hold of your head as my excitement builds, and my thrusting becomes more insistent. But this is not what you want. Drawing me deeper into your mouth, you move your hands from my genitals. I feel you take my wrists firmly, though your lips never stray from their work. You place my hands at my side, then gently but sternly push my hips back flat against the side of the van. I understand your signal, and remain as you have placed me while you direct the action. I feel your hands on my thighs, massaging deeply as you slide them down my legs. Then they disappear for a moment. Your head continues to move slowly up and down upon my erection, as your hands dip into your purse. They emerge, and a torn foil wrapper falls to the ground. Both hands return to my cock, one stroking once more, the other hovering nearby, clutching something inside. You rock back to sit on you heels, releasing my wet member to bob before you in the cool air. A string of saliva connects us for an instant as you pull away. Your hands move to the swollen purple head of my cock, grasping it firmly, then rolling the latex sheath back along my rigid length. Holding me by the root with one hand, you stroke me through the condom with the other, a few more seconds of pleasure before you calmly tuck me back inside my boxer shorts. I am trembling in frustration, leaning back on the van, and I don’t notice you turn to press your back against my legs. You begin to stand, your weight pushing against me. I come to my senses as your back rubs against my now doubly-encased rod, and I place my hands upon your rising shoulders. When you have risen completely to your feet, you lean into me. You wriggle your hips, causing my erection to shift within my shorts, now pointing straight upwards to be cradled between the smooth globes of your firm ass. You draw my hands from your shoulders, wrapping my arms around your waist. Your turn your head, tipping your face up to meet mine, and we kiss once again. Your lips are wet and hot and raw from the abortive blowjob, and this excites me more. I pull you back against me, pressing my crotch into your ass. Even through the linen of your short black skirt, you can feel my organ straining for release. Our tongues meet, dancing together within the steamy confines of our kiss. Knowing that it is now my turn to please you, I run my hands over the soft knit of your deep purple sweater. It is a long-sleeve turtleneck, but it’s cropped short at the waist. The wool clings tight to your feminine curves, revealing as much as concealing your figure. My hands climb to cup your breasts. I gently knead your soft flesh, feeling the strange-sexy sliding of the soft wool of your sweater over the smooth satin of the bra beneath it. Your nipples swell, and I can feel the tips rising through the material. I squeeze them more firmly, taking the nipples between thumbs and forefingers and pulling them up and out. My lips move to your ear as I press your breasts together, emphasizing your cleavage. I exhale deeply into your ear as I trace its curve with the tip of my tongue. You shiver and bring your hand up to caress the back of my neck as I nuzzle you. Your upraised arm causes the hem of your sweater to climb, which I interpret as an invitation. I quickly slide one hand under the wool and up to your breast, which is now drawn tight by your raised arm. My fingers meet the delicate lace of your bra, but they have no patience for such finery now. I catch the edges of your bra-cup with my fingertips and pull down, releasing the soft flesh within. Now my fingers are on the skin of your nipple, gently teasing, turning, pinching the tender aureole. My other hand rests flat on your smooth belly, the tip of the thumb flirting with your navel. Now it is my turn to nip at the silky skin of your neck, lightly drawing my front teeth along the hairline behind your ear. I release your uncovered breast, and move my fingers to the other, still covered in lace. I hold it in my palm, feeling within the satin your soft, warm flesh capped with the hardened tip. I close my hand upon you, my fingers pressing into your delicate breast through the fabric. Eager to feel my hand against your skin, you reach to free the still-covered breast. But my hand catches yours, holding it away long enough for you realize that I want that one to remain covered. You moan softly in frustration, but acquiesce to me in this one matter. I put my hands on your hips now, and push you away from my body. At my urging, you take a half-step forward to rest your hands on the hood of my car. Now you stand, your back to me, bent slightly at the waist to lean against the vehicle, almost as if I were about to arrest you rather than make love to you. I take a moment to run my eyes up and down your lush figure, pausing to especially enjoy this view of your heart-shaped butt. I step forward, and you can feel the heat of my body against yours. I bend over your back, running my hands down your arms to your wrists. Once again you feel my hardness against the crease of your ass, and you push back into me, reminding me of my own arousal. I draw my hands back up your arms, caressing your shoulders, your underarms, your sides, your hips. I catch the hem of your sweater with my fingertips, and push it up to the lower edge of your bra. I smile at the sight of the lavender silk against the smooth skin of your back, then lower lips to the point where these two lovely textures meet. I run my tongue along the skin at the edge of your bra, first around your ribs to the left, then to the right. Then I return to the center, where the arch of your back reveals the line of your spine. Touching my tongue to that line, I draw it downward, tracing your backbone to the waistband of your skirt. I move my lips across the small of your back, savoring the warmth and texture of your skin. You notice suddenly that my hands have crept back up under your sweater to your breasts. The feeling of one palm against bare flesh while the other is shielded by satin and lace causes you to fidget in a last, feeble attempt to free the imprisoned breast. But as you do so, I clamp my hands down upon your flesh, holding each cup in its present position, either up or down. You realize you have no choice but to endure this awkward-but-sexy state of near-undress. But then my hands abandon your soft globes, moving down along your stomach, past your hips, to rest on your thighs, at the hem of your black linen skirt. I spread my fingers across the flesh of your outer thighs as I sink to my knees. As I lower myself down, I press my face into your luscious ass, dragging my mouth and nose along the cleavage covered by black linen. Passing the fullest point, I whip my head quickly to the right, giving you a playful nip on the cheek. Startled, you flinch and squeak, then sigh as you lower your face to rest against the cool metal of the car. Now I am at the hem of your skirt, and you can feel my hot, moist breath along the flesh of your inner thighs. I run my hands down your bare legs to your thighs, grasping your ankles. Gently, I pull them outwards, and you take the hint, moving your feet apart and granting me access between your hot thighs. You feel my lips and tongue on the inner surface of your left thigh, kissing, licking, sucking at your creamy skin. Slowly upward I creep, until I meet the hem of your skirt. Then I am at your right thigh, just above the knee, to repeat the process there. Your skin has a faint salty taste, from our exertion on the dance floor, and this too excites me. Once again, I am at the hem of your black linen skirt, and now I have nowhere to go but upward. The skirt is slit a few inches up the back, and I explore this opening with my nose and mouth as I bring my hands back up your thighs, sliding them under the linen. I push them further up your hips, dragging the skirt along as I go. I follow the skirt as it rises, my tongue caressing the newly-revealed flesh. You moan softly and spread your legs just a bit further. I push the skirt over the curve of your buttocks, where it stays, and pause for a moment to admire your rounded globes in the moonlight. With my tips of my thumbs, I trace the curves where cheeks and thighs meet, and brush across the lavender satin of the French-cut panties, which match the bra. I run my hands along the leg openings to the points of your hips, just dipping my fingertips under the fabric. I take the waistband at each side in hand, and you draw your knees together, thinking I am ready to remove your panties. But not yet, lover, not yet. Instead, I thrust my hands upward, pulling the material tight between your cheeks. Then my lips are upon you, sucking, licking, biting at the flesh of your ass. The panties make you squirm, the discomfort of their fierce embrace making you keenly aware of your sex and your arousal. I push my face into you, pursuing the satin panties as they are drawn up between your cheeks. Only the taught fabric protects your most tender flesh from my eager mouth. I move down, between your thighs, my mouth now covering your sex. I press my tongue against the satin, which covers you, and I can feel the heat burning within you. I draw my teeth over lightly over your hidden lips. You shiver and gasp, pressing yourself into my open mouth. Now is the time. With a single swift movement, I draw your panties to your ankles. I lift your feet one by one to free them from the garment. Your lavender lace disappears into my pocket in a flash, holding your scent for my memories tomorrow. Now it is you who are exposed to the cool night air. Goose pimples arise on the cheeks of your ass, giving your smooth skin a pebbly texture, which I must feel with my fingers, lips, and tongue. I find myself at the top of your bottom, where your more private cleavage begins. I slowly begin my descent, moving ever deeper into your private spaces, exploring them with my tongue. At the same time, one hand creeps around your hips to your tummy, then begins to slide downward as well. The fingertips trace the edges of the neatly-trimmed tuft that decorates your mons. You try to pull away as my tongue reaches your rear opening, nervous at this contact. But I do not let you escape, holding your hips firmly. Your scent is rich and earthy, your flavor clean and enticing. I run my tongue over the wrinkled entrance, then gently push the tip inside. You cry out faintly, in surprise, and maybe just a hint of shame. You have never been kissed in this most intimate way, and you are embarrassed to find it so pleasurable. My tongue’s gentle invasion of your tight anus sends waves of pleasure up your spine and down your legs. In a moment, your shyness is forgotten. You press into me and I respond, thrusting my tongue deeper into you. You reach back to hold my head in place while you revel in my worship of your hidden orifice. At the same time, my fingertips creep further down your mound, through the close-cropped tangle to the very top of your lips. Your flesh is dry and hot to the touch, the lips still closed and holding your juices within. I trap your already-swollen clitoris between my fingers and tease it, gently rolling and squeezing it as I continue my oral assault on your ass. I am careful, however, not to open you just yet, putting that pleasure off just a few moments longer. You release my head, moving your own hands up to your now-forgotten breasts. At last, you have the opportunity to release the one that had remained imprisoned within your bra. Resting your face against the cool metal of the car hood, you run your fingertips over your breasts. Soon, you are kneading them in a rhythm that matches that of my tongue in your anus. Your eyes closed, you lose yourself in the sensations, sighing unself-consciously. Behind you, I smile to myself, pleased to please you so. Now my tongue abandons the tight rosette of your anus. I move lower between your legs, and you feel my lips against you. You can tell where I am going, and you arch your back to grant me better access. I place my mouth over your pussy, my wet lips outside your dry ones. I flatten my tongue and press it against you, cupping your warm sex with it. Then I point my tongue and run it up and down your lips. Slowly at first, then faster, my tongue dances over you from your clitoris to your anus. But by now, you need more than this teasing. It is time for me to open you up. I press the tip of my tongue against your lips, and in an instant they part. Your rich juices finally escape from within, and my tongue touches the soft, pink flesh of your inside. I push it into you, straining to taste more, and you press back against me. My teeth brush over your clitoris, and you shiver, then rock your hips to move your neglected button to my tongue. Always eager to follow instruction, I caress your clit with my lips. I suck it into my mouth, feeling it swell as your excitement builds. I touch it gently with the tip of my tongue, then more firmly. Soon, my tongue is flicking rapidly across it. Your hips begin to sway, and your breathing grow faster and more shallow. Your fingers dig into your soft breasts, squeezing them tighter than I would have dared. Waves of pleasure begin to spread outward from your groin as my eager tongue takes you higher. You can feel your orgasm building, but you need more to get there. You shift your hips, and my tongue is no longer against your clitoris. Now it hovers at the entrance of your pussy. I waste no time before pushing inside, parting your outer lips, then the hidden inner folds, as I press my tongue into you. I spread my jaws wide to let my tongue penetrate you more deeply. You can feel my teeth against your delicate flesh, as I make love to you with my mouth. I place one hand over your mound, the heel of my palm rolling firmly against your clit, while the other explores the crease of your ass. Now you are subject to a three-headed assault on your most private region. With my tongue deeply inside your pussy, I frantically work your clitoris with one hand while the other discovers your anus once more. It is still wet from my earlier ministrations, and I gently press against it with the tip of my thumb. By now, your pelvis is rocking feverishly, your back rising and falling as you rush toward your climax. You release your breasts to concentrate on the powerful sensations from below. You thrust one hand back to my head, tangling your fingers in my hair and pulling my face into you, while the other arm lies draped across the hood of the car. You teeter on the edge of climax, desperately struggling to hurl yourself into the abyss of ecstasy. I am there for you, between your thighs, fiercely pushing you toward the brink. Closer and closer we come, and then, somehow, we fall back, losing ground. Your orgasm slips away. You pound the hood of the car in frustration. We’ve already gone farther than either of us expected to ever go in so vulnerable a location, but you cannot stop now. Your need is too great, your hunger too strong to be denied. “Get up,” you hiss at me, sounding at once desperate and commanding. “Put it in me! I need you inside me now!” Parking Lot Performance In an instant, I am on my feet. I slide the waistband of my boxers down my hips, freeing my latex-covered organ. Its swollen head brushes against you, and you know that I am still hard as stone. Looking back over your shoulder at me, you grab my cock and pull me to you. You rock your pelvis as you rub the tip up and down your eager pussy. You take a moment to work your swollen button with it, then you move it to the mouth of your hungry vagina. You push back, taking the head inside before putting both arms back on the car to support your body. You feel your lips stretching around the corona, and try to take me deeper with a single thrust backward. But your hands have released me, and I assume control once more. I pull back from your desperate thrust, allowing no more of my length inside you. I grasp your hips firmly, and pin your body against the car, immobilizing you. Slowly, painfully slowly, I begin my descent into your body. I enter you a fraction of an inch at a time, so that we can both savor the parting of your walls before me. Splayed across the hood of the car, you cannot see me penetrate you, but I can. A full minute passes, and still my shaft is only halfway inside you. You can feel my cock pushing into you, deeper and deeper. Because I’m moving so slowly, it seems I must be three feet inside you before my body finally presses against your ass. Now, already fully inside, I thrust forward. My weight crushes you against the car, and my cock seems to swell to twice its previous size inside you. You cry out, wriggling beneath me in helpless ecstasy. Then I begin to withdraw, just as slowly. You feel your pussy walls closing as my cock pulls back. I remove myself completely from within you, not stopping until the tip of my rod has escaped. Your lips cling to me, seeming to kiss my rubber-coated glans as I hover outside you. And then I begin to push back into you, this thrust only a hair faster than the first. Again, you gradually open to admit me into your body. I fill you entirely, and then, once again, press into you hard after I am all the way inside. And again, you cry out as I swell within you. Gradually, I increase the pace of my thrusts, until I am no longer teasing you and instead fucking you in earnest. I move back, no longer pinning you to the side of the car. Free to move, you rock your body, and together we find a steady beat. I slide my hands up under your skirt, holding it out of the way of our copulation as I grasp your hips firmly. The heat begins to build within your pussy once again. This time, we can both feel it rising. But you need more stimulation. Your breasts, which I have forgotten in my mad invasion of your cunt, cry out for attention. Holding yourself off the car with one hand, you run the other up your flat tummy to your tits. You grasp them, kneading and stroking them as you feel your own nipples drawing tight once more. Through slitted eyes, I notice what you are doing, and lean forward to join you. Bending over your back, I run a hand along your arm, finding your hand upon your breast. I wrap my hand around yours, forcing you to increase the pace and pressure on your soft flesh. You start to moan softly as together we work your chest over. I make you pinch your hard nipple tightly, then twist your hand as you hold firm. At the same moment, I drive my cock deep inside you, and you cry out your pleasure. Suddenly afraid of detection, I rise up and glance around. I see no one nearby, though looking through the windows of the van, I spot a trio of girls chatting with the bouncer at the door of the club. Satisfied that we are safe from discovery for the moment, I turn my attention back to you. During my brief distraction, your own excitement seems to have grown. Now you are thrusting back against me at a feverish pace. Lifting your skirt again, I watch as you plunge violently down on my rigid, latex-covered rod. Your lips roll inside you as you push against me, then drag along my length each time you pull away. The air is rich with the smell of your wetness, which has spread from your sopping pussy to cover both your ass and my crotch. I close my eyes and concentrate on the overwhelming sensation of our desperate copulation. Your hips are smooth and firm in my hands, your cunt hot and tight around my cock. Now your back is rising and falling faster than ever, and your breath is choked and unsteady. I know the signs - your climax is only seconds away. You reach back with one hand, trying to grasp my hip and pull me deeper within you as the tingling begins to build between your thighs. Unable to hold onto my rapidly thrusting body, you move your hand to your own stomach. You thrust downward, running your fingers through your damp bush until they meet your swollen clitoris. My swinging balls brush your fingertips with every stroke as you frantically rub your clit. I see your head shake from side to side in your hungry pursuit of your orgasm. A short, sharp cry escapes your lips with every thrust of my body against yours. Your hand plunges deeper down you body, now cupping your mound. Your fingers are now pressed between our bodies, holding your swollen lips against my shaft as I move inside you. My own pleasure is mounting as well, but I am fascinated by your arousal, watching intently as you bring yourself to climax. The waves of pleasure start to roll over you, spreading out from your sex, down your legs and over your back. “Now! Now!” you cry out. “Come with me!” I am still a few seconds away, but acting on a sudden inspiration, I place my hands on your back. All at once, I ram myself up inside you and press down on your back. At the same instant, you feel my hot, swollen rod farther inside you than ever before, and your soft breasts and taught nipples pressed into the cold metal of the hood of the car. The contrast of these two sensations is too much, and you explode. You cry out your ecstasy as your entire body erupts in warm tingling. You are rigid in my hands for almost a full minute, your sharp-nailed fingers grasping my hips and holding me inside you. I lean over you, covering your body with my own as you slowly come down from your orgasm. As your breathing gradually returns to normal, you notice my hard cock, still pulsing inside you. “You didn’t yet, did you?” you whisper. “No, I’m sorry.” I shift on my feet, feeling my shaft move inside you. “It’s hard for me, with the condom . . .” “That’s OK,” you reply with a giggle. “Now it’s your turn.” You push up from the hood of the car, just enough to get some room to move. I stand behind you, about to pull out, wondering what you have in mind. But you catch my with your hands, holding my hips against your round ass. You begin to roll your hips, causing my cock to dance inside you. First you push backwards, pressing the smooth flesh of your buttocks into my groin. Then, you slowly pull away, swiveling your hips as the muscles of your vagina clamp down on my rigid penis. You repeat this maneuver again and again, faster and faster. Even through the latex sheath, I feel your cunt grasping me, milking me for my fluids. I close my eyes. My head rolls back as I lose myself in the sensations you are creating for me. Holding onto your gyrating hips, I fall into your rhythm, plunging into your hot, moist flesh as I begin to climb once more toward orgasm. “Oh, god,” I moan softly. “That’s . . . so . . . good!” I try to take control of our pace, when you suddenly freeze. “Shhh!” you hiss. Still, I try to move inside you, not comprehending. “Someone’s coming!” I stop as well now, and try to listen over the sound of my own heavy breathing. The steady click-click-click of high heels on pavement is drawing near. I glance over my shoulder, through the windows of the van behind me. Not more than four cars away, I see the three girls I had spotted earlier. They are almost upon us! You rise up, and see the girls as well. With a wriggle of your hips, you free yourself from my grasp, leaving my wet, rubber-coated prick bobbing before me in the night air. With a fast flick of your hand, you smooth your skirt down around your hips. In my frenzied state, however, I fail to think so quickly. Mere seconds from orgasm a moment earlier, I remain hard and throbbing, exposed and vulnerable. The three girls, all young and attractive, I now see, make their way to a car parked across from ours. Were they to look our way, they wouldn’t be able to miss me. They unlock the doors and begin to get into the vehicle. With a sudden inspiration, you seize the moment and my hard cock. You shuck the condom off me with a single motion as you clear your throat. “Oh, ladies,” you call out. “Care for a show?” Stunned, frozen, humiliated, I can do nothing for the moment. Then an inarticulate protest begins to rise in my throat. “Shut up and go along,” you hiss in my ear, “or you’re not touching me for a month!” I choke back my protest as the girls notice us. What a sight we must be for them - a half-naked man, dazed and aroused, his stiff dick being held from behind by a beautiful and commanding woman, seemingly fully-dressed and composed. “Besides, I told you it was your turn to come,” you remind me, your voice now calming and seductive. The three girls have all seen us by now, standing at the open doors of their car. They don’t speak, waiting instead for your next move. You release my cock to bounce before me, bringing your palm to my mouth. “Lick it,” you tell me. “Get it good and wet!” I tentatively extend my tongue, running the tip over your hand. As I do so, I feel your other hand behind me, caressing my bare ass. “No, I mean really lick it. Lick it real good.” I put a hand to your wrist, guiding your hand to my lips. As I kiss the hand in mine, I feel the fingertips of the other behind me, tracing the crack of my ass down between my legs. “That’s better,” you say, encouraging me. Giving up to you, I close my eyes and begin to work your hand over with my lips and tongue. I kiss it, caress it, suck it, as I did your pussy earlier. You purr in satisfaction as the exploring fingers behind me make their way between my thighs to lightly touch the wrinkled skin at the base of my scrotum. Holding the hand at my lips in both of my own now, I slide my feet apart, to allow you better access to my nether region. “Jesus!” mutters one of my three watchers in amazement. “Janie, turn on the lights!” Though my eyes are closed, I feel the lights of the car across the aisle upon me. Caught by your will in a spotlight, I abandon myself completely, to make love to your hand with my mouth. “Well, don’t just tease us,” calls one member of our impromptu audience. “Yeah,” says another. “Make him come for us!” You chuckle softly, speaking so only I can hear. “Your public awaits.” You pull your hand free from mine, bringing it down to my crotch. Cradling my nuts in your fingers, you press my cock up against my belly with your thumb, showing the girls my length. After a moment, you let my rod fall back to horizontal, and concentrate on my testicles, rolling them gently between your fingers. At the same time, the fingers of your other hand continue to move about between my thighs from behind, tickling the root of my nutsack. I moan softly as you work my balls, needing some stimulation for my cock. I move to put my own hand on my organ, but you catch it before I can get a grip. “Hands at your sides, baby,” you whisper into my ear. “I’m directing this show!” Following your command, I let my arms fall to my sides, palms flat against my bare thighs. You bring your hand to my mouth again, and I lick it once more. My nuts, damp from your spit-moistened hand and now exposed to the night air, draw tight against my groin, their sack wrinkled and pebbly. When I have wet your fingers and palm sufficiently, you draw your hand away once more, this time taking my cock in your firm grip. You work me gently at first, sliding your palm up and down my shaft. Behind me, your fingertips now trace up and down the crack of my ass, which is tight and covered with goose bumps from the cool breeze. I begin to move against you, pumping my cock into your hand. Your fingers encircle me, tightly clutching my shaft as I fuck your hand more rapidly. Eyes closed, I roll my head back as I concentrate on nothing but the sensation of your hands on my body. “My God, Janie, look at him!” The voice from across the aisle snaps me back to the present. I see the girls watching us, silhouetted against the night sky beyond the bright headlights of their car. I stare at the shape by the driver’s door, the one I assume to be Janie. I wonder what she might look like in the light. Her slender silhouette hints at her beauty. Imagining her, knowing she is watching me, my excitement builds. I fuck your hand more aggressively as your other hand pushes forward, into my warm ass cleavage. I am riding a crest of passion, performing for you, for Janie, and for her friends, but I can’t get over the edge. I want to come, I need to come, but somehow, I can’t quite get there. Knowing me as you do, you sense my building frustration. Sensing that I need just a bit more stimulation, you try to draw out one of our watchers. “What do you think, Janie?” you call out. “Do you like what you see?” It takes a moment for Janie to answer. At first, I think its because she’s shy, but from her tone of voice, you can tell that any hesitation in her is out of fascination, not fear. “Yes,” she replies, her voice breathy. “He’s gorgeous, all hard like that.” I’d never been called ‘gorgeous’ before. Vaguely curious what she might mean, I glance down at myself for an instant. What I see amazes even myself. My cock is huge, red and angry, bigger than I ever remember seeing it. With every forward thrust, your fingers pull the tiny opening at its tip wide open. Each time I pull back, the foreskin drags up to completely cover the swollen purple glans. On one level, I am consumed with lust, for you and for our audience, but on another, detached plane, I recognized that in this state, my organ might be a thing of primal beauty to an impassioned woman. “How does this make you feel, Janie?” you ask suggestively, gripping my rod firmly at the base for a moment, pulling it up and out to exaggerate its size. “Does this big cock make you wet?” Janie took a step towards us. “Yes. Very wet.” “Janie!” her friend exclaimed. “Ssshh!” you hiss at the friend. “How wet does it make you, this big, hungry cock? Show it. Show this cock how much you want it inside you.” Wordlessly, Janie moves to the front of the car. So close to the headlights, her face and torso remain cloaked in darkness, but her hips and legs are brightly lit. She is wearing a short skirt and open-toed, platform shoes. Her smooth, creamy legs are bare of hose or stockings. Your hand strums my prick now, racing up and down its length as we both watch Janie move into the light. She faces us, bends her knees, and runs her hands up the pale flesh of her thighs. “Janie, what the hell are you--?” “Fuck off, Suze!” Janie hisses over her shoulder. Janie’s hands reach the hem of her skirt, drawing it upward to reveal the dark panties stretched tight over her mound. She runs one hand down to cup her own sex, pressing her fingers against her hot flesh. Then she turns away, her back to us now. While you keep frigging my dick, the fingers of your other hand appear at my mouth, forcing their way inside. My eyes locked on the girl before us, I absently suck on your fingertips, vaguely tasting my own warm, musky scent upon them. After a moment, you pull them away once more. “Come on, Janie,” you purr seductively. “Don’t you want this big cock to know how much you want it to fill you up, stretch your insides, make you come?” Bending over the hood of the car, Janie draws her skirt up, exposing her panty-clad ass to us. Her left hand creeps to the crotch of the flimsy garment, pulling it aside to reveal Janie’s moist lips and dark, puckered anus. “My God, Janie! Are you insane?!?” “Shut up, you frigid bitch!” you bark, your fierce tone cowering Janie’s uptight friend. More softly, you address our fellow exhibitionist. “Touch it, Janie. You’ve shown us your sopping cunt. Now show this big cock what you want it to do for you.” Still holding the panties aside with her left hand, Janie thrust her right hand between her legs. She drew the fingers along her lips, parting them to release her juices. She thrust two, then three fingers into herself repeatedly, and you timed your rhythmic stroked of my cock to match. I imagined myself actually fucking this stranger’s pussy here in the parking lot, while you and her friends watched. “Now come, Janie,” you urge. “Come for this big cock that wants to fuck you so badly!” Janie pulled her hand up to stroke her clit, exposing her sopping, open lips to our view. Faster and faster, her fingers danced on her love button, just as your hand roughly jerked my cock. My own hands gripped my thighs tightly as my ass flew back and forth, sawing my hard prick in and out of your fist. We could hear Janie breathing, fast and shallow, as she brought herself closer to orgasm. Her thighs seemed to vibrate as she climbed higher. She began to gasp softly, and you knew she was close. So was I. The rest of her fingers still holding her panties aside, Janie’s left index finger suddenly flicked out, almost on its own accord, to tickle her rectum. She pressed her red-nailed fingertip against her asshole and went rigid, crying out her orgasm. On that cue, you jammed two fingers deep up my own anus, pressing firmly on my prostate as you gave my cock one last, hard stroke. “Ungh! Ahhhh!” I threw my head back and thrust my cock forward as the waves of tingling orgasm exploded out through my body, running out from my cock, up my back to the top of my skull, and down my legs to the souls of my feet. I heard you laughing, seemingly a million miles away, as you watched my shoot my wad in long, high arcs out over the pavement. As my orgasm subsided, you found yourself supporting my weight on the fingers in my ass and by the root of my still-throbbing cock. I leaned against you, panting and heaving, as I gradually regained my composure. When you were confident I could stand, you removed you fingers from my anus and loosened your death-grip on my cock. Across the way, Janie had crumpled into a post-orgasmic heap on the hood of her car. You absent toyed with my cock, sending shivers up and down my spine, as you watched her put herself back together. Using her arms to lift herself, she rose from the hood and smoothed her skirt down. Then she confidently turned to face us, then strode across the 25 feet of asphalt to meet us. She held out her right hand to my face. I glanced to you, and saw you give a quick, short nod. I put her hand to my lips, licking it clean of her musky juices. Her taste and aroma began to excite me again, and I could feel my half-deflated cock begin to rise again in your hand. “Thanks for the show,” she whispered, pulling her hand from my lips and wiping her fingers on my shirt. She turned and walked calmly back to her car, opening the driver’s door and sitting behind the wheel. “Jesus Fucking Christ, Janie!” her shocked friend squealed in the distance. “How could you do that? What kind of perverts--” “Shut up and get the fuck in the car, Suzy, or I’ll leave you here!” Janie flashed her brights on us and tapped her horn as she pulled out and sped away into the night. “You better get dressed,” you smiled. I bent to pull my pants up from around my ankles, and noticed a small white rectangle on the ground at my feet. It was a business card, damp from having landed on a drop of my come. Parking Lot Performance “Let me see that,” you demanded, and I handed the card over and buckled my pants. “Jane Simons, CPA,” you read aloud. “Well, it seems as though you have a fan, my love!”