4 comments/ 123744 views/ 33 favorites Had To Go By: SirHardalot I'm a 55-year old executive working in a medium-sized corporation. One of the perks of being in top management is that I have a parking space in the lower level of our building. It's heated, private, and except for the other four executives in the company who have access, no one ever goes into the parking garage, with the exception of the cleaning crew that comes in around 6:00 in the evening...just about the time I usually leave for the day. About 3 months ago, I noticed a change in the cleaning staff. We must have changed contractors, because two women started at the same time, replacing the scruffy guys that previously did the job. Of the two, one was in her late 30's to early 40's, with mid-length platinum-blond hair and a pretty good body, even though she was slightly on the heavy side. One evening, I found out her name was Beth when I heard a coworker call her name in our office suite. Beth seemed to have a fairly perky personality, based on the times I'd heard her making conversation with my staff. She seemed generally very business-like and just went on with her work. There is a room in the parking garage that I'd never actually been in, although I'd looked in out of curiosity a couple of times as I walked around the garage. To get to the door to this room, you have to walk into a corner of the garage that's out of the way from my parking space. It's a large room where the building keeps supplies and some of the smaller maintenance equipment. It's long and narrow and appeared to be in an "L" shape, with a desk and some cabinets as well as the usual cleaning stuff. A few weeks ago, I happened to go into the garage and saw Beth walking through. I said "Hi" and noticed that she was wearing a nice sweater and skirt. I went to my car, and was rearranging a few things in the back seat after Beth went into the cleaning room. The door was open and after a few minutes, she walked out wearing her work outfit...tight shorts and a sweatshirt. It struck me that she'd changed in there with the door open. As I drove home, I thought about that incident and consciously realized for the first time that I found Beth physically attractive. The next evening, as I was leaving for the day, I walked into the garage and heard sounds coming from the cleaning room. I walked to the door, nervously wondering if I might catch her changing and not sure what I'd do if she was in the act. Much to my dismay, she was standing at the rear of the room arranging some supplies. She'd certainly noticed me watching her the night before as she went in and came out wearing her work clothes, so I was certain she suspected I was hoping to catch a glimpse as she changed. "Can I help you?" she asked. It had happened so quickly, that I hadn't thought of an excuse for going into the room. All I could think of was to ask if she had any paper towels. Of course she did...it was the cleaning supply room for crying out loud! She gave me a handful and I walked back to my car and drove away, telling myself what an idiot I was. Well, I thought I'd blown my chance. If I got caught again, there'd be nothing I could say except, "Gee, just hoping to see you naked." Which of course would be pretty lame and would probably get me into trouble as a pervert. During the next few weeks, I'd occasionally see Beth as I went to my car, and I'd say "Hi," and make small talk while I checked her out. She was actually pretty sexy and seemed to be warming up to talking to me. Then one evening, after a meeting that had lasted all afternoon, I was in a hurry to leave the office. So much so that as I was walking into the garage, I suddenly realized how badly I needed to go to the bathroom, which was way back on the other end of the lower level. I noticed that the maintenance office door was open, and I wondered if there was a restroom in there. I walked to the door and looked in just as Beth was pulling her sweatshirt down over her head, and I could plainly see her breasts spilling out over the top of her fully-loaded bra. She was built better than I'd imagined and her breasts were outstanding. As her head cleared the neck of her shirt, she opened her eyes and saw me standing there. She just looked at me, seemingly annoyed, and said, "Well, do you need something?" "I saw the door opened and was hoping there was a restroom in here. I really have to go and didn't want to walk all the way down to the restrooms." Beth walked over to me, rather slowly, with a serious look on her face as she continued to pull her sweatshirt down over her hips. But she said nothing. "Is there?" I asked. "You should knock before coming in here, you know," she said. "This is a private office." "Well, the door was open," was all I could muster. She stopped and looked at me as she smoothed the sweatshirt, then turned and walked away toward the back of the deep room. As she approached the end, she pointed toward the rear corner, partially hidden by a large cement pillar. Looking my way, she said, "Here's your only option, if you don't want to trek back down to the restrooms." I was so relieved. It looked as if I was going to get out of this without trouble. As I approached her, I thought of apologizing but as I got nearer to her, I was looking for the door to the bathroom. But there wasn't one...only a long row of partially filled metal shelves. In my confusion, I asked, "Uh, where's the john?" "Right here." She was pointing at a small plastic bucket on the shelf, grabbed it and handed it to me. "So there is no bathroom in here?" I asked. "Not a formal john," she reported. "Just this." She continued to look at me and I understood what she meant, but couldn't decide how to respond. "Would you rather make the hike down the hall?" she asked. For some reason, I couldn't come up with an answer. I knew exactly what she was telling me, and I was painfully aware of my full bladder, but wasn't able to formulate an intelligent response. Finally, she said, "Listen, if you'd like, you could just pee over there in the floor drain." I started to reply to her offer, "Well...thanks. I probably...should just go back...to the bathroom," was pretty much what I said. "Look, Steve...I've seen you in your office and the name on your door...don't be shy. I use this all the time. It saves a good deal of walking down the hall. Besides...no one...except you...ever comes in here." If you have to go, you should make up your mind...it's up to you." At that point, I realized I was very uncomfortable. I could probably have made it back down the hall, but if I'd met anyone on the way that wanted to make small-talk, I'd be in big trouble. Plus, my cock was getting a little stiff at discussing my bladder condition with this woman. "Yeah, if it's ok, I'll just go here." I meekly answered. "Where do you...uh...go?" Beth looked at me for a couple of seconds and said, "Behind the pillar is a safe place. You," meaning that I was a guy, "don't have to drop your pants to go, so it's as much privacy as this room offers." With that I grabbed the bucket form her and stepped behind the pillar. There wasn't really much room back there as the shelves against the wall took up most of the space. But, I was desperate and getting more anxious, so I placed the bucket on a shelf about 3 feet off the floor, ducked behind the pillar, out of the view of Beth, pulled my zipper down and freed my cock, which had grown to a considerable size because of the somewhat intimate conversation we'd been having. I looked back around the pillar and realized that she was making no attempt to leave or even to retire to the other end of the room. "I wouldn't mind a little privacy. Could you please close the door," I asked, hoping that she would leave so I could relax enough to pee. She didn't even hesitate, and as she walked to the door, I relaxed and closed my eyes, waiting for her to leave. The door closed, and at that point, I couldn't have held it in if I'd tried, and began to pee into the bottom of the plastic bucket. Immediately, I felt an enormous relief and all I could do was make sure my aim was true. There was no way I wanted to chance peeing on the shelves or floor. The pleasure I felt as the tension left me was suddenly broken as I heard a voice right behind me, "Wow, you really did have to go!" Not knowing exactly what to do, I repositioned myself to be sure my back was to Beth. At the same time, I wanted to appear to be in control, but all I could say was, "Yeah, I almost peed in my pants." As I spoke, I realized that Beth was moving around to my side, and knew that she could, at the very least, see my torrential stream of pee. And except for our breathing, the only sound in the quiet room was my pee hitting the growing pool in the bucket. Then she said, "Hmmmm...I've never filled it up that much. You must have been in pain." Realizing she was watching me pee, I started to get nervous and shakily asked, "Are you sure no one will come in here?" "Don't sweat it. The door locks when it closes." I looked back at the door. "It's locked tight, and my cleaning partner is all the way up on the fifth floor." My stream was now subsiding and I looked at Beth. She had a funny look in her eye as if she seemed to enjoy watching me go. I, on the other hand, was really enjoying her watching me go, and my cock was quickly showing my state of excitement. Peeing with a growing erection is an unusual experience, and as our eyes met, I wondered how this situation was going to evolve. She just stood there with her arms folded across her chest. Soon, I managed to force a few last drops out of my now nearly complete erection. A few seconds of silence ensued as I tried to decide if I was truly done, or if my boner was keeping me from finishing. "If you're done, just take the bucket over there and pour it into the floor drain," she instructed, pointing toward the front of the room. "Well, I have a bigger problem," I answered. Now that Beth had walked further around to my side, she could view my problem as well. "Yeah, I see what you mean," she said as she took in the sight of my full erection, still held in my hand. I shook a few last drops and stuffed myself back into my pants before the excitement of the moment caused me to come on the spot. She watched intently as I struggled to complete the task. "Sorry about that," I said, thinking that she would be offended by the fact that I'd gotten aroused. But I could only guess by the look on her face that she wasn't offended at all. She stood silent and her chest was heaving slightly, but noticeably. We looked at each other for a few seconds before she broke the silence and said, "Well, I better get back to work." "Uh, I need to take care of this," I said, pointing to the bucket. With that, I took it to the floor drain, emptied it and washed it out in the utility tub. Beth was getting some supplies together as I started to leave. I felt a little awkward at what had just happened, but was still extremely turned on. In the past 10 minutes, I'd witnessed her getting dressed, peed while she watched, and she'd continued to watch as I developed a significant boner...to her apparent delight. She definitely seemed turned on, but wasn't making any moves to pursue the situation. All I could think of was to say, "Thanks," as I opened the door and walked out to the garage. As the door closed, she said, "Good night." I was out of town for most of the next couple of weeks, so I didn't see Beth, even though I thought about that evening almost continuously. When I returned to the office, I actually couldn't wait to leave for the evening in the hope that I'd see her. Trying to catch up after being out, I worked a little late that first night back and at about 6:30, I looked up to see Beth entering my office. "Hi," she said, with a big smile on her face. "Welcome back." I was more than a little flattered that she'd noticed I'd been out. As she picked up my trash can, I said, "Did you miss me?" "Well, things haven't been as interesting since you've been gone," she replied, giving me a knowing glance. "Sorry about that," I whispered, realizing that I was apologizing to her again for what had happened in the cleaning room a few weeks before. As she walked out into the hall to empty the trash, I wondered if she had told anyone. "I wasn't offended," she said, as she returned and set my trash can down. She turned to leave my office, then stopped and looked back at me. "In fact, Steve, anytime you have the need..." were her parting words as she went about her business. Well, I knew right away that I'd get no more work done that night. So I shut everything down, collected my things and called it a day. Even though I hoped to see her, Beth wasn't around as I went to my car. But the next day, I decided to leave promptly at 6:00, with the hope that I might be in the garage when she was changing for work. I went down to the garage and did everything I could think of to stall, hoping she'd show up. After about 15 minutes, I was out of things to do to my car and was about to climb in to drive away when Beth came in and walked directly into the cleaning room. I stood behind my car and listened, and within a couple of minutes, she came out, still dressed in her street clothes. She went out into the hallway but returned after a few minutes and entered the supply room again. I couldn't wait and quickly walked to the doorway and peered inside. There she was, her back to me, dressed in only her panties and bra as she was putting her blouse on a hanger. I walked in and purposely cleared my throat, as if to apologize for the intrusion. But I think she knew better. As she turned, I said, "Oops, sorry," as I diverted my glance away from her. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that she was making no attempt to cover herself. "Close the door, please," she commanded. "I didn't realize this was Grand Central Station." "Gee, I didn't think anyone was in here. I've been cleaning out my car and thought I could quickly go to the bathroom before I left," I lied. "That walk back to the bathrooms is a long way, and this is so convenient." I turned and pulled the door closed, and as it clicked, I realized we were locked in. Beth walked toward me, and said, "Listen, if you need to go, you know the routine." But she made no attempt to cover herself or hide the fact that she was in her underwear. I couldn't help but stare at her body, noticing that her breasts were large and quite firm, and spilling over the top of her lacy bra. Her tummy was by no means flat, but it was taught and she appeared to be in great shape. "Wouldn't you like to get dressed?" I asked. "Steve, I've seen you, so I have no problem with this," she said, as she pointed to her body. "Besides, I have to go myself." My cock was growing quickly and I realized that my excuse of needing to go to the bathroom was becoming an idle promise. "I was just getting ready to close the door when you intruded," she continued. With that she took my arm and pulled me toward the back of the room. "Uh, Beth...I do have to go...really bad. But there's no way I can right now." "Well, then, you can help me," she said. We were now in front of the storage shelves, and she took the bucket off and handed it to me. My mind was racing as I stared into her ample cleavage. She looked up into my face and realized I was beyond making my own decisions in this situation. My cock was so hard, I couldn't possibly pee. And the view she was providing was driving me further away from being able to. Besides, I'd only said I had to go as an excuse to pop in on her. If necessary, I could have waited quite a while. "Look, Steve. I don't know what your intention is by coming in here. I suspect you've wanted to catch me changing into my work clothes for a long time. You're not the first guy who has ogled me at work, but you seem like a nice guy. Plus, what happened a few weeks ago was kinda fun. And since we seem to have a little secret, I don't feel shy about this." With that, she pulled her panties down to just above her knees. The sight of her trimmed pussy was enough to make me inhale sharply. Her abdomen swelled slightly from the middle of her ribcage and it blended well into her slightly wide hips. But her larger size was hardly noticeable given her beautiful shape. She was heavier than average, but she was proportioned so nicely that I couldn't take my eyes off her body. And, even more appealing, was the way her pubic mound puffed in the center, topped by a nicely trimmed bush, which just revealed the tops of her pussy lips. "Uh, hello??!" she said, trying to break through the trance I was in as I soaked up her sensual body. "Do you mind helping me here?" she asked, which shook me out of my stupor, and I realized she needed to pee, and now. "Sorry," was all I could manage to say. "Looks like you're going first," I said, as she took my hand and the bucket I held until it was positioned at about the height of my thighs. I watched her in anticipation, my cock got even harder, now on the verge of being painful. I said, "Wait a second," and set the bucket on the floor. I walked over to the desk, retrieved a footstool and returned to Beth. "This will give me a much better view," I reported, "so I can be sure of giving you a good target." She smiled and seemed pleased at my effort. I sat down on the stool, picked up the bucket and asked, "Are you going to squat? I've never seen a woman pee standing up." "Just hold the bucket in that position," was all she said. So I held the bucket about a foot below her pussy as she bent back slightly and pushed her mound forward. Within seconds, an urgent stream of pee was hitting the bottom of the bucket and I could feel the vibrations in my hands as I moved the bucket around to help her hit the target. Her pussy looked so inviting as the pee continued to flow, and the odor of her effort filled the back of the room. My hand that held the edge of the bucket was being sprayed with little droplets of her pee. The bottom of the bucket felt hot as it filled and I was enthralled at the hissing sound as the pee sprayed out of her. Beth's head rolled back, her eyes closed, and as I watched her, the action of her breathing caused her magnificent breasts to heave up and down. Had I not been intent on holding the bucket for her, I would most assuredly have made an effort to unsnap her bra. After what seemed to be a long time, her stream finally faded, and I held the bucket closer to her thighs so that I could catch every drop. As I did so, my fingers rubbed at her skin, and she shuddered as my fingernails excited her, stopping her stream until she could relax again. Just as quickly, she regained control and expelled a last short burst of pee. She stood, reached over to the shelves and grabbed a cleaning towel, and dabbed it between her legs. She looked at me as she pulled her panties up and then slowly walked over to the desk, where her clothes were. "That felt so-o-o-o-o-o-o good," she cooed. I sat on the stool, my cock straining in my pants. But I knew I couldn't match her performance. I stood, walked over to the floor drain and slowly poured Beth's pee into the hole. She sat down on the desk chair and began running her fingers through her hair. "Do you still have to go, Steve?" "Yeah, I do. But I definitely can't." "How bad do you need to go?" "Well, I'm not in pain, but I could stand a little relief...if you know what I mean." "You can't go for me?" She asked. "Not for quite a while," I replied. And I meant it. I was so turned on watching Beth pee that I was damned happy that I didn't have to go really bad. Beth looked away for a while, then said, "Tell you what. Why don't you go down to the bathroom, relieve yourself, then come back and see me." She opened the drawer and pulled out a key. "You can get back in with this." Had To Go "Won't someone come in?" I didn't want anyone to ruin this opportunity. "No problem, I'm the only one on duty until 8 o'clock." With that, I promised to be right back and quickly left for the men's room. As I walked down the hall, I wondered how long it would take my boner to go down to the point where I could go. I went into the bathroom and entered the last stall, quickly pulling my pants and shorts down. The spot on the front of my shorts was big, wet and warm! I sat down pushed my cock down under the rim and tried desperately to think of anything but Beth. After a few minutes, which seemed like a long time, my pee finally started to trickle out. Before long I was shooting a hard stream against the inside of the toilet. I peed as fast as I could, got up and got my clothes back in place. I flushed and quickly left for the trek back down the hall. Entering the garage again, I went into the far corner and slid the key Beth had given me into the lock. The door popped open with little effort. Walking in, I had no idea what to expect. But there, sitting on the edge of the desk, was Beth. She was no longer in her underwear, but had donned a bulky sweater that went all the way down to the middle of her thighs. "Thanks for the key...I had to go worse than I thought," I reported. The door closed behind me. She smiled and said, "No...thank you for holding the bucket for me. I hope none splashed on you." "A little did actually, but I didn't mind," I told her honestly. "That was quite a performance...I've never seen a woman pee standing up before." "When I was going, you know, I was standing there imagining that if you were naked, I'd have probably accidentally-on-purpose peed on you." Our eyes met for a few seconds, then Beth continued, "I was really turned on." I thought about her suggestion for a few seconds and was starting to get really hard again. "To be honest, I wouldn't have minded either." The thought of Beth peeing on me seemed exciting. Actually, the thought of being naked in that situation, holding the bucket she was peeing in, was even more exciting. Beth stood and motioned for me to come over to her. I was still standing by the closed door. "Steve, I've never done anything like that before, and I can't believe I'm saying this to you." She actually looked a little embarrassed, not the same woman that had stood and watched me pee a few weeks earlier. Then she smiled at me and said, "But I can't wait to do that for you again!" I laughed, and my transition from soft to hard-as-a-rock was now complete. I walked over and stood in front of her, still not sure what was going to happen. I shifted uneasily in order to reposition myself in my pants, and as I did so, Beth's hands were on my belt and began to unfasten it. "You look like you need a little relief in there." I wasn't totally surprised, but I asked, "I didn't think you were ready to go any farther when I saw that you'd dressed while I was gone." Beth had pulled my belt apart, unfastened the clasp on my pants and was slowly sliding my zipper down. As she did, the back of her hand rubbed gently over the bulge in my pants. I tingled at her touch. Once my pants were open at the top, Beth stood up and said, "Who said I got dressed while you were gone?" I looked at her sweater and the way her breasts were practically pushing through the material, but before I could speak, she continued, "This was just to keep me warm till you got back." With that, she grabbed the hem of the sweater and began to pull it up over her hips. By the time her hands got to her stomach, and all the material had cleared away, I discovered that she had not put her panties back on. "Mind if I get comfortable?" She asked, as she continued to slide the sweater up and with one quick jerk had it pulled all the way over her head. Suddenly my eyes were treated to two of the finest breasts I had ever seen. She was magnificent! "Maybe I should, too" I said, and quickly pulled off my shirt as Beth bent forward and stuck her fingers into the waistband of my shorts. With one smooth effort, she pulled my pants and shorts down at the same time. As she bent down, my cock almost popped against the side of her face as it sprang from my shorts. I sat down on the desk and kicked my shoes off. By the time I had pulled my pants completely off, Beth was standing in front of me with her hands on my shoulders. I pulled her to me and for the first time, our bare bodies touched. "Mmmm, does this ever feel great," I whispered in her ear. "I want you so bad!" Then our lips met and our tongues were immediately entwined, exploring each other's mouth. My hands slid down her back and over her firm, round rear. Pulling her to me, I could feel the texture of her pubic hair against the tip of my cock. I kneaded her buttocks as she reached between us and took hold of me. My precum was oozing out by the spoonful and she easily slid her hand up and down my shaft, wetting my entire cock with my natural lubricant. We broke our kiss, and I leaned back to admire her heaving chest. I cupped a breast in each hand and began to massage them. Her nipples were erect and got even stiffer as I slowly and gently pulled on them with my fingertips. I was mesmerized by her perfectly shaped breasts, and as I lifted them, she placed her hands on mine and helped me to squeeze her. As I massaged her, we both became more excited by the minute. Beth had straddled my leg and was slowly rubbing her pussy against my thigh, which was now slick with her moisture. To add to my excitement, she was feverishly rubbing my cock with the palm of her hand. We kissed on and off as we turned our attention to exploring each other with our hands. She really got hot when I moved my right hand down her side and over her mound until my middle finger slid easily into her waiting, wet pussy. It didn't take long for that to drive us both over the edge...we looked into each other's eyes and knew we were as ready as we were going to get. "Would you like to make love?" I asked, my voice creaking with passion. Beth nodded yes and laid her head on my shoulder. "This isn't the ideal place for our first time, but would you like to lean over the desk...and I'll stand behind you?" Without answering, Beth kissed me as her hands went to my cheeks. She pulled my face to her and her tongue slowly licked my lips. I copied her action and we French kissed for a short time as our hands continued to find new places to touch. We broke our kiss and exchanged places. Beth bent down over the edge of the desk, resting on her elbows, slowly stepping backwards until her back was horizontal and her rear was almost pointing upwards. I stepped closer, standing between her legs and reached around her waist, cupping her full breasts and sliding the insides of my fingers along her elongated nipples. My cock naturally fit between her buttocks and I slid it up and down, pressing against her and pulling her to me. I continued sliding against her rear and moved my hands down to her waist so I could pull her back against me. Beth began to sigh loudly and I was feeling the pressure build in my scrotum. After a few minutes, she lifted her head and looked back at me, her eyes just slits. We sensed it was time. Beth reached back between her legs and took my cock in her hand, pulling me even closer to her. As I moved my hands down her ribcage to the smooth skin where her legs meet her hips, I pulled her back against me as she guided me swiftly into her pussy. The heat I encountered there was incredible and her wetness allowed me to slide easily all the way into her in one slow, smooth stroke. My stomach was pressed against her buttocks, which felt slightly cold. I pushed as far into her as I could, then slowly pulled back until I could feel the tip of my cock against the outer folds of her pussy. We both moaned softly as she pushed back and I slid in again, all the way to the hilt this time, pressing against her buttocks as firmly as I could while I reached around and cupped her breasts. Now, using my fingers to play with her nipples, I started moving in and out of her, and she responded by pushing back as I slid in. We continued making love, and on each stroke, I tried to pull out as far as possible before slipping deeply back into her. Our breathing was now labored as we continued. I gently lifted her breasts and was amazed at their weight. As I moved my hands against them, my palms rubbed against her nipples, which now seemed as hard as pencil erasers. Beth reached back between her legs and cupped my balls in her hand. Her hands felt hot and she slowly started to run her fingernails along the underside of my sac, sending even more shivers up my spine. The excitement of the evening soon overcame us. She arched her back and began wiggling her hips to help me go as far into her as possible, and I felt a welling up in my balls. I slowed down as she started moving faster and faster, both of us quickly approaching our climax. I thrust into her once for every two times she rocked her hips, and I was basically riding her as if she were a wild animal, doing everything I could to hold on and keep in rhythm. Then Beth stopped suddenly and twisted about on my impaled cock until I could no longer hold back. I pushed in as far as I could and grabbed her hips, burying myself in her hot depths. She shuddered, too, as my eruption poured into her warmth, and quickly mixed with her pool of moisture. I slid slowly in and out of her, and with each thrust another spurt of cum filled her. My fingers found their way into Beth's pussy and I gently touched her erect clit as her orgasm rolled over her. We both were in the throes of ecstasy as we continued slowly to thrust against each other. Even though I had come, I was still hard as a rock, and realized I'd not been so sexually excited in a long time. With a soft moan, Beth pushed her torso forward, pulling off of my cock until the tip was between the folds of her outer lips, still gyrating against me. I pressed myself back in and continued to slide my cock in and out of her pussy until she collapsed on the desk and let out a slow sigh of contentment. We stayed in that position for a few minutes as I rubbed my finger tips up and down her spine, occasionally reaching down to squeeze her plush buttocks. With a little help, Beth stood up and turned to face me and our lips again met in a loving kiss, this time slow and deliberate. As our passion subsided, the coolness of the room was becoming apparent. I said, "Maybe we should get dressed...I'm getting goosebumps." "I already have goosebumps," she replied. We both got dressed. This time, Beth put on her tight shorts and sweatshirt. "You look sexy even in that outfit," I told her. "What are you doing after work?" "Nothing in particular. Why?" "I don't know, maybe you could come to my place and hold a bucket for me." Beth looked at me and smiled. She then put her arms around me an gave me a forceful kiss. As she turned to leave the cleaning room, she looked back at me and said, "Drink lots of water before I get there." Had to Leave The House Sometime Sweden had been in Texas for a few days when we finally emerged from our sex fueled coma. It was a good thing he was going to be here for 3 weeks because we barely left my bed for the first 5 days. We'd order food sent to my house and then take turns trying to shock the drivers by answering the door in various stages of undress. The best one was when we both answered the door with a sheet wrapped around the both of us. From all outward appearances it just looked like he had his arms wrapped around my waist. The sheet was under my arms so I was free to give the driver his money and receive the food from him as well. What the driver didn't know was underneath that sheet, my Swede still had his fat cock deep in my pussy. We stood in the doorway talking to the driver with my Swede's cock slowly moving in and out of my tight, wet pussy. Every time the driver looked down/away Swede would shove his cock hard and deep inside my pussy until the driver looked back. Then I would take the food and watch the driver walk away as Sweden pounded me as hard as he could. It was this thought that brought a smile to my face on our first public outing. I decided to show him around town which included getting a new pair of shoes. I was wearing a knee length blue dress that swung freely around my hips. It didn't cling to my body at all so I wasn't sure if my Swede was aware of my lack of panties or not. He was wearing a T-shirt and soft cotton sweat pants. I had paid attention as we were dressing to leave and I knew that he had gone commando as well. I had tried on a few pair of sandals and had settled on a couple pairs. I stood up to put a pair back on the shelf when I felt his arms encircle me about my waist. He leaned down and gave my ear a quick lick and nibble before whispering in my ear. "Mmmmm, I thought I could keep my hands off you long enough to go out today but I just can't do it." I could feel his hand run up the back of my leg and along the crease of skin where my leg met my ass. He ran his fingers along this crease and then up the crack of my ass to the top of my cheek before lightly moaning his approval. "Mmmm, baby, no panties? Now there's nothing standing my putting my hands all over you again." As I felt his finger slide along my skin and begin to delve in between my pussy lips (which were quickly becoming shiny with my juices) I reached behind me to feel his ever lengthening bulge. I turned my head to him and said, "Whoever said I wanted you to keep you hands off me?" It was just then that an older couple walked around the wall of shoes. It wasn't incredibly obvious what we were doing. Or......at least it wasn't before my Swede's other hand moved up the front of my dress to pinch and twist my nipples. The other man smiled as he directed his wife's attention to something away from us. Two fingers of my Swede's hands worked their way into my increasingly wet snatch. I moved my hand inside his pants and gripped his thickening cock. His fingers made my quickly increasing desire for him cement itself in my mind. I wanted to see what he would do so I started to take a step away but didn't release my grip upon him. He moved with me, his fingers still working within my now quite slippery cunt. I smiled more and took a full step forward. We moved in this manner toward the end of the shelf before realizing there was a group of people that would not be as forgiving as the older man. He took his fingers out of my throbbing pussy as I released his hardened prick. He turned me around and put his glistening fingers before my lips. "Clean these up for me, babe?" I smiled and reached out with my tongue to draw his fingers into my mouth. I could hear his sharp inhale and made strong eye contact with him as he watched me lick my juices off his fingers. As I sucked his fingers into my mouth, I looked down and saw his cock twitch against the confines of his pants. He smiled as he removed his fingers from between my lips. "I have an idea." He took my hand and led me towards the public restrooms at the corner of the store. He looked around and then scooted me inside the bathroom before following quickly. I heard the lock click a moment before I felt his hands on my wrists. He moved me against the wall and placed my hands flat against the wall in front of me. He pulled on my hips so that I was now leaning quite far over towards the wall. He pulled my skirt up over my hips to expose my ass to the slightly chilled air of the bathroom. He ran his hand over my check before slap my ass hard. I turned to look behind me and saw him release his cock from his pants. As he stepped forward his pants fell down around his ankles. I closed my eyes and felt his cock-head running up and down my dripping slit. I circled around my swollen clit before resting at the opening of my pussy. When I didn't feel it move in I moved back against him. He matched my movement and eased himself back from me so that even though we had both moved his cock was still in the same location. I said over my shoulder, "Oh god, baby, you're teasing my pussy so bad..." Before I could finish my thought, my Swede drove his cock all the way down into my pussy till I felt his cock hit the back wall of my pussy. "OH!!!" I cried out. He slowly withdrew rock hard dick from me, leaving me feeling so very empty. I was about to say something to him when he did it again! He held onto my hips and slammed his dick hard I into my wet cunt. This time instead of pulling out he leaned over me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he spoke. "Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so tight. I have to stop for a minute so I don't cum already." He reached around to move his finger in tiny circles around my clit. He varied his strokes on it, sometimes clockwise then up and down and counter clockwise. My legs started trembling as I felt the pressure build up inside of me. It took every ounce of concentration I could spare not to scream out in ecstasy. I pressed my forehead against the cool wall of the bathroom. "Fuck, Tom, that fat cock of yours is filling me up so much. Your fingers, oh god, your fingers!" "Are you close?" "Yes, so close. God, Tom, please fuck me." His hand left my clit and along with his other hand grabbed tightly onto my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. He began fucking me so hard and fast that I exploded almost instantly. I bit my hand to keep from crying out. My hips spoke volumes though as they bucked wildly back against him. I was hit with wave up on wave of pleasure that I didn't want to end. "That's right, babe. I want you to cum all over my cock." "Yes, oh god, yes. I'm cumming so hard Tom!!!" I heard him growl behind me as he fucked me even harder, his thick, hard cock slamming again and again into my soaking wet hole. His balls slapping furiously against my hot pussy sound so hot. He reached up and grabbed my tits through my dress, squeezing them tightly. "Babe, I'm gonna cum." "Yes, fill my pussy up. Fucking shoot your load all in me." He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my waist pounding my pussy. His breath was hot against my skin as he spasmed within me, his arms holding me tight against his chest. We breathed together for a moment before he withdrew his still semi hard cock from my well fucked cunt. Slowly my muscles calmed down and allowed me to stand up straight. I cleaned myself up as he was putting his dick away. I straightened up my dress and smoothed my hair before he went and unlocked the door. I pulled a small bottle of perfume from my purse and gave a quick spray to my neck and wrists before I walked out the door. My Swede was close behind me. We went back and picked up the shoes I had selected before heading to the checkout counter. The older couple was still in the store and the husband smiled at us again as we passed them. I paid for my shoes and walked towards the door with my Swede's arm around my shoulder. "So, what now, babe?" He asked me. "I don't know, but I'm sure you'll think of something." He smiled as we got back into my car. We started to drive away. I looked around to see if it was safe to pull out into traffic and when my head turned back, his hand was moving up my thigh and under my dress again. I wasn't sure where we were headed, but I knew that the journey there was going to be fucking awesome. Had To Tell Somebody! Holy shit, dude! I had a threesome in the back of my car last night! I've got to tell you ALL the details. They may not all be in the right order. Here's how it went down: Beth and two of her friends (Cassie and Nancy) went to a wine show downtown and got VERY drunk. They ended up getting kicked out of a restaurant because Cassie couldn't stand up. I texted Beth and told her that if she needed, I could go pick them up. They were planning on waiting until Beth was sober enough to drive, but figured Cassie couldn't make it. Meanwhile, unknown to me, Nancy (the hot 30-something year old) was telling Beth that a couple things on her bucket list were to make a woman come, and have sex in a car. Beth texted me and said, "Nancy and I may make out in the back seat." I figured it would just be the average tit-grabbing and kissing that drunk chicks do -- so did Beth. So Cassie climbs into the front seat with me, while Beth and Nancy climb into the back. Beth says, "As soon as we get on the highway, I'm straddling Nancy. It's not cheating if it's with another woman, right Honey?" Fucking right! So we get on the highway, Beth pulls off her sweater (black push-up bra), and clambers aboard Nancy. Then I hear Beth say, "Oh my god! She just took off her dress!" I adjusted my rear-view mirror. They start making out, Nancy tells Beth to lie down, then says, "These things are in my way." I'm trying to drive, and not be rude to Drunk Cassie, who insists on carrying on a conversation with me, but suddenly I see both of Beth's feet in the air, with underwear, pantyhose, and a shoe still on one foot. Then Nancy's head starts moving between Beth's legs. That's all I can see, but I figure at worst, this will give me jack-off material for weeks, and maybe even some good dirty talk for sex. Didn't think it would go further. Beth keeps shouting, "Oh my god!" I say to Cassie, "I'm taking you home first." She gives me directions to her house, but when she opens the door the interior light comes on, and Beth and Nancy sit up and cover themselves. At that point, I assume the show was over. Cassie got out, and I said, "I'll just keep driving around until you two are done." Smart guy. After a couple minutes, Beth says, "Would you like to pull over and watch?" I find a secluded parking lot and pull over. Nancy is still eating Beth. Beth tells me to get out and come in her side of the back seat. She lies across my legs and has me play with her nipples while Nancy makes her come (lots of moaning). Nancy pulls up her glistening face and says, "Holy shit, you're a gusher!" Beth has never gushed before. Once again, I figure this is as good as it gets and it's over. Wrong. Beth says, "I need some cock in me", pulls down my pants, and straddles me. Since I figure there is no better time to push my luck, I start fingering Nancy. Beth asks me if I'm having fun, so I say, "My cock is in you, and my fingers are in Nancy: I'm having fun." So then Beth (best wife ever!) says, "Nancy, you need some of this". She gets off of me (while assuring Nancy that I've had a vasectomy), leans the front seats forward to give us more room, and plays with my balls while Nancy rides me. Sweet! Then I go down on Nancy while she sucks Beth's tits. I should mention that Nancy has had laser treatment on her snatch so she is totally bald -- no stubble or anything. I'm licking her clit and have a finger in her, but can't see what they're doing, so I switch to rubbing her clit with my thumb, while fingering her again. Beth looks down and says, "Is there anything else you would like Paul to do?" (best wife EVER!). Nancy says, "What he's doing is good!" Beth says it's not good enough and tells me to use two fingers instead. After a while, Nancy says, "I want to watch you two fuck" (best friend ever!). So I fuck Beth from behind, while she sucks Nancy's tits. That's a tough angle in our little car, so I pull out and stick my thumb in Beth, with my fingers on her clit, and just grabbing whatever tits I can get a handle on. As I'm doing this, Beth gushes AGAIN -- like soaks my whole hand, and splashes on the car seat. Beth asks me, "Is there anything else you would like to do?" Since it's obvious that nothing is pushing my luck anymore, I say, "It would be a shame if Nancy didn't blow me." So I rub and spank Nancy's ass, and play with Beth's tits while Nancy blows me. It wasn't the best blow job ever (Beth gives those), but it was VERY enthusiastic. And really, as long as there's no biting, there's no such thing as a BAD blow job. We confessed to Nancy that while she was TOTALLY welcome to continue, she probably wouldn't be able to make me come because the medication I'm on makes that difficult. (And that's a good thing, or I would have blown my wad two minutes into this whole thing!). Nancy confessed that her orgasms are also "somewhat elusive". Eventually, our kids phoned us asking when we were coming home (God damn it!). So we all found our clothes, and I got in the front seat to drive. I said, "Just in case this never happens again..." and gave Nancy's tits another grope. Gotta seize the day! As we were driving Nancy to her house, I said, "I'm not sure what the protocol is in these situations, so I'll just say that was fucking fabulous". She said, "Well thanks guys for helping me cross three things off my bucket list." Of course, I asked if she had MORE threesomes on her bucket list, and she just laughed. So this may have just been a one-time event, but if that's the way it has to be, I can live with that. As Nancy was getting out of the car, she gave us a great big smile and said, "I love you guys." We went home and put the boys to bed, then Beth asked, "Would you be offended if I got myself off with one of my vibrators?" Stupid, stupid question. So she did that while I sucked her tits. After she was done, I fucked her until I came too. It was a couple hours until I fell asleep, and I had to beat off two more times. I woke up at 4AM for another one. This morning, Beth confessed that she woke up a few times and beat off as well. When we were fucking, Beth said, "If she asks us, we're totally doing that again, but if she just asks me, would that be okay?" I said, "As long as you tell me all about it afterward." Then she said the golden words, "The same applies to you." Best wife EVER! When I was driving Beth to work this morning, I told her, "It wasn't just my cock talking last night: you can fuck Nancy any time you like." She said, "Well then I may not like it, but you can as well. Just don't bug her about it." So basically we're waiting for Nancy to make the first move. It will probably never happen again, but god damn! Since Beth turned 40, she has been on fire -- and she was always good. We have a full suite of vibrators, ties and blindfolds, porn, a butt plug, and I'm in negotiations for nipple clamps. LIVING THE DREAM!