32 comments/ 45668 views/ 9 favorites Front Seat By: Tamerlane67 Mindy had a plan and it definitely involved Jon. Jon was a good friend of her husband's. They had been in grad school together in Texas, working on master degrees in forestry, both finishing a little over a year ago. For a little over a month, Jon was back in Colorado, living and working in Vail, in a job that her husband had arranged for him a couple of months before. Mindy had really pressured her husband to help Jon find something since he had been out of work since he finished working on a contract with her husband the previous fall. She knew that Jon really needed work in his field, something that would get his career going. Her husband had called around to friends and found Jon the job working for the forest service. It was an entry level, temporary position, but it was in forestry and it was an opening to build a career. Mindy knew that her husband was good at helping other people. He had gone out of his way to help many friends and acquaintances in years past. He just had a knack for figuring out how to put someone looking for work with someone looking for a worker. Over the winter when they talked, Jon had told her that he had send out hundreds of applications, all dead ends. Mindy wasn't being altruistic when she asked her husband to use his contacts to help Jon. Mindy wanted Jon back in Colorado for her own reasons. Her husband was the altruistic one in the marriage. He made a few calls and connected Jon with a forest service friend who happened to have enough work and budget to hire. The fact that Jon was an out of work, professional forester cemented the arrangement. As always, the most her husband expected was a quick thanks. Mindy was the one with the plans for Jon. Jon had stopped on his way through to Vail, thanked them for all their help, spending a quick night with them. The visit was so quick that Mindy never found a chance to be alone with Jon. She didn't think that he avoided her efforts, just that there was on time. She didn't think that Jon suspected anything, just that all her efforts to get Jon alone didn't work out that visit. That next week she called and invited Jon to come visit them again, but he said he was still trying to settle into the new job. Same story the following week and the one after. Jon had been back in Colorado for three weeks, and not seen Mindy except for that short first visit. That was not what Mindy intended. She had gotten her way with lots of guys, and she intended to have her way with Jon. Mindy knew that she only needed to get Jon alone for a little while and he'd be ready, willing and eager to do what she wanted. The fourth week, she pressured her husband to invite Jon. In fact, she all but insisted that he should insist that Jon visit for the weekend, so that they could hear about the new job. Jon was there on Friday night, late enough to preclude anything Mindy intended. He had stopped for a quick burger on the drive from Vail, after all, it was almost 3 hours, with Friday weekend traffic on the Interstates and through Denver. Her two little girls were delighted to see Jon, and then the three adults had all talked into the night, catching up on things. She sat at the table watching the man she was married to talking to his friend, the guy she had plans for during the weekend. Mindy didn't overly think it, but it did make her feel good to have the two men she wanted in her life sitting with her, sharing stories about their shared experiences and interests. They had all gone on a hike on Saturday, the two girls skipping along the trail as the adults hiked along. Having the girls meant that they didn't hike too far, although they spent a lot of time looking at squirrels, chipmunks and bugs. Her husband had packed a picnic, sandwiches with the homemade bread he had baked Friday after getting home from work. The hike and the numerous excursions the girls insisted on made for an all day hike. By time they got home, it was time to get dinner started. Her husband grilled teriyaki chicken and steamed mixed white and brown rice. Mindy made a salad. Jon wanted to go out for more beer, but she told him they had plenty. That too was part of her plan. She also made certain that dinner lasted until after the sun went down. Another part of her plan meant that she wanted it late enough to put the girls to bed before she and Jon ran an errand. Jon told them over dinner that he was hopeful that he could continue to work in the Vail area. He said it looked like he would be working as a lift operator at the ski area during the winter, and maybe work part time with the forest service so he could continue to qualify for housing on the compound. Mindy smiled, thinking how well it had all worked out, getting Jon back to Colorado and having him around for a while. After their long day, the girls didn't argue when told it was bedtime. As soon as they were in bed, Mindy said that she felt like a glass of wine, knowing that they were out of the white wine she liked. Her husband offered to go, but Jon insisted since they had made dinner. Pretending that she was not sure exactly what she wanted, Mindy said that she had better along with Jon to make certain. After all, she might change her mind once she was at the store. Mindy did not intend to change her mind. She knew exactly what she intended to get, both at the liquor store and afterwards. Mindy and Jon left while her husband read the girls a bedtime story and cleaned up. She knew that he would be busy for the time she needed. It was going to be risky, but Mindy had been planning this for weeks, maybe months and nothing was going to prevent it any longer. Mindy drove so that they could get to the store quicker. Being in the driver's seat would not upset her plans any, and in fact likely made it easier. She took the shortcut she knew to the store, walked right to the shelf and picked up two bottles of her wine. Jon was still looking at some other wines, when she told him she was ready to go. That part of the trip had taken less than ten minutes. Plenty of time left for their excursion home. As they drove the few miles back to her place, she told Jon that she wanted to stop by the trail along the river. Jon didn't seem too surprised, despite the impending dark of the night. The two of them had jogged that trail many times the previous summer and fall when Jon was working on the forestry contract. Mindy didn't know what he was thinking, just that he gave no indication that he knew what she was thinking. Mindy pulled into the parking lot at the trailhead. Jon turned and looked at her as she drove to the darkest corner. Mindy stopped the car and turned off the lights and engine. "I wanted to have a few minutes alone with you." "Okay, what's on your mind?" In answer, Mindy turned toward Jon, putting one hand on his face, then kissed him. He jumped a little as their lips touched. Mindy reached her other hand around his neck, pulling him closer, their lips still together. Jon wasn't resisting her kisses, time for the next step she thought. Mindy's hand slowly went from Jon's face, gently moving down his arm. Jon kept kissing her "I had better make my move, we don't have a lot of time," Mindy thought to herself. Mindy put her free hand on Jon's thigh as she leaned closer into him with her kiss. She slipped a tongue into his mouth. Jon responded with his own tongue. Mindy shifted her hand the few inches to Jon's zipper, pulling it half way down with one sure move. Jon did jump then, but not so far that it slowed Mindy getting his fly open enough to get her hand inside his pants. As her fingers touched his penis, Jon jumped again. "Uhh! I'm not sure we should ..." Before he could finish, she had her hand wrapped around his cock and had fished it out of his underwear. Mindy quickly lowered her head, getting the head of his cock into her mouth. As she started sucking him, she could feel Jon's cock rapidly expanding in her mouth. She could also feel his resistance to what she was doing evaporate even quicker. In another second, Mindy's head was bobbing up and down on Jon's hard, fully erect shaft. She knew, because he had told her in several of their frequent phone conversations during the winter, that he had not had sex in months and months. She guessed that with his long abstinence and her extensive skills at sucking cock, he would come quickly. That was okay with her, she didn't have the time to turn this into a long, strenuous tryst. Mindy knew that they only had time for a quickie. Her guess was that would set Jon up for the rest of her plan. Jon started moaning. Mindy had her fingers wrapped around his cock as her head moved up and down on it. She could feel him start to tense. His cock was throbbing. Jon moaned loudly once more. Suddenly the first jet of semen shot into her mouth. The second spurt followed quickly. She tried to gulp down his come, but Jon was ejaculating so fast and so much that all she could do was hold her mouth firmly over his cock, stroke up and down with her fingers and hope that not too much semen leaked out as she sucked him. Mindy knew from experience that it only took seconds to drain the come out of a guy. She swallowed what she could, still trying to keep her mouth firmly and tightly around his cock. She didn't want an errant drop of come in her hair or on her blouse. As Jon stopped coming, she was able to swallow the rest of his load. Mindy could feel come covering her fingers, spunk that had trickled out of her mouth. She took her mouth off and licked his cock clean with her tongue, just like licking an ice cream cone, except for warm and salty. As she sat up, Jon slumped against the passenger's side door, spent, his nearly limp cock draped across his pants. "Now, I hope that surprise makes you feel better!" "Oh yeah! Lots better! That was totally intense! Damn that was super, super great!" "Good! You need to know that this needs to be our secret, understand? No telling what he would do if he found out, but it would hurt him deeply." "Okay, I understand..." "Don't do or say anything stupid. Ever! " "I understand. Can I say thank you?" Jon mumbled, "I really didn't expect that." "You're welcome. I enjoyed it too. There are some tissues in the glove box. Grab me a couple please." Jon fumbled getting the glove box open for a second or so, then handed her the tissues. "You came a lot!" "I did? Well, yeah, I guess I did. I needed it." "I got most of it in my mouth, only some on my hand that I couldn't swallow quick enough." Mindy cleaned off her hand, then leaned over to Jon and kissed him on the mouth. "Better get that back in your pants. Here's some tissues if you need to clean it off." Jon wiped his limb cock with a tissue. "It feels pretty clean." "Well, I tried my best." Jon laughed. "Yeah, you really did. I never had a girl lick it afterwards. Most girls I have known have only wanted to spit afterwards! That was super! Super! Totally super! And hot! " "I'm not most girls. I like to swallow, it tastes good. Usually I don't mind getting it on me. I just need to make sure that I cleaned it all off before we go home. Maybe sometime you can do it on my neck, like in that country song you like so much!" Mindy chuckled at her joke. Jon laughed. He had forgotten that he had told her about what pearl necklace meant. "Maybe, Wow! Are you sure? I mean, like you'd do this again? Wow! I'll have to visit more often!" "Hold on, I said maybe. Don't get yourself going again. We don't have time." "Okay," Jon said. Then he leaned toward her and kissed her again. "Thanks! That was incredible!" "Good! I wanted it to be special! Remember not to do anything suspicious!" They drove the few minutes back to her place. Mindy could see her husband sitting in the living room reading the paper, waiting for his wife and friend to get home. She looked at her watch. They had been gone about twenty minutes. A little longer than the usual trip, she thought, but only by a few minutes, no worries. Besides, she had experience covering her tracks. Knowing that they could not be seen from inside, she leaned over and gave Jon another kiss. "Loose lips sink ships. Nothing suspicious!" "Got it. No problem." "Remember, there could be a next time if you don't mess everything up by acting suspicious! No promises, but maybe means maybe. Got it? "Got it!" "Good! Don't blow it!" Mindy paused for a second. "I'll do the blowing around here!" They both laughed. Mindy opened the car door, grabbed the wine and walked into her home. Front Seat Feelings This deal with my boyfriend is we are a monogamous couple, i.e., we are not to have sex or get involved with anyone else when we are apart. But I had to go on a trip a few months back, and something did happen. I don't know why this happened, but it did. I met a cute guy who seemed really nice, and I didn't get at first that he was actually attracted to me. A lot of other men were hitting on me at that time, due to the circumstances of where we were and what we were doing, but I shrugged them all off. But all the attention started to get to me, I guess, because I started feeling kind of horny, sort of against my will. It's hard when men keep touching you, placing their arm around you, commenting on how nice you look. It seemed like sex was in the air down there, plus it was hot and we all dressed in relatively skimpy clothes much of the time. Anyway, this one guy seemed special and different and I didn't get what his interest in me was at first, so I guess I was vulnerable to his advances. Or maybe I'm just making excuses here. I can't get into too many details, because this is a true story. But, one night, he offered to show me around the local area, and afterward, we were sitting in the car outside the place where we were staying, smoking cigarettes, and I was complaining about all those other gross guys hitting on me. He said, "You should take it as a nice thing, you know, because it just shows how cute you are." I do know that I have a nice body. I am 5'6" and maybe 120 pounds, rather slender. My hair is dyed blond, I'm brown-eyed, my breasts are small (but tender!) and everything else is in good working order. I look younger than I am, which means men of all ages approach me, and I am in good shape. Enough description. When he said that I felt my stomach flutter, always a sure sign that I was open for something to happen. Then this guy really surprised me when he suddenly gave me a piece of jewelry he said he had made and I loved it. "Here, let me show you how it works," he said. As he did so, his hands brushed my breasts, covered only by a tiny tank top. I blushed, thanked him and gave him a hug. My nipples hardened and I felt a sudden rush of attraction for him. Now, I should explain this a bit. We had met a week before, and we were both involved in doing some local work I felt was important. He seemed sincere and decent enough, very smart and funny. We had been out for dinner and drinks at a local bar, as part of his showing me around, and while he didn't really directly flirt with me, I had definitely found him more and more interesting as the night went on. Now, before I really knew what I was doing, we were somehow locked in a passionate embrace. He was kissing me and I was kissing back. Kissing alone gets me going, almost instantly. Our tongues were inside each other's mouths and believe me it felt heavenly. Suddenly, his hand was under my tank top and he was caressing my breasts, cupping them and softly pinching my nipples. God, I love it when a man touches me that way. I momentarily forgot we were parked in a public place, with people all around, and what this must look like to anyone passing by. We were steaming up the windshield, his hands on my breasts, my tongue in his mouth, my ass wriggling excitedly off the seat. I'm sure I looked like such a slut. Somehow I didn't care. It all just felt so good I didn't want him to stop. I thought about my boyfriend but decided what he didn't know probably wouldn't hurt him. (I was wrong about that, but we'll get to that.) This is where I faced an awful choice. My would-be lover was really getting excited. Not only was he kissing me, quite violently now, and caressing my tits, he had my shirt up to my neck, for all to see, and he was unbuttoning my pants. I cannot tell you how much I wanted him to continue. My pussy was swelling up and it was already so wet! If I just stayed still, he would soon have the pants undone, and pull them and my panties down to my ankles. Soon, his hands would be all over my hungry pussy. Then, I knew, I would jump on top of him and fuck him right here in this car and it would feel lovely, wonderful, unforgettably explosive. But I stopped him. I made his hand stop unbuttoning my pants. We stopped kissing, he stopped caressing me. Everything stopped. I pulled my shirt back over my tits. We smoked another cigarette. I turned to him to explain why I stopped him, but he shushed my lips with a finger and gently started kissing me again. I can't say why but I kissed back. I just love to kiss, and after all, I reasoned, the damage had already been done in that regard. Sure enough, his hands got back under my shirt, only this time he somehow got my tanktop over my head and off me in one deft motion. People were still milling around this place, which is a very busy, public venue, and I was sure someone could see me naked from the waist up through the foggy windshield, but I just didn't care. I used to sunbathe topless at a local beach and to tell the truth, men's stares excite me enough that I can really get myself off afterward, just thinking about how their eyes look when they ogle me. Then this guy really made a good move. He started kissing my breasts. I love it for my tits to be kissed. I felt his several-day growth of whiskers rubbing against my soft skin and it really turned me on. I cradled his head and just moaned out loud, I felt so wickedly depraved. With his head between me and my middle, he moved quickly again. This time he had my pants undone and open, my bottom lifted and my pants and panties down in an instant. As I felt my bare bottom settle back down on the seat, I realized I was almost a goner. If his fingers or tongue got into my pussy there would be no turning back. Before he could proceed, I said, "No," and pushed him away. I quickly dressed and told him we really had to stop. I didn't want this, it felt great and he seemed really nice, but we just couldn't go on. I got out of the car and went inside, and tried to go to sleep, though it was tough with soaking panties and a heart that just kept skipping all night. Days later, when I got home, I started regretting this choice. After all, we only live once, and this was one of those special occasions that doesn't come along all that often. I had the guy's phone number and email so I contacted him both of those ways. He wanted to know what I thought about what had happened that night, so I wrote him a long description, somewhat like the above, without so many explicit details, but capturing how exciting it had been for me. Unfortunately, my boyfriend, who for some reason had been suspicious ever since I got home, (he claims he's psychic) discovered this on the computer, and went ballistic. I assured him nothing really had happened, after all we had not had sex, and I had stopped it before that happened, but I admitted that I had made out and been felt up. I didn't admit how turned on I had gotten. He was so mad he pulled down my jeans then and there and put me across his lap and spanked me so hard I cried. He kept at it until my cheeks were red, then he turned me over and started a long night of repeated sex. He fucked me every way a woman can be fucked. I realized this whole thing had both hurt him yet had also turned him on. I love my boyfriend's penis, especially I love to suck it. It is thick and smooth and his cum is so sweet; I take it all the way back in my throat and he just adores when I do this. My favorite thing about him is the way he strokes me, he knows just how to touch the tip of my clit in a way that brings me to climaxes more intense than I have ever before experienced with a man. This night he talked about my experience with this other man and I really starting building to a super climax. When I was just about to explode with orgasms, I screamed "fuck me!" and he pumped his fingers into me; then he jumped on top of me and thrust that delightful cock of his deep inside me. He filled me up and as I bucked against him I came again and again. After this all-night fuck fest, I realized I was more in love with him than ever, so I immediately dropped off corresponding with the other guy, who turned out to be something of a jerk, after all. Instead I had some of the greatest sex of my life with my boyfriend. I'm not sure if there's a moral to this story. But I admit I have mixed feelings about the whole incident now, several months later. I know I made a mistake, but it seems to have rejuvenated my sex life in ways I never would have predicted. My boyfriend is very suspicious of me now, however, and I have to admit I am a bit wary myself about what I may do the next time I meet a guy who attracts me, as well. I have fantasies of turning into a whore. I have exhibitionistic fantasies. I wonder if something like what happened in the front seat of that car that night is going to happen to me again. Plus, I am going back to where this incident happened, this time for two whole months. My boyfriend is suspicious. I am too... Front Seat Fellatio I first realized I was bi-curious when I found that when I looked at porn I got just as aroused looking at a guy's cock as I did looking at a woman's naked body. I started to wonder what it would be like to touch and to suck another cock. I knew how much I loved it and the idea of giving another man that kind of pleasure turned me on. I started chatting online with bisexual men, asking a lot of questions. Late one night I was half talking to a guy until I found out he lived only about 2 miles from me. At that point the conversation got a lot more interesting. He asked me what I was interested in and what I wanted to try. He said he knew how I felt and he seemed like the patient type, a kind of guy that wouldn't get pushy. I eventually agreed to meet him in the parking lot of a nearby supermarket. It was lightly snowing as I pulled into the parking lot and saw his car under the street light. I pulled up next to him and got out of my car, trying to calm my nerves as I walked to the passenger side of his car. I opened the door and he invited me in, so I took a seat in his little 2 door sedan. I took a good look at him, because it was 3am I was not surprised that he had on a t-shirt and sweats. He looked just like he had said; early 30's, about 5'10", dark hair, average looking. "How do you feel?" He asked as I tried to get comfortable in the seat. "I'm pretty nervous." I replied as I realized I had a throbbing erection. "Do you still want to go through with it?" he asked. "I'm not ready to turn back yet" I said. He decided we should drive around to the back of the supermarket and I told him I thought it was a good idea. As we drove I took a good look at him and could not believe what was about to happen. "How do you want to start?" he asked as he parked the car. "I guess we can just start playing with our cocks", I stammered. I quickly pulled my own cock out of my shorts as I started at his crotch. He slid his hand in the waistband of his sweats and I held my breath as he pulled his cock out. This was the first time I had ever really looked at another man's cock before and it was beautiful. It was about 7" long, fairly thick, nicely trimmed, with a very large head. I stared in fascination as I watched him stroke himself, hardly able to touch my own erection for fear I might cum. "Do you like it so far?" he asked, noticing my staring. "Yeah" I managed to stutter, but regaining my composure I said, " I would love to hold it in my hand." He nodded and took his hand off his now semi-hard tool, I reached over into his lap and wrapped my hand around it, taking a firm grip. His penis felt so warm and soft in my hand and instinct took over. I started to slowly stroke him, feeling him get fully erect from the motion of my hand. He reached over to stroke me but I told him I would cum if he did. He decided to just sit back and relax. "Is it what you imagined?" he queried. "It's so much better." I said. "I think I'm ready for more." "More?" he asked. "I'm ready to suck it." I said. "I'm ready to give you head." He smiled and gave me the go ahead, so I leaned over into his lap. I took a deep breath as I got a close look at his cock, it looked so much bigger up close. I was ready to get started so I just opened my mouth and lowered my head onto his hard erection. I got a little nervous as I felt the head of his cock rub the side of my mouth, but instinctively I closed my mouth. His swollen cockhead felt so much larger in my mouth, I was not sure I would be able to get much more in. He started moaning and told me to suck it. I tried to concentrate on relaxing, calming myself down as I started lightly sucking on his cock like a lollipop. As I got used to the sensation of having another man's hard cock in my mouth I started to bob my head a little. I got to the point where I was bobbing my head up and down about 4 inches, but his cock kept hitting the back of my mouth before I had it all in. I decided that I really wanted to be able to take it all, so I was going to have to learn to deepthroat. I remembered reading on a website that you have to really relax your throat, let the cock reach the back of your mouth and keep pushing until you feel a pop and the cock slides into your throat. I was really turned on and knew I could do it, so I pushed that cock as far as I could into my mouth, kept pushing and gagged really bad. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and he asked if I was ok. "I'm ok" I said, "I just want to take your whole cock in my throat and deepthroat you." "Most women can't even do that" he said, "so if you don't get it, it's ok". "I'm not a woman and I am not going home until I've had your whole cock inside my mouth." He laughed a little and I leaned back over to his gorgeous dick. I was breathing more steadily now and feeling relaxed and determined. I slid his member in my mouth and took a few quick bobs on it to get back into the game. It was now or never I thought as I lowered my head on his shaft, feeling his cock fill my mouth. I felt the head touch the back of my mouth, closed my eyes and kept going. I felt a tingle as his cock pushed its way into my throat, but managed to hold back a gag. Before I knew it my face was right down to his balls and his whole cock was in my mouth. "Oh hell yeah" he moaned as I slid his cock back out again. I beamed with pride as I resumed pumping his cock with my mouth. I had done everything I came to do except one thing…I still had to make him cum. I could tell by his moaning that he was getting close, so I continued sucking his shaft into my mouth. I deepthroated him 2 or 3 more times, each time it got easier to do. I felt his hands on my head trying to pull my head up as he moaned that he was going to cum. I had come this far I was not going to stop now. I sucked hard and kept his now swollen cock in my mouth, making it clear to him what I wanted. He let go of my head and I felt his cock spasm. I held my breath and felt his cum hit the back of my mouth, filling it up. I used my tongue to tease his cock as the cum continued to drip from it. I swallowed hard when he was done, enjoying the fruit of my labor. I kept him in my mouth as he went limp, and then licked him clean. "Want me to return the favor?" He asked. "Nah" I said, "I got what I came for." He drove me back to my car and I smiled the whole way home, knowing this would be the first of many guys I would make cum.