0 comments/ 41295 views/ 3 favorites Riding (with) a Stranger By: Katie_did_it Author's Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. This one started about four or five weeks after my first set of stories ended. And, if you've read my earlier tale(s) you will know that it took place my stories are from a time in my life about 7 years ago -- when I was just turning 21 and still attending university (UBC in Vancouver, Canada). At that point in my life I was still living in the UBC dorms at Thunderbird Park with my roommate Cheryl. Although I have since become a high school teacher, my initial interests at university had been in architecture and interior design, and it was one of my design class assignments which initiated this adventure. For those who haven't already read my stories, (or have already forgotten from the overload you get from pouring through the thousands of other stories on this site) a little about myself... I'm the classic 'medium-height-curly-blonde-haired-blue-eyed-cutie' that guys like to dream of (or so my guy likes to tell me). I'm 5'6, and back then I was quite athletic, with the hard body to match (I still keep myself in pretty good shape today -- but back then between running, soccer and volleyball I was in great shape). For the tit-men out there, I have 34B cup breasts with puffy brownish-pink nipples whose nubs seem to love poking out like hard little pencil erasers with the least amount of provocation. I've always kept my bush either very neatly trimmed, or shaved completely, and ever since my first oral encounter, I've kept my lips shaved bald. I'm told I have a nice ass -- though I've always though it was a bit too round, but what do I know. Oh, and I love sunbathing (nude, of course), I tan fairly easily (with SPF 10 applied liberally), and I keep my summer tan well into the fall too. So enough about me -- on to Part II of my encounter with a few perfect strangers... * It was now well past 5 o'clock and by the time I caught my bus, I knew it would be closer to 6:00 pm, so I paid my bill and started towards my bus stop. As predicted it wasn't until a little after 6 that I actually stepped on to the first of the buses I need to take to get home. Already the sun was starting to set, and the afternoon rush was well on its way into the wind-down phase. It was also getting a little chilly, and I decided to slip on my hoodie again. I had a single bus connection to make from town -- and after the one quick trip on my first bus, I was now standing in line for the second B-Line (read beeline) express bus to the university. This one only had five or six stops along the route and most were right in town. I was a little surprised by the crowd still waiting for the bus, and was pretty sure I wouldn't get a seat -- and as it turned out I was right. After paying my fare, I began working my way down towards the back of the bus where it's easier to stand without being jostled too badly. I was about half way down, when two things happened. First, I suddenly realized this was a great opportunity to tease a few more guys, and then; Second, I saw a perfect guy who might be a good subject than to do a little more than just tease. Apart from the fact he was ten feet from me, directly in my path and both arms were fully occupied -- his left hand was grasping the overhead bar to steady himself and in his right he was holding his brief case and had his suit jacket slung over his forearm -- he was also damned good looking. Dressedyer grey, he was about four inches taller than I, looked to be in his mid-to late thirties, wore a wedding ring (girls notice this quickly), handsome, his dark brown, well groomed hair was starting to grey just a little on the sides, and most importantly, his blue-grey eyes were staring into mine, instead of at my tits. While I continued my shuffle towards him through the crowded bus, I smiled and never broken eye contact with him. He was the first to do so, but only as I drew within a foot of him. Then his eyes wandered down over my body taking in my assets. I in-turn breathed in the delicious scent he was giving off (Polo by Ralph Lauren, I would learn much later). I moved closer and I turned sideways in the aisle to pass him -- with my front facing him. With a quiet 'Excuse me,' I slid past him, but I made sure both of my breasts brushed hard against his right arm as I did so. My nipples immediately popped to attention and felt myself getting aroused just by this light touch. Although I had been exhibiting myself in one form or another all day, it didn't matter. My last encounter had left me fully primed to engage in yet another. The bus started moving, as I shuffled my way further down the aisle until I was past the rear exit of the bus and almost at the end. I grabbed the upper right handrail with my right hand, turned and faced forward, and looked for the guy. I was surprised to see he had now turned to face the back, and was openly watching me move to the back of the bus. Our eyes met once again, and I smiled at him, which he returned instantly -- it was a warm, comfortable, smile and I realized instantly this guy would definitely be a good target for taking to bed tonight, if only there wasn't that ring on his finger. I thought about that a little more as bus trundled along, and decided if he didn't care about it, either would I -- it would be up to him. Indeed, if he had been faithful to his wife up until now, he would be a perfect target -- no STD's to worry about. Within seconds the bus stopped again, and as people began to move towards the exits he used this opportunity to make his way back towards me. He switched hands with his case and jacket, and passed me as if heading for the last row of seats on the bus. Instead, once past, he turned and came to stand directly behind me. He was so close I could feel his warm breath on my neck which made little goosebumps pop in excitement. I allowed myself to lean backwards just a little and his scent filled my nostrils once again. We started moving again, and I swayed with the movement, gently bumping my ass against his left upper leg. 'Oh, he's definitely interested, all right,' I thought to myself. The bus changed lanes in a sharp movement and I found myself involuntarily jostled hard against him. His left hand and arm, although full, reached to steady me holding my side, and lingering there a little longer than required. I murmured a quiet "Thank you" to him. To which he replied, with a hint of humor in his voice "Absolutely, my pleasure." The next two stops were at major cross streets and quite a few people disembarked, including all the remainder of the people standing and many of those who were sitting. This included the few people who had been sitting in the last row. Up until now I had been content letting myself bump gently into him. But as the last group of people passed us, I turned at the railing to face him. Neither he, nor I backed off an inch as I did so, and it allowed me another opportunity to brush my tits against his arm. With less than 2" between us, I looked up to the amused expression on his face. I was getting more turned on by the second. A memory of the last time I got this turned on while riding on a bus flashed through my head, and I smiled involuntarily at the thought of Cher making herself cum on the bus... He caught my quick flash of a smile and grinned too, "You're enjoying this aren't you?" he asked of me. "Of course, I am." I replied matter-of-factly. "Would you like to sit?" he motioned towards the empty row of seats beside us. The sun had set completely and dusk was quickly turning to night. 'Perfect cover', I thought to myself, but I didn't respond aloud. Instead, I slid past him towards the seats, while making sure my hardened nipples pressed into his arm yet again. Wordlessly he followed and lowered himself into the seat beside me. As he sat, he changed hands with his case and his now free right hand dropped to the inside of my jean covered thigh. Although I was a little surprised at how quickly this was moving along, I was also quite pleased with our progress. Not only did I not discourage him, in fact I parted my legs a little and pressed my left leg against his right. Almost immediately I felt his hand begin sliding higher until his pinkie finger rested against my crotch. I was sure he could feel the heat radiating out of me, but I said nothing. I looked up into his blue-grey eyes, and smiled as I slid my left hand towards his lap. I casually slipped my hand under his jacket (which he had folded across his lap), and reached straight for his crotch. Through the thin wool of his suit pants, I cupped his balls and already growing cock in my palm. "To answer you, yes, I'm enjoying this, and I can tell you're enjoying it too" I grinned back at him. Now his hand slide higher too, until he was cupping my cunt in his palm. Although the heat and dampness in my crotch was readily apparent to me, he confirmed he could feel it too, "Damn, you're on fire, I can feel you through your jeans." I felt his cock springing to life in my hand as he pressed his index finger against my clit. "I think my finger is getting wet just holding you," he whispered huskily. "And you like that too, don't you?" I asked him teasing. I felt him start to kneed my clit through my jeans, and I felt my juices leaking out of me, I knew whenever it was that he removed his hand, I would have a visible wet spot but I didn't care. I started to squirm against his fingers in my seat, thrusting my pelvis against his hand. His cock had now reached full size inside his trousers, and I was within seconds of unzipping him right then and there on the bus. "Holy damn," he whispered, "you're crazy. What are you doing?" he whispered as I fumbled for his zipper. I whispered back, "I'm trying to make myself cum, now shut up and keep rubbing!" Instead, much to my disappointment I felt his hand withdraw from my crotch and he placed his hand on mine. He then lifted mine gently from his cock and held it in his. "I can't," he muttered, "I'm married, I have a good wife, I've never fucked around, I just can't..." he trailed off... 'Damn, damn, damn, damn!' I thought to myself. "I know you're married," I told him, "I saw your ring. Look-it, I'm not crazy, and I won't come chasing you, I'm just a horny young woman who really, really needs a cock right now. You're a great looking guy, and I thought we might have some fun." "Oh, I'd love to too, I mean you are gorgeous, but I can't. Besides up until fifteen minutes ago, I didn't even know you -- Hell I still don't know you! I'm just a guy on a bus, who was caught up by some crazy co-ed." Exasperated and more than a little desperate, I started explaining quietly to him, "Look at me, look at the way I'm dressed right now..." I pulled my hoodie open and then off completely to allow him a good look at my tits. "I've been flashing these little beauties all over town today... I'm horny as hell, and I'm trying to give you a free fuck, no strings attached! So what do you say, whatever your name is?" "Garry, my name is Garry," he answered laughing at my directness, "Jesus, you just come out and say it, don't you? I knew you were a tease the moment I saw you, and then when you brushed those luscious little tits against my arm, I decided to tease you back -- I just didn't think it would go any further, but this, this uh, offer..." "Katie, I'm Katie," I answered back, "and I'm a lot more than just a tease. As much as I love to tease and to be teased, in case you haven't figured it out, I love exposing myself too. I just figured that since you seemed to be interested, and since I'm as turned on as I am, I thought hooking up for an evening might be a lot of fun. But if you aren't interested in a cute 20 year old, with a hot little body, too bad for you..." and I crossed my arms in front of me in a mock pout. Garry laughed, and took one of my hands back into his and then raised it to his mouth and kissed it gently. "It's bad enough you have a pair of the cutest little tits I have ever wanted to kiss, but I had no idea I was playing with fire until you started to bump that cute ass of yours against my leg. Well, by then I was hooked." "So, let yourself be hooked," I replied, still pouting, "let yourself go, do something crazy, I do all the time and I have no regrets about any of it." I urged him, "I dare you. You can't do what you did and back out now -- it isn't fair!" He looked at me and laughed, "Of course you don't know it, but believe it or not, I passed my stop I five minutes ago. Funny thing is, I just knew I wasn't going to get off when I should." I laughed aloud, "I think you're in for a bit of a ride then, 'cause the next stop is at the university itself actually." He continued, "When I put my hand on your thigh, I figured you would back off instantly, but instead you welcomed it. And then, you -- you just put your hand on my cock like it had been there a thousand times before -- not like I was a complete stranger. I couldn't believe it at first..." "But you see, that's what I love, Garry, that's what turns me on..." "Katie, after I got over the intial shock of your hand on my crotch, I still thought you would pull back, but when you didn't stop me, and instead you got me hard I knew I had to stop right then, or I was going to get off in a different way and then I would have to figure out a way to explain a wet sticky mess in my pants when I got home. You want me to do something crazy, well I'm already doing something crazy just sitting here with you. You don't need to convince me to do something crazy!" I turned to him and held his hand, "You know at first I hadn't intended this to go this far this fast with you, but like I said when I got on the bus I was already wound up from exposing myself downtown. You might not believe it, but at one point I was completely nude in public. " He looked puzzled, "Pardon?" "I'll explain later, if there is a later, let me finish." I insisted. "Okay, okay," he said smiling at me. "When you followed me back here and stood an inch behind me breathing on my neck, I was a goner. I love teasing guys, in fact it's only just recently I've come to understand I love doing much more than just teasing, so when I saw you, in your suit and looking so damn good, I thought perfect! Let's see where this goes." I went on, "Then, you suggested we sit, and you put your hand on my thigh, and YOU started to rub my cunt, well by then I was into this completely." "When I felt your hand rubbing my clit through my jeans, I wouldn't have stopped you no mater what. I was only seconds from cuming right here on the bus, if you must know. But then you pull away and say you can't, that's what isn't fair..." Garry looked down, and then up at me again guiltily, "I just don't know... I'm married..." It began to look like this was going no-where, I looked at him, smiled, and said "Okay, but you need to know, if I ever run into you again, and you come on to me, there is no backing out." I surrendered, laughing now, I said, "I'm so fucking turned on right now, if you so much as touched me and then backed off again, I'd hold you down and rape you." He laughed quietly, and said "You won't have to..." He put his hand back on my upper thigh... 'Perhaps all is not lost' I realized. Sensing an opening, I slid a little lower in the seat, so only my head was in view of the driver, I reached up with my right hand and grabbed the right spaghetti strap of my top, and pulled it down. My breast popped into view -- the nipple now only slightly hardened was soft and pink and begging for his touch... "Oh, shit," I heard him utter, "Beautiful, just beautiful, fucking beautiful." He let go of my thigh and cupped my now bare breast in his hand. The nipple hardened at his touch, and I knew I had made an impact. He pulled his hand off and said "Jesus, cover that up, Katie." Obediently, I did as I was bade and pulled my top back up, but not until my other hand had once again slid down between his legs. "Okay, okay, okay, you win, Katie, we need to find a room -- right fucking now!" Garry grinned. "That's easy -- I've got a dorm. I share, but my roommate is working till 9 tonight -- so that gives a couple of hours until she comes home, and the best news is, the next stop is ours." "Well, I'll have to be out of there by then, I guess won't I?" he laughed. "No, not necessarily," I replied cryptically, "but we will see how we make out..." "Well, I can tell you this, Katie, If you don't let go of my cock I'm not going to be able to walk, never mind the fact you're making me practically cum in my pants!" He whispered urgently in my ear. I giggled and released him -- I was in for a ride after all and I was excited. With a thrill I realized that he would be the seventh person I had exposed myself to that day, in the third -- attempt of the day. I remember thinking, 'I'm getting good at this...' The bus stopped a few minutes later, and I grabbed him by the hand and led him down the stairs and out of the bus and started walking towards the dorms. Within minutes, we were upstairs and in our room. Just a Keith had been, he was surprised by the tight quarters, I on the other hand, was too excited to care. I had felt myself getting wetter with each step closer to our room, and by the time we entered I would have been ready for him to stick it straight into me. But that wasn't my plan... No sooner were we in, and I began shedding clothing -- I grabbed my top and pulled it over my head and tossed it on Cher's bed. Exposing my breasts in front of Garry's amazed eyes. I reached down and undid my jeans button and unzipped in a flash. Garry silently watched me as I continued to strip in front of him. I bent and undid my boot side zippers and kicked them off. As soon as I stood I pulled my jeans and my now soaked panties off 'my cute little ass' as he called it earlier, pushed them down and stepped out of them in one fluid stepping motion. Breathless, I stopped and looked at his shocked expression. "Well, how do I look to you now, worth coming upstairs for?" I asked him teasingly. His eyes were drinking me in, "Damn, you are gorgeous, and not the least shy are you? But I already knew that -- I'm just shocked at how truly beautiful you are..." He carefully placed his jacket of the back of the computer chair. Reached up and started to undo his tie. I put my hands on the edge of my elevated bed edge (the dorm beds are elevated about 3 feet off the floor for storage underneath) and pulled myself up and onto the bed, to watch him as he undressed. As I did so my legs opened to a V which I noticed he watched with intent. I decided immediately to give him the full show. I pushed myself backwards to lean against the wall on the far side of the bed, put my feet together, and dropped my knees apart. I loved the expression of lust coming over his face as I exposed myself. I was so wet, and horny I couldn't take the wait of watching him undress, instead I slid my hand to my clit, and touched myself as he watched. "Damn, really, really not shy at all..." he muttered. "Really, really, REALLY not shy actually," I said, and I slipped a finger into myself. He pulled his tie free and dropped it over his jacket, while I continued to stroke and flick my clit. He undid his shirt, exposing a muscular lightly hairy chest of hair, and then pulled it from his trouser waistline. I started to massage my tits, with my other hand, toying with my nipples flicking them to there hardest condition. My other hand had started to speed up it's pace on my clit. My cunt was leaking it's usual steady stream of juices, without looking, I knew my lips would be wet and glistening. He undid his belt, his trouser button, and his fly and dropped his pants to the floor revealing a pair of well tented boxers. He kicked off his shoes and stripped his pants free pulling off his socks at the same time. My pace increased, and I slipped a finger back into my cunt and I started rocking my pelvis in time to my fingers. My breath was ragged, and I knew an orgasm was close. Riding with a Stranger I've been at the office all day. I'm tired, and pissed off that I still have another 20 emails to read, and respond to before I can head home. Click. Memo for tomorrows meeting. Delete. Click. Online banking statement. 'Nope. I definitely won't be reading that," I mutter out loud. Close. Click. Email with an attached .mpeg file. Double click. 'Hmm, what's this?' I wonder, as Windows Media Player lights up my screen. The pace of my breathing increases, as I watch a busty, brunette being pounded by two 'rough around the edges' Men. Fuck, I love watching rough, double penetration scenes. It's nearly as good as having a few dirty workmates that willingly share their smutty finds with me. When I first arrived at the firm, I made damn sure the guys knew to regard me as, 'one of the boys'. I relish the fact, that whenever one of them forwards dirty emails, or links of mutual interest, my name is always first on the address list. But hell, I like to give as much as I receive; so it's a win, win for all concerned. Watching the pure desperation in this woman's eyes, and hearing her breathless dirty talk, makes my pulse soar. Unconsciously, I bite down on my lower lip, as I feel my clit start to swell and tingle. There's no reason why I can't give myself some much needed attention. I mean, I am all alone in the office after all. Leaning back into the chair, my right hand gravitates towards my skirt. I relish the feeling of my skin being exposed, as I slowly drag the material up over my thighs. With my skirt pushed high, so it sits just under my arse, I can comfortably rest my hand between my legs. Slowly, but firmly, I start to stroke myself though the delicate material of my panties. I can't help but let out a little moan as my fingers brush over my clit. Applying a little more pressure, I gradually start to work my throbbing bud through my dampening panties. My flesh feels like it's on fire. It's crying out to be satisfied, to be relieved from the sweet, ache that's growing inside my pussy. The sound of a door opening creaks behind me. Startled, I bolt upright and begin to tug my skirt down with my left hand, as my right quickly closes the WMP window. Fuck, it's my boss! 'You're such an idiot,' I scold myself internally, "You should have at least fucking checked." After our end of the day pleasantries, she leaves the office. I quickly forward the email to my personal address, and stand up to compose myself. With flushed cheeks, I shut down my desktop, and grab my belongings. As I leave the office I can't help but think about how good I'll feel when my pussy starts to spasm around my dildo. ** Sliding into my car, I can't help but feel I've forgotten something. But with the alarm set, everything is safe. Checking the time on the dashboard, I work out that I'll have a round and hour to myself before Timmy gets home. I haven't mentioned Timmy yet have I? He's my partner, a really wonderful guy; so sweet, honest and reliable. I love him to bits, really I do. He just doesn't satisfy my sexual needs. Frustration sets in, as I hit gridlock on the motorway. Still horny as hell, I start to rhythmically clench and release my pussy muscles to keep that feeling alive. Finally, I reach my exit, and I ease down to 40 kilometres to take the bend. As I start to accelerate through it, my car slows down, rather than speeding up. In shocked amazement, I steer her to a silent halt at the side of the road. My eyes glance around the dash, running through my, 'car stops for no good reason' checklist. Finally I notice the temperature gage. It couldn't get any higher. "For fucks sake!" I yell, as my eyes notice the steam that's started billowing out of the bonnet. Grabbing my bag, I jump out of the car, slamming it shut behind me. I purposefully move over to the tyre and kick it hard. Why? I have no idea, and it doesn't make me feel better. Rummaging through my bag, I find my cellphone, and telling myself to clam down, I AA Roadside Assistance. While waiting for the call to be answered, my patience starts to dwindle. With no time for pussy pounding before Timmy gets home, I'm almost ill-mannered when dealing with the phone operator. When I find out, I may be waiting for up to an hour for assistance, my frustration causes my skin to grow hotter. I start to feel drops of cool water land on my head, nose and chest. As the rain starts to fall, my tensions ease. Ignoring that nagging voice inside that tells me to get back inside car and stay dry, I choose to lean against my passenger door, and wait for AA to arrive. A car passes at reasonable speed. The driver makes a sudden stop and starts reversing back. 'Thank God, I'm saved,' I think as I bend down a little to see who my angel of mercy is, assuming it's a colleague, friend, or neighbour. As you wind down the window, I realise I don't know you at all. "Are you alright Babe?" you ask with a look of genuine concern, "Do you need a ride home?" 'How sweet,' I think to myself, 'And not half bad looking either.' "Umm, thanks but I'm probably way out of your way." "Its fine. I don't have anything better to do," You grin, "Where are you headed anyway?" I stand there for a second or two, contemplating my situation. I mean, if we're heading in the same direction, I could always get Timmy to sort my car out later. Your ride would of course give me enough time to get home, and pummel my pussy silly before you know who gets home. And fuck, that's exactly what I need at the moment. I hesitate no longer, "Is Hillsborough on your way?" "It sure is sweetheart," you confirm while reaching over to push your passenger door open. "Thank you, so much," I reply with a widening smile, as I slide in beside you, "Who knows how long I'd be stuck here, if it wasn't for you." You smile back, and raise an eyebrow as though it's a hand, "I'm Jake." "Pleased to meet you Jake," I raise a brow in return, "I'm Annabel." I wonder just what your reaction would be, if you knew that I was accepting a stranger's ride so I'd have time to play with sex toys before my significant other returned home. "So then Annabel, what's the address?" you ask while keeping your eye on the road. I tell you, while I start to straighten out my damp hair. "I was actually going to head out that way myself, after dropping off a parcel at the airport for a mate who..." "Well, I don't mind you dropping it off before me Jake," I interrupt you quickly. "Are you sure, you're not in a rush or anything?" "It's you doing me the favour here," I remind you, "So, of course I'm sure." You turn to look at me, as if for more reassurance. I feel a little pang in my chest as your eyes meet mine. It's just some impulsive need inside, letting me know I want you; regardless, it manages to steal a little breath from me. As we head off towards the airport there is little talking between us, but the air is thick with an emerging tension. When stopped at some lights, I notice your eyes gaze openly towards my chest. I pretend not to notice; all the while that sensation between my legs starts to grow again. "Damn rotten luck to get caught in the rain when your car breaks down," you state without budging your eyes. "Yeah, I must look right mess," I say, while flicking my hands through my hair, before smoothing them over my shirt and torso. A gentle moan escapes my mouth as my hands skim over my breasts. Looking down, I notice the outline of my breasts and erect nipples are clearly visible through my light cotton shirt. Heat flushes through my cheeks, and wrapping my arms around myself, I turn a new shade of crimson. Your left hand reaches out to gently tug my arms away. "You're beautiful," you whisper in a light husky voice, your stare so intense my gut feels as though it's just received a blow. I relax and allow my eyes to gradually run from your eyes, down your body, until they rest on your crotch. I grin when I see you're already hardening. Car horns roar from behind us. You look up to notice the lights are green. As you put your foot down on the accelerator, my hand gravitates to rest on your upper thigh. I trail my fingers up to stroke you through your jeans, but to my surprise, you push my hand away. I look at you, a little taken back. "Touch yourself for me," you tell me, without a hint of humour, "Let me watch you." God, that's all I needed to hear. Forgetting the world outside of your car windows, I glide my hands over my chest tweaking my nipples firmly as they pass downwards. When I reach the hem of the skirt, I quickly tug the material up over my thighs. I fully intend to take this slowly, and tease you with my gentle moans, until you're dying to pull the car over and fuck me. My right hand reaches the centre of my heat though the wet material of my panties. I start to run my fingers over the tender skin between my legs. Applying a little more pressure, my fingers push though my pussy lips. A moan I wasn't expecting escapes my lips as my fingers drag the damp material over and around my clit. I loose myself in my own touch, complete and utter wild abandonment. Reaching for the leaver on the side of the seat, I gently lower it and myself down. I place my left foot between the dash and the passenger door, and turn my body to you slightly. Making sure you have a good view. Holding the flimsy panty material back with my left hand, I bring my right hand down with a slap on my clit. I let out a little yelp and my hips rise instinctively to the touch. I feel your eyes on me as I start stroking and rubbing my clit in small circles. Looking up, I see your eyes move from me to the road, and back to me. Glancing out the window, I don't know where the fuck we are, and I don't really care. My hips start to rise and fall to match and meet the touch of my fingers. I trail my left hand up to pinch and tease my nipples. The ache starts to overwhelm me, by body begs to be filled. Lifting myself up a little, I run my fingers around my clit one more time before sliding them down, and into my pussy. I suck in a short burst of air, as I feel the pressure of all four fingers inside me. My thumb finds my clit as my eyes find you. With my pelvis rocking back and forth against my hand, I struggle to find the words, "Jake," I pant, my eyes pleading with yours, "Can I cum? Please can I cum?" You reach over and grab my hand, stopping my building climax dead in its tracks. With lustrous, burning eyes, I watch you take my hand and greedily taste me, as you pull the car over. "Get out," you command in an almost slightly aggressive tone. I open your car door in a haze, step out and look above to see a plane pass over. You've pulled over in an airport scenic outlook. There is no one else around, but it's still light out. A cars drives past in the time it takes you to make your way around the car to me. Pulling you in to me, my body is begging you to kiss me. You do, as your body pushes back into mine, squashing me between you, and your car. Your hands travel behind me, and you unzip my skirt. Forcefully you push it down, along with my panties. My exposed skin feels smooth against your jeans, and I moan against your mouth as I feel your bulge push against me. I feel a hand brush lightly against my thigh, before it moves up to cup my pubic mound. This time, I stop you. I slip out from between you and the car and motion you to turn around. You lean your sturdy frame against the car and I kiss you. My hands move down, over your chest and torso until I reach the belt around your jeans. One hand works on the buckle, the other cups you; gently at first, and then with a firmer urgency. Working your jeans and briefs down, I let out a little moan as I watch your cock spring out from the confines of your clothing. I squat down, letting my eyes take you in. Cupping your balls, I gaze up at you lustfully. With my mouth nearly watering, I start to explore and tease you. Pushing your cock back against your stomach, I lay light wet kisses along the underside of your shaft; before gently blowing over the same path. Trailing slow, wet, long licks up and down the length of your shaft, I graze my fingers over your balls. My tongue swirls around the head of your cock before slowly taking it into my mouth. Tongue flickering against your frenulum, before gently easing myself onto your shaft. Just as you reach to cup the back of my head in your hands, I slowly take as much of you as I can, in my mouth. You smell and taste so good. I want, no I need more of you. Slowly I start to pump your wet cock in and out of my mouth, until I impale myself on you, almost swallowing the head of your cock down my throat. I force my tongue out to lick your balls, before pulling back quickly, gasping for air. I continue this dance, until your moans turn into grunts and I feel you push back with your hips. "Keep that up, and I'm going to cum," you pant, helping me up to my feet. Just as I regain my composure and steady myself on my feet, you spin me around quickly and lift me up slightly onto the side of your car. I lean back, supporting some of my weight on my elbows as you lift my legs up and rest them on your shoulders. Your stare is so intense and every move you make seems so calculated. I open my mouth to speak, but you lean in and stifle my words with a kiss. Every thing aches, every inch of my skin needs something from you, I push you away "Please take me," my words come out in husked whisper, "Please." I start to wither beneath you as you continue to tease me, running the head of your cock from my pussy lips, up to my clit and back down. I try to lift myself towards you, but you pull away. I try a few more times, with growing urgency but you continue to torment and tease me. Bucking my hips out to meet you does no good. "Fuck me!" I cry, as a tear of frustration and embarrassment at my desperation rolls down my check. You enter me forcefully, filling me. I bite down on my lip to muffle a groan of pain. Slowly, you pull out and start to work yourself back in. Deep inside me, you lean down and plant one kiss on my tear stained cheek. We moan together as you slowly start to pump your cock in and out of my pussy, my hips meeting you with each stroke. On the verge of coming, I beg you to take me from behind, hoping to draw out the pleasure a little while longer. You withdraw yourself from me and guide me back down to my feet, spinning me around so fast I almost loose balance. I spread my legs a little for you, and bend myself over your car. I feel your hands hovering at the neck of my shirt, and feel a tug against my body as you rip my blouse open. Your right hand grabs at my breasts as your left pulls me back onto you. My body hits the car with each thrust you take. Your right hand plays with my right nipple, pinching and rolling it firmly between your thumb and forefinger. As I feel a build up of pressure, my own fingers find my clit. I rock against my hand each time you withdraw, and push pack on you each time you re-enter. Urgent moans start to escape my mouth, their sounds mingling with the slapping of you against me. My climax builds and as my pussy starts to convulse around you, you push three fingers inside my mouth. I feel full, and completely satisfied. As my orgasm subsides, I realise you still haven't cum. I turn my head to you, our eyes meet, and I whisper, "I want you to cum on me." "Where?" you ask breathlessly. "On my breasts," I tell you, pushing myself away from the car with my hands, "I want to watch you cum on my tits." You withdraw your cock from me, leaving me empty; but my mind is now on something else. I swat down in front of you again, bracing my arms around your hips, my hands clutching your back for balance. My mouth moves back to your cock, and I taste myself as I start to work you in and out of my mouth. It's not long before you start to fuck my mouth with frustration, I can't keep up and keep pulling back for breath. Finally, you pull your cock out all together and start jerking off in front of my face. Mesmerised, I watch you grip your shaft at the base of your cock. I watch your cock throbbing in your hand, and I bite my lip in anticipation. I look up quickly, to see you looking intently at me. By the time my eyes meet your shaft again, I watch small, thick bursts of you cum shoot out onto my face, neck and tits. I use my fingers to find it on myself and urgently bring it to my mouth, dying to taste you. I draw my attention back to your cock, and give it a few more gentle caresses with my tongue, and mouth as it slowly starts to soften. ** With clothes back on, and somewhat straightened, I slide back in to your car. You turn the ignition on and reverse out, indicating to turn out of the scenic bay in the direction we'd come from. "Don't you have a delivery to make?" I ask feeling slightly confused. "Nope," you reply with a sly grin, "I just made it a few minutes ago." Slightly amused by that, I look at the time and realise Timmy would have already beaten me home. I ring him on my cellphone and explain what happened to the car. I go on to tell him that a friend is giving me a ride home, and all the stress has given me a terrible headache. I watch you grin from ear to ear as I thank him for agreeing to call and meet AA by my car. We arrive back at my apartment, and you sweetly offer to pick me up, and drive me home after work tomorrow. "Same time, same place?" you ask. "Same time, this place," I grin, slipping you my business card and pointing to the address. As I make my way to through the walkway gate, and turn to find you watching me enter I give you a little wave, and I make a little wish that my car will be out of service for at least a week. Riding (with) a Stranger He pulled his boxer down, his cock popped free, hard as a rock and pointing directly at me, in all it's glory. I came as soon as it popped into view, hard at first, and then harder again, making me double over in pleasure. "Ah, fuck, oh.... Fuck..... Oh shit, that felt good..." I groaned He came to me and I leaned forward and he held me in his arms, and placed gentle kisses on my neck. I lifted my head and smiled, "I told you I'm a crazy one... And now it's your turn..." With that he crawled up on to the bed with me. I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his cock. I savored my first taste of his pre-cum. I crawled to the edge of the bed and hopped off -- he looked disappointed at first, but I quickly re-assured him by patting the edge of the bed and I told him to slide over. He got the idea immediately. I pulled his suit jacket that he had carefully put over the chair and carelessly threw it onto Cher's bed. I turned the chair, straddled the seat back with my legs, and sat backwards in it. Next, I rolled it forward between his legs where his cock was waving in my face -- without a second to pause, I opened my mouth and took him deeply into my throat. "Oh my god that feels good." I heard him mumble as he leaned back on his hands to enjoy. I pulled off of him for a second, and asked him teasingly, "Does you wife suck you off Garry?" "Yes." I heard him answer... as I deep throated him once again. I sucked him hard and deep and he thrust back into my mouth every time I pulled back. He was mouth fucking me, and I loved the feel of it. I lifted my mouth free for a second, "Does she swallow Garry?" "No, not usually..." I buried my mouth on his cock again swirling my tongue around his member -- I milked his cock with my hand and then went deep once again. Over and over, I repeated it, going deeper, sucking licking enjoying this new found toy. I pulled off, as I felt him getting close, throatily I told him, "Mmmmm, she doesn't know what she's missing then... I love cum... Now give it to me..." I demanded. And I dove deep again. I could hear him grunting in pleasure as he felt my mouth envelop him... A few seconds later a hot jet of cum shot into my mouth just as I closed my lips over him once again. He filled my mouth completely, and even as I swallowed, I felt more spurting into me. Shot after delicious shot squirted into my mouth and what I couldn't fit, I let trickle down my chin. I milked his cock hard, until the sperm diminished and he writhed in ecstasy as my tongue licked his now extremely sensitive cock. I let go finally, and while he watched, I used my fingers to wipe the leakage from my chin and I then sucked them clean. "Oh, my god Katie, that was amazing, I've never had a blow job like that -- ever." He leaned over and lifted me up out of the chair. I was surprised as he kissed me full on the lips even though a little of his cum was still smeared a little on my face and lips. I realized with a little surprise this was our first actual kiss. Finally he broke the kiss and shuffled himself over in the narrow twin bed to make room for me. I crawled up and into his waiting arms. As I lay down beside him, I glanced at the wall clock -- it was only 8 o'clock. Still plenty of time for a fuck before 9... I felt his hands begin to roam over me, exploring my body. He shifted lower in the bed, sliding his body down kissing his way down my neck, across my breasts, just as Cheryl has done so many times before. I rolled to my back and spread my legs, and hoped he wasn't afraid to enjoy me completely -- he wasn't. His kisses trailed lower past my navel, and finally to my smooth mound. "Mmmm, shaved clean, just like I like it..." I heard him say seconds before his tongue touched my clit. The next ten minutes became a blur of emotions as he expertly brought me to one orgasm after another -- my body trembling in delicious ecstasy... He piled on climax, after climax, until I couldn't stand it any longer -- I was crying out loud for him to keep going, and at the same time begging him to stop... Finally, I came like I have never before, my body bucked and thrashed madly -- I literally saw stars in my closed eyes... and I finally felt him begin to let me down from this unbelievable plateau of lust. He crawled up between my legs his lips trailing kisses up, just the way he had on the way down -- until I felt the tip of his hard cock brush my pussy. I opened myself, and thrust against his entrance. I was so wet, he slid in easily. He thrust himself hard against me, burying himself deep into my cunt. This was what I had been wanting ever since mid afternoon -- and now he was giving it to me... I lay back and enjoyed the ride... He lifted my ass slightly into the air, and then lifted his body off of min -- kneeling now, he thrust himself as deep as his cock would go -- I welcomed his thrusts with pushes of my own -- groaning with pleasure as he slammed himself deep into my cunt. "Cum in me Garry," I whispered to him, "cum in me deep and hard." He found a faster rhythm now, slamming into me, grinding, and then pulling almost out completely before sliding his cock back in deep. I felt every delicious stroke, ever nerve I had tingled in anticipation of his cum. "Fuck me Garry, fuck me hard, fuck me like the slut I am..." I urged him... He ground himself hard into me over and over and over... Just when I though I couldn't take another stroke I felt him pause for second and the redouble his effort... I knew what was coming and pushed harder against him... Suddenly, he let loose a cry and shuddered, and I felt his cum deep within my cunt. He pushed harder again and grunted and another stream let loose into me... His spasms slowly subsided and he began to relax, as did I... He pulled out of me and dropped to the bed beside me, and I curled against his sweaty flesh... We kissed again -- this time lightly -- almost as friends might. "Oh, you know how to really satisfy a girl, don't you... Your wife is a lucky woman!" I laughed. "He propped himself on an elbow and looked at me and said very seriously, "No, I'm a very lucky guy. And to think I almost turned you down, what a fool I was being." I giggled, and propped myself up as well, "I've never been with a married man before -- but it doesn't matter to me, if you are -- you are a wonderful lover. Seriously though, does your wife know how good you are in bed, do you do what you did for me, to her too?" "Yes, she knows, and yes, I do," he smiled, "I was being honest when I told you I've never screwed around. And I'm happy with her too -- but after this, I just don't know what to do next." I smiled and kissed him gently, "That's easy then, go get cleaned up -- use my towel, the guy's showers are upstairs on the next floor up -- and then go home to your wife. I got what I wanted, you got to live out a fantasy, screwing a cute co-ed, and we both move on happy with ourselves" He smiled back, "Easy to say, I'm not sure easy to do -- I like you Katie, and you are wickedly good in bed. I do want to see you again -- I know where you live, I'd just like to do this again -- differently though -- will you? See me again, that is, will you?" Alarm bells were ringing like crazy, but as usual I ignored them, "Yes, I will, that is, if you still want to after the guilt kicks in..." "I hate to screw and run, but I need to, I'm sorry..." he mumbled. "It's okay Garry, go ahead -- I get it, you're married..." I laughed. He crawled up out of the bed, and for a second I watched him go. His cock was still wet and slick from our lovemaking, and I couldn't help wishing I had licked it clean. As he started to slip on his boxers, I realized this would not do, "Wait, for just a second, Garry. He paused and I crawled off the bed and grabbed a tissue from the box on the computer desk. Clean yourself up before you pull them on, your wife will know in a second if she finds them in the wash." He paused, nodded, and said laughing "Thanks, I told you I'm new at this..." "And I told you, It's okay..." I smiled reassuringly back at him. Partially dressed in his trousers and shirt he grabbed my towel and shampoo and headed out of the room. Meanwhile I crawled back onto my bed. He was back in less than ten minutes, and quickly began to dress trying to get going -- I could see he worried though -- I figured he was still trying to figure out how to explain his lateness to his wife. "Garry, stop at a pub, and have a beer on your way home -- tell her you stopped for a drink, this is your first time, she'll never suspect a thing." "I already thought of that, but it's okay -- I think I might just tell her I worked late instead... I've got a confession to make, the reason I was taking the bus is because I lost my driver's license almost 6 months ago -- impaired driving after a dinner meeting. I think I'd rather tell her I worked late, without the drinking part." He dashed out a number on a piece of paper, "It's my cell number -- call me during the day, but never in the evening." I smiled, and said, "I know, I know, already, now get going -- but before you do, write this down," and I gave him my cell number in return, "call me anytime, but only if you are sure..." With that, he left closing the door gently behind him. I lay back on the bed, thoroughly satisfied with myself -- I crumpled the paper with his number on it in the palm of my hand and tossed it towards the trash. 'If we get together again,' I thought to myself, 'it will be because he wants to, not because I chased down a married man.' I spread my legs as I lay back and touched myself lightly, Cheryl would be home very soon -- I had barely gotten the thought out, when I heard her key in the door. I didn't bother to close my legs -- I couldn't wait to tell her about my day... She walked in to the room looking a little tired. The shocked look registering on her face as she saw me lying, legs spread and my finger on my clit was priceless! "Jeez, Katie, what if I'd had someone with me..." she laughed. I giggled "Then they'd be very, very surprised, I would guess." My fingers continued toying with my clit... "But not half as surprised as you're going to be when I tell you about my day, Cher, my love." And I then proceeded to shock her a second time with my tale of lust...