2 comments/ 179810 views/ 15 favorites The Parking Garage By: Steplianna "See you guys tomorrow!" Katy said over her shoulder as she parted from her fellow cheerleaders at the mall. They were all still wearing their red and white cheerleading outfits, having come straight from practice to hangout (they also loved the looks they got from the male population at the mall). Katy had had to run an errand for her mom and so she had been a little late, and to save time, she had parked in the mall's parking garage instead of outside. None of the cool people ever parked in the garage. Her friends shouted good-byes as they parted ways for the night and the pack headed out the East doors while Katy headed out the North doors to the garage. As she passed the food court, Katy could feel the stares of the men and boys staring at her. It gave her pleasure to know that they could look and touch but only as much as she let them. She knew the effect that she had on men; her tight and toned 5'8 frame with a firm six pack that was there but didn't show the unsightly muscle definition lines (she just didn't like that), D cup breasts that were, if anything, more proud than she judging by how high they sat on her chest. Her blond hair was pulled up in a ponytail and her cat-like green eyes always shone with mischievous delight at everything she did—especially when it came to blue-balling the boys. It was her absolute favorite thing to do—make them understand time and again that they were just not worth of her jacking them off, or sucking or fucking them. She was saving her virginity for someone special (i.e. rich and madly in love with her). A small breeze ruffed her skirt as she stepped out into the parking garage and she dropped her bag as she searched for her keys. With a grunt of irritation, she crouched down and gathered her things back into her bag. She looked for her car and found it with ease as the garage was, as usual, pretty empty and she started toward it. As she got to her car and unlocked it, hands reached out and grabbed her, covering her mouth and securing her arms to her sides, and lifted her several inches off the ground. Katy flailed her arms about and screamed through the hand, but to no avail. "Shut up bitch. You do as you are told and you can go home a very well fucked, if unharmed girl. Ok?" His deep voice growled in her ear as he ground his hips into her ass to emphasize his point. "I'm going to take my hands off your mouth but if you scream I'm going to make you wish you were dead, got it?" Katy nodded tearfully. He released her and she stood still, her back to him. He stepped up behind her and put his hands on her hips, feeling her stiffen slightly but she remained silent. Slowly, he slid his hands up her tight tummy to the large swells of her breasts. He hefted them into his hands and began kneading them gently, surprising her with his gentleness. Softly, he chuckled, " a wet and willing bitch is much better than a dry fighting one, besides, I'm in no rush." He tweaked her nipples with his fingers, pinching and rolling them just as she liked it, not too hard and not too soft and Katy could feel herself begin to respond to the ministrations of her captor. His breath was gentle on her neck, a soft whispering with each exhale and, ever so very slowly, she began tilting her head to one side. He smiled to himself as he could see her begin to respond. He had a feeling that whether she knew it or not, she liked to be told what to do and made to do it. As he continued to roll her nipples, her breathing quickened slightly and her hands came up and covered his kneading her breasts with his hands, panting with pleasure at the sensations this evoked, she tipped her head back on his shoulder. He began to knead her tits more roughly as he nibbled on her neck before sinking his teeth into the skin at the base of her neck where it meets her shoulder as if to signify that she is now his to do as he pleases. Katy's knees turned to jelly and she sagged against him with a cry of pleasure as his teeth sank into her neck, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to cause a pleasure-pain that was out of this world. One hand wrapped around his neck to hang on while the other buried itself in his hair to keep him at her neck. Slowly, he turned her around and touched his lips to hers, his tongue demanding entrance, which she gladly gave, their tongues dueling madly, their breathing loud in their ears. Breaking the kiss (reluctantly) he put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down to her knees. Once there, her hands went immediately to his fly, unzipping his jeans and reaching in with her small hand to fish out the huge black snake that lay within. It was so thick that she couldn't get her hand around it—there were still a couple inches left to get around—and it must have been near a foot long. She had never seen a dick this big before. Its color fascinated her too. It was so dark colored with a deep purple head the size almost of an apple with veins popping out all down the shaft. A drop of clear liquid was forming at the slit in the head and before she could stop herself, she leaned forward and licked the drop with her tongue, amazed at how yummy it was, salty, sweet, and oh so masculine. She wanted more. It was quite a struggle, but he was patient seeing as she was trying to hard on her own to get the head into her mouth. Once there, she slowly took more and more of the shaft into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. Then, with gentle insistence on the back of her head, he pushed his huge cock down her throat, thrusting gently but deeply until she had it buried to the hilt in her throat. Then she began to bob her head up and down, eager for more cum as he wrapped his hands in her hair. After several minutes, she could feel his balls rise and she sucked faster and harder only to have him yank his dick out of her mouth and tell her to stand up. She obeyed with a cry of disappointment and confusion. "Show me your panties little one," he said coaxingly. Shyly, she raised her skirt up, showing him her white lacy panties. He could see that they were wet...very wet. "Take them off, " he said, "give them to me." She did. "Now climb up on the hood of your car on your hands and knees," he told her. She gave him a confused look but complied and he could see just how wet she really was, pussy juice was starting to drip onto the car and he could almost see steam rising off it, it was so hot. He put his hands on her legs and buried his face in her pussy, lapping up every drop of juice and swirling his tongue around her clit, nibbling on it gently. Katy's arms gave out as the pleasure racked her body and she buried her face in the hood of the car whimpering her pleasure. Her hips undulated against his face as he continued his oral assault on her pussy until she came, shooting fresh juice into his mouth. Standing upright, he gripped his massive dick in his hand and fitted it to her cunt. She got up on her hands again and arched her back trying to take him in. Slowly, he entered her cunt. Its molten walls almost painfully tight around his cock and he could hear her whimper of pain as he busted her cherry, by ramming home deep in her cunt. "FUCK ME...PLEASE!" She begged, feeling another orgasm just on the horizon. He pulled out until just the head remained and thrust back in hard, sending her moaning as she came. He began a slow but deep and hard (deliciously hard) rhythm that had Katy cumming with every few strokes until he could feel his cum boiling in his balls and began thrusting harder and faster. Katy cried out in rapture and humped back at him with every thrust, wanting more. She could feel a storm building within her bigger than any she'd felt so far. He grunted with the force of every thrust feeling his animal instincts take over and he could feel the tension in her body build as he continued to pummel her cunt with his dick. Her pussy began twitching and slowly her body did as well until she was screaming so loud that he thought she could be heard around the world. Her body was racked with violent convulsions as the massive waves crashed through her. She heard him let loose a loud shout of triumph as he shot his jizz deep in her pussy, but as she felt the shot after shot, her vision went black as she passed out. When he recovered, he made sure that she was still alive before pulling out her wallet and finding her driver's license. He copied down the address and put a phone number in her hand with a not saying to call him if she wanted to do it again and he walked away to his own car and drove off. To Be Continued (Maybe). Tell Me If You Liked It ~ S. The Parking Garage As I headed out to pick up my friend, I keep thinking to myself "I can't believe I'm going to do this." When I told my friend what my plans were after we left the bar she said pretty much the same thing, except after she expressed her disbelief she then said, "Go girl, you deserve to have some fun." The evening started at her place, she had to change since she'd been at work and she wanted to have a couple of drinks before heading out to the bar. The whole idea behind going to the bar was to try to find out exactly what my date looked like before I met him when he was done work at 3:00AM. I had been made to promise that I wouldn't look for him, but he didn't make me promise not to have someone else look for him. As soon as we entered the bar she asked me where in the bar Nick was suppose to be working. I answered her honestly, telling her I didn't know. Once we'd reached the rear of the bar my friend asked one of the bouncers if he knew where Nick was working. The bouncer didn't but told her he'd keep and eye out for him. Since after for him didn't work we decided to try to find him ourselves. It wasn't going to be easy; the description I had was pretty sketchy. We were looking of a 6'2" bouncer, with short light brown hair, blue eyes, and he weighed about 235 lbs. Not a lot to go on, but we could eliminate the short guys, the skinny guys, the guys with dark hair. I was just about to give up when my friend pointed to the bouncer working on the dance floor and told me that it had to be him. Shortly after we'd picked him out the bouncer we'd talked to earlier told my friend that Nick was working on the dance floor. What can I say, the girl has good instincts. As the night dragged on my friend and I danced, check out my date, socialized with a few other friends, met some new people. I was beginning to think the night wasn't ever going to end. I did my best to pay attention to the mindless drunken chatter, but it was difficult, my mind was elsewhere. I spent the entire evening thinking about how I was going to met this stranger on the roof of the parking garage to give him a blowjob and get my ass fucked. I couldn't wait. Shortly before closing time I played taxi to my friend, her sister and her roommates, someone had to make sure everyone got home safely. It was 2:30 when we left the bar. That would give me a half an hour to drop off my drunken cargo, get back to the parking garage and get changed so I would be waiting for Nick, as he wanted me. He was quite clear with his instructions. I was to park my car beside his car, and sit in the backseat of my car. I was to be wearing an outfit that allowed his easy access to my breasts, my pussy and my virgin ass. I had the perfect top it had a very low cut neckline; an empire waistline and the bottom fell just above my knees. I was also to have a dildo close by for him to use on me once the fun got started. Sitting in the backseat I quickly changed into my outfit for the night, as I finished changing I realized I'd made one mistake, I should have taken a piss before I'd left my friend's house. Knowing I couldn't possibly hold it until after the evening's entertainment was over I scanned the parking garage roof looking for a good place to go. I decided on the wall near the elevator shaft. Lifting my top above my knees I spread my feet apart and squatted. God it felt so good, the cool breeze on my pussy lips, the possibility that someone might come up and catch me. It was a little exciting. As I walk back to the car I check my watch, it's 3:05, he'll be here soon. Time crawls by and I'm starting to wonder if he'll show up. Of course, he doesn’t really have much of a choice since his car is parked beside mine. Just as I'm getting ready to give up and go home, he walks around the front of my car and opens the passenger door. As he slides himself into the backseat, my pulse starts to race and I realize just how wet my pussy has gotten while I waited for him. Nick apologizes for being late, "It took forever to get everyone out of the bar, Nobody wanted to leave. And did you know they shut the elevator off at night, I had to climb 10 flights of stairs to get to you." I smile at that comment and he says, "I guess this is what you're waiting for," as he unzips his pants and pulls out his hard cock. Getting on my knees in the backseat I position my head over his hard cock. I lean in and flick my tongue across the head of Nick's cock, licking the pre-cum off the tip. Then I licked my way down the underside of his cock before taking the head into my mouth to slowly suck his entire cock into my mouth and down my throat inch by inch. Nick reached under my top with one hand and began to play with my clit. A muffled moan escaped from my lips and he asked "Did you get a dildo like I asked you?" I nodded my head as best I could with my mouth full and pointed to the back window. He reached up and searched for the dildo. "Interesting" he said as he picked up and inspected the red 7" strawberry scented Jelly dildo. "Very interesting." As I started to suck him harder and bob my head over his crotch, he took the dildo and slid it into my wet pussy I moaned again. Encouraged Nick coated a finger in my juices and brought it to my tight asshole. I pressed my ass back onto his hand and moved my mouth up and down on his cock faster wanting him to put his finger in my ass. As he pressed his finger into my asshole all I could think of was how good it felt. I was now sucking him so hard my cheeks were aching, he placed his free hand on the back of my head and forced my face down into his crotch as he began to hump my face. He removed his finger from my ass and I moaned in protest. He returned his hand to my pussy and pumped the dildo in and out for a few minutes before driving it deep into me and lubing his fingers in my juices and returning his attention back to my ass. He first slid one finger in and quickly followed that with a second. He started to thrust his fingers in my ass as he fucked my face. As my orgasm started to build I sucked him as hard as I could, wanting to let him know I was enjoying what he was doing to me. Once again he pulled his fingers out of my ass and returned his attention to my pussy, but just long enough to cover them with my cum. He placed his fingers against my asshole and shoved three of them inside. Driven over the edge I came with such force that the dildo shot out of my pussy and onto the floor of the car. He left his fingers inside me while I continued to suck him off until he came, shooting his load down my throat. Making me swallow every drop. After I cleaned all of the cum off his cock I sat up and snuggled into him. "I think you killed it," he said with a smile. "Will you give me a rain check, so next time I can give your ass a real good fucking?" "Most definitely," I responded. Nick then pulled up his pants, got out of my car and drove off, leaving me alone to think about my most interesting night. The Parking Garage -- Joe's Vantage – Where the heck is that woman? Joe thought to himself as he sat in his car. Sandy wasn't really late but Joe had been thinking about this day for weeks and was anxious to ravish her. Why had they decided to meet on the second highest level of the parking garage? They probably thought it added an element of intrigue to their secret affair. The two of them had been meeting infrequently over the past year. It never seemed like their schedules had openings at the same time. The hazards of being successful professionals, he guessed. But when Sandy and Joe got together it was explosive. First of all they fit together well, both physically and emotionally, shared the same adventuresome spirit in bed, and both wanted to please the other more than they wanted pleased themselves. Joe really enjoyed oral and feeling Sandy move as he licked her was a turn on. And when she came she tended to lift her butt off the bed and that always made him want her almost immediately. He would kiss her feet as they made love and when she came, which was often, her faced turned crimson. During their meetings they had shared many hours and orgasms. So where the heck is she? he anxiously wondered. Finally her car pulled up next to his. There were only a few vehicles on this level and they were mostly at the other end. The plan was to meet here and then travel to a nearby motel for a few hours of hot sex. "I'm sorry I'm late," said Sandy as she emerged from her SUV. "Oh, you're not late at all," said Joe. "Mmmm, it is so good to see you again. Sandy melted into Joe's arms and they kissed passionately, Joe holding her tightly. My god, how he missed holding her like this. A car came up the ramp and turned to make its way toward the uppermost level. Joe looked furtively around, making sure that no one was around. That person will be taking the elevator so there wasn't much chance of being seen. He could barely see the car as it pulled into a spot on the upper section behind them. "Mmmm, that felt good," said Sandy, smiling. "Got any more where that came from?" "Oh, yeh, but you better be careful. Another kiss like that and I'm gonna want you right here." Sandy laughed and pulling Joe closer again said, "Well, I'm not sure I can wait." Sandy's kiss made Joe even more excited and when her hand brushed against the front of her pants she smiled. "Oh, what's this? Someone is glad to see me, huh?" Kissing her again, Joe's hand began wandering as well, cupping her ass as they kissed. Sandy kissed back in earnest as Joe's kisses made their way down her neck. Oh these two knew each other well, what got the other going. It was a perfect match sexually. Dropping down on one knee, Joe began unfastening Sandy's jeans. He had to get a quick taste of her and he had to have it now. Soon he had her jeans down to her knees and his face was buried between her legs. To make it easier for him, Sandy bowed her legs a little and leaned back to enjoy the feeling of his tongue darting inside her. Being in a semi-public place only added excitement to her already aroused state. Joe knew exactly what Sandy liked. He had licked her many times before. Tugging on her pussy lips with his teeth, he let his forefinger slide into her, and was pleased to feel how wet she was. He began sucking on her clit and was delighted to hear those familiar little moans of hers. He was sure she was biting her lip trying not to cry out loudly. Then he gave her clit a little bite, knowing that was what she really liked and when he did so, she came in a gasp. He felt a gush of wetness on his face and chin and eagerly lapped it all up. Thoroughly aroused, Joe got up and bent Sandy over the hood of her vehicle and quickly unbuckled his own pants, tugging them down to the top of his thighs. Knowing that Sandy liked it from behind and excited by the prospect of doing it in a public place, he grabbed her hips and thrust inside her. Oh, it felt so good. It had been so long. Furiously, he pumped in and out of her. At one point he thought he caught glimpse of someone moving around on the upper level, but he was so excited he didn't care if an army of people were around. Moaning loudly, Sandy came just an instant before Joe erupted inside her. Collapsing against her, he kissed her neck. After lingering there for a moment, the two of them hurriedly got their pants back up, looking around as they did so. Hopping into the car, they drove off to continue their sexy afternoon together. -- Sandy's Vantage – It had been so long since Sandy had seen Joe. Chatting on-line and the occasional phone call was the only contact they had had for a few months. But both knew that the desire was as hot as ever. They had met several times before and each meeting exceeded the previous in both passion and intensity. Turning into the parking garage, Sandy made her way up to the penultimate level. As she turned onto the level she quickly scanned the area for Joe's car. Seeing it she pulled up next to it, looking over at Joe's smiling face. God, it was good seeing him again. "I'm sorry I'm late," she said. "Oh, you're not late at all," said Joe. "Mmmm, it is so good to see you again. Sandy felt so good as Joe's arms surrounded her. She had been thinking of this moment for the last week, ever since they made the plans to meet. Suddenly another car emerged from the ramp and turned to make its way to the uppermost level. Sandy turned to watch it go, still holding onto Joe. Gee, that car looks kind of familiar, she thought to herself. "Mmmm, that felt good," said Sandy, smiling. "Got any more where that came from?" Sandy enjoyed sex but when she met Joe, her enjoyment went to a new level. She had never cum so intensely and so frequently. His cock seemed to fit perfectly inside her, touching just the right spot that made her feel so good. "Oh, yeh, but you better be careful. Another kiss like that and I'm gonna want you right here." "Well, I'm not sure I can wait," Sandy said laughing and pulling Joe closer. As they kissed Sandy's hands naturally found their way to Joe's crotch. She was pleased to feel the hardness she found there. "Oh, what's this? Someone is glad to see me, huh?" As they kissed again, Sandy knew what was coming for she knew her lover too well, and knew just what got him going, what turned him into that sexy animal that she loved so much. When he dropped to his knees and began tugging on her pants, she was in such a state of arousal that she didn't care even when she saw a glimpse of the car parking on the upper level opposite and above them. Joe's tongue was a wonder as it parted her pussy lips. He loved to please her orally and she never refused him. It was so rare to find a man who could lick her for such long sweet times. Over time she had told him what things she especially liked but he was quite adept on his own. Throwing her head back, she rocked in pleasure as the first orgasm swelled inside her. As she turned her head in ecstasy, she caught a glimpse of a woman watching them from the upper level. She only saw the face for a moment because the woman darted back behind the pillar, but she knew who it was. It was her best friend Cindy. So that's why the car looked familiar. Sandy and Cindy told each other everything. Cindy knew everything about Joe, every detail of what he and Sandy did together, and she knew that Sandy was meeting him today. Curiosity must have gotten the best of her, so she had to see Sandy's lover for herself. Just then a big orgasm washed over her and Sandy no longer cared that they had an audience. Except that it was exciting. Joe rose and leaned her over the hood of her truck. She heard him frantically undoing his pants and wanted his cock inside her as much as he did. Joe was in a state, a state that Sandy liked very much. When he was so aroused, Joe became an animal, even growling sometimes. It was one of the very sexy things she liked about Joe. She liked to know that she could arouse such passion in a man and it was exciting when she was taken forcefully. Now she had him inside her and the feeling was fantastic as he pumped in and out of her in a frenzy. Glancing upward again she saw Cindy peering over the wall again, but this time she wasn't hiding, but watching intently. The excitement of fucking in a public place and with her friend watching sent Sandy over the edge. She moaned loudly and then felt Joe stiffen inside her. In a moment he collapsed on top of her and kissed her neck. Both of them quickly gathered themselves and piled into Joe'a car to continue their adventure in the privacy of a room. As they pulled out and started down the ramp, Sandy saw Cindy smile and wave. -- Cindy's Vantage – Sandy had told Cindy so much about Joe and their adventures. Oh, he was such a good lover. He made her cum so many times. He wanted her so badly. Cindy began to be curious about him. What did he really look like. Sandy had shown her a picture but she wanted to see him in the flesh. She knew when Sandy was meeting Joe and her plan was to go to the parking garage at about the same time, simply drive by and see what he looked like. When Cindy pulled onto the next to highest level of the garage, she saw them standing between their vehicles so she kept going up to the next level where she pulled into a spot directly above them. Getting out of her car, she peered over the wall to see what was going on. He's a nice enough looking man, she thought as she watched them kiss. She was so happy for Sandy that she had a lover that treated her so nicely. Cindy was about ready to get back into her car when she saw Joe get down on one knee and begin to undo Sandy's jeans. Oh, my god, he's going to go down on her right her in the parking garage! She watched in fascination as Joe pulled down Sandy's jeans and began licking her pussy. Sandy was clearing enjoying it. When Sandy turned her head to the side, Cindy could swear that Sandy saw her. She quickly ducked behind the concrete pillar and then peeped out again. The sight of her friend being eaten in public made Cindy get a warm feeling between her legs. Without out knowing what she was doing she found her hands unbuckling her own jeans and then fondling her own pussy as she watched. Sandy now seemed oblivious to her and Cindy peered out from behind the pillar a little more. It was so exciting to see her friend being pleased in that way, and Cindy's own pussy was now very wet. Sliding a finger inside herself, Cindy felt her own pleasure building as she watched Sandy cum down below. Mesmerized, Cindy couldn't take her eyes off the pair of lovers. She watched as Joe stood up and turned Sandy around, slumping her over her truck. She watched as Joe undid his own pants and pushed them down to his knees. As she watched Joe's hard cock slide into Sandy's pussy, Cindy's fingers were rubbing her clit frantically. Her jeans were now down over her butt so she could more easily work her pussy as she watched her friend and her lover fucking on the level below. Then Sandy turned her head and seemed to be looking directly at Cindy. The two of them locked eyes for a moment until Sandy shut hers, obviously cumming again. Cindy watched Joe's body stiffen as he, too, was cumming. The sight was too much for Cindy and she brought herself to a satisfying orgasm as well. Hand still between her legs she watched as the two lovers quickly pulled up their pants and hopped into Joe's car. As they pulled away, Sandy looked up again, smiling, and Cindy could do nothing but smile and wave as they left. Pulling up her pants and opening her car door, Cindy sat there for a moment reliving the past few minutes and thinking about the rest of the adventure that Sandy would tell her about later. Finally, starting her car up again, Cindy left the parking garage. I'll never be able to come here again without thinking of this she thought to herself. The Parking Garage The parking garage: I was sitting at the light when just up the block in front of me I saw her crossing the street. She was loaded with shopping bags from the mall and headed to the parking garage. I noticed that she was wearing a skirt and her favorite high heels. That could only mean one thing, and my cock jumped to attention. When the light changed I pulled over to the curb, told my partner I had something to take care of and handed him the keys. I told him to go on to lunch without me, and I would meet him at the job site later. I followed her into the garage. She didn't know I was there. As she approached her car I got behind her. I reached with my right arm under hers and across her chest to her left breast. With my left hand I gently covered her mouth. She stiffened, scared. I whispered, "Don't scream, sweetheart, it only me." I leaned into her so she could feel my erection, and squeezed her breast in my hand. I felt her relax as she recognized my voice. As I loosened my hold, she dropped her bags and turned into my arms. She met my lips with a hot, steamy kiss. But when she pulled back, her fists hit my chest. "God, you just about scared me half to death!" She yelled in my face. "I'm sorry. I saw you crossing the street in your skirt and high heels, and I couldn't resist." I plead my case. She reached down and rubbed my cock, thru my jeans. "Yes, I noticed." She purred. "What am I supposed to do, when I know you have been shopping, wearing no panties?" I reached for her again, and took her in my arms. "I'm on my lunch. Where can we go?" I asked. "You put these bags in the back, and I'll take care of that." She said. A minute later I climbed into the passenger seat of her SUV. "Where are we headed?" I asked. "Nowhere." She simply stated. "We're in the corner of a dark parking garage, and I have tinted windows. Besides, I don't think I can wait." With that said, she climbed over the center console and was seated in my lap. She was working my belt, and I was still recovering from the shock of her statement. "You are serious." She reached down and hooked the seat release. I fell backward. She was straddling my lap and working very hard to release my erection. My hands trailed up her legs under her skirt. I knew what I would find. Bare, naked pussy; wet and waiting for my touch. I slid my finger into her wetness and she moaned. She took my cock in one hand and touched her own breast with the other. I reached up and slip her top and bra up to expose her breasts. Her fingers immediately pinched a nipple and she moaned again. I pulled her down to me and took a rosy nipple into my mouth. Her body trembled. She rose above me and began to slide slowly down on my waiting cock. She was so hot and tight I was afraid I would loose control before we got started. She sighed as she settled on top, completely sucking me into her cunt. With her hands against my chest she sat up and slowly began to ride me. With one hand I reached for her clit, while the other fondled her breasts. She cried out at my touch. I could feel that she was close to orgasm. I rotated my hips up into hers, and touched her clit harder. She cried out again. In no time her muscles were tightening around me, she went limp in my arms and was nearly screaming as the orgasm shook her. I was reaching my control level. I grabbed her hips and began to pound into her. She grabbed my shoulders and held on tight. "Faster." She whispered in my ear. She was biting my neck and shoulder as she rode. That was all I could take. I pounded into her with all the force I could. She met my hips, thrust for thrust. Her muscles began to tighten in another orgasm, and I joined her. Faster, harder, deeper. As deep as I could get. I felt my orgasm begin, surge after surge of cum pumping out of my cock into my beautiful, sexy, daring wife. Then we were flying into oblivion. Both of us holding tightly to the other and calling out each others names. When she dropped me off at the job site a little while later, there was no mistaking the smile on my face. Especially after telling me what she was going to do when she got home, to pass the time waiting for my arrival after work, and what lay in store for me then, also. Much more of the same! The Parking Garage This story is based on true events. Sometimes it drives me wild thinking it actually happened... hope it does the same for you ;) ***** Men have always been a mystery to me. Especially ones my age. I've always been more mature than other people my age and dating has always been rather disappointing. Luckily, I don't have that much time to think about it. My name is Eliza. I'm 22 and live and work in a fairly big city. I'm a bartender at a local restaurant and I go to school full time at the Community College in town. I guess you could say I'm forever chasing my dreams. Sure, I've got a couple guys on speed dial when I'm really aching for a good time but lately I haven't even been interested in that- it's a lot faster to take care of myself if you know what I mean. That's probably why it took me so long to recognize Jake. It started out extremely casual. Jake, this incredibly hot guy that I knew to be a bartender at another restaurant started frequenting my bar. I knew he was much older than me, way more established, and quite frankly way to good looking to be interested. There was something about the look in his eye that kept telling me I was wrong but I kept blowing it off. I started anticipating his Monday night visits. We talked about everything and really enjoyed each other's company. The sexual tension was becoming undeniable to me but I still maintained it was one sided and there was no way he could be interested in a girl 20 years his junior. One night, however, things changed. "Eliza, I'm heading down to Frank's Bar and Grill if you close up early. Come meet me and I'll buy you a drink." He said as he was signing his tab one Monday night. Staring at me hard with those bright blue eyes. Was it just me or was he undressing me with them? "Sure, Jake, I guess I could let you do that. Give me twenty. I'll close up fast." I replied with a wink... a wink? Who was I? All of a sudden I felt sexy and sure. Hell yeah he wanted me. He walked slowly toward the door barely taking his eyes off me as he did. The door shut behind him and I immediately rushed through all my closing duties. Walking down to Frank's that night I had no idea what was about to happen. I walked into the bar and immediately spotted him tucked in a booth in the corner of the restaurant. Out of sight from the crazy patrons that crowded the bar. I sauntered over exuding sex appeal. I was definitely not in denial anymore. His intentions were pretty clear and mine were becoming more and more deliberate. We talked for the rest of the night but nothing happened. I was beginning to think I had misread his signals. Just then the bartender buzzed by our booth. "Last call guys. We're shutting down tonight. I looked at my cell phone and was shocked to find it was already 2:00 AM. Damn. Guess I'm not getting any tonight. Shouldn't have had those expectations anyway. We left the bar together and stood awkwardly in the parking lot. "So... I hope I didn't give you the wrong idea tonight, Eliza. I think you're incredible..." I was waiting for Jake to insert a big fat BUT here. "And god I want to fuck you." What? Shit. Hot. Did the sexiest man i had ever seen up close just say that? He walked closer to me slowly backing me up against a pillar in the parking lot. I was speechless and couldn't stop staring at him as he licked his lips and leaned closer to me. I scanned the parking lot. Empty. Not a sign of life anywhere, just locked cars and dim lights. Privately public. He was completely pressing me into the pillar at this point and I could feel his breath on my neck. I lifted my mouth up to his and was returned with a deep passionate kiss. He made me ravenous. Something primal and instinctual took over in both of us as we hungrily kissed each other's mouth, neck. Grabbing his shoulders. Cupping my breasts. He whipped me around so I was bracing myself on the pillar and unbuttoned my jeans. I moved one hand to my hip to help him shimmy my pants down as fast as i could. I reached behind me to feel his incredibly hard shaft. Was that him or me who growled. I felt his teeth graze my earlobe and I shuddered with pleasure and sensation. Not sure whether to focus on that or his cock playing in the opening of my pussy. Not sure how I could possibly concentrate on both. "Fuck me," I said under my breath almost inaudibly. "What did you say?" He whispered in my ear torturing me. I looked over my shoulder, grinding my ass into his cock repeating clear as crystal, "I said fuck me. Now." He didn't need to be told again. He pushed his cock deep into my waiting sweetness holding me firmly by the hips as I supported myself against the pillar. My tightness hugged onto his thick cock making both of us moan in pleasure. Shifting between long deep thrusts and short fasts ones I couldn't control the squeals that escaped my throat. I could tell he couldn't either. Just then he whipped me around and picked me up. Responding immediately, I wrapped my legs around his waist inviting him into my pussy from the front. He pushed me harder against the pillar and I was so close to coming I couldn't think straight. He was fucking me so fast at this point. Both of us moaning and gasping in pleasure completely oblivious to how exposed we were. Neither of us cared anyway. One more hard thrust and my orgasm exploded around his cock in sync with his own. He set me down, both of us panting hard. Devilish grins on our faces. The next day I could hardly concentrate. I got to work around 4:30 and began my shift still in my daze. My coworker Kerry came in at 5:00 and she looked pissed. "What's wrong Kerr?" I asked, my mind actually putting thoughts of my tryst from the night before at bay. "My fucking car got broken into sometime last night. I had a beer at Frank's earlier and left my car there. Went to the parking garage this morning to pick it up, and the windows were busted out. "Oh no," I said, "that's awful. Were there any... uh... cameras in the parking garage that could have seen who did it?" "Nope. Frank's ass is way too cheap for that shit. This fucking sucks." She walked away leaving me with a torn emotion. Sure, it sucked that my friend's car got broken into, but at least my little escapade could stay in the parking garage- with no visual evidence. ;) The Parking Garage It had been over an hour since the last of her co-workers had left to go home for the day. She was still in her office, doggedly making her way through the never-ending stack of work on her desk. Dejectedly, she sat back in her squeaky office chair with the worn armrests, and rubbed her temples with her fingers. The words and images were beginning to run together on her computer screen. Her productivity had officially come to a screeching halt. The prospect of going home didn't excite her. There was nothing there for her except a frozen dinner to heat up in the microwave. After she ate, she would curl up on the couch with a glass of cheap wine, and whatever awful reality show was on TV, until she fell asleep. Her routine was the same, every day, without fail. Glancing across her desk at the mountain of unfinished work, she shook her head in irritation. "Something has to change," she thought. "This couldn't possibly be all there is to life, could it?" Her chair gave a loud squeak of protest as she stood up. She didn't bother tidying up her work area, instead, she grabbed her purse and keys and marched out of her office. The slamming of her office door was her singular act of defiance. She ambled through the main room of the office, flicking light switches off as she went. She didn't have to think about it, moving purely out of habit. She always made sure the lights were off because she was always the last person out of the building each night. It was summertime so she hadn't brought a jacket to work. She was dressed smartly and professionally. Her skirt reached below her knees and was just full enough to hide the curves of her waist and hips. Her shoes were sensible with only the slightest of heels, made for comfort and function. Only the top button of her blouse was undone, never allowing the leering men of the office a peek at the cleavage created by her soft, bountiful, creamy-white breasts. She was an attractive woman, in her early 30's, with porcelain skin, big blue eyes and long blonde hair. At different times, men in the office had made attempts at getting to know her better, wanting to discover the body she kept hidden under her smart clothing. However, most of them were balding and paunchy, and looking for a diversion from their loveless marriages. She always politely declined their advances. The one younger guy in the office, whom she might have considered, had been in a committed relationship for several years with his partner, Kevin. Such was her luck. She locked the main office door and made her way to the bank of elevators, pressing the down button. As she waited, she thought of what her upcoming weekend would entail. Her brow furrowed as she realized it would be more of the same: cleaning her apartment, washing laundry for the week, grocery shopping for more frozen dinners and wine. She would be doing the same mundane activities that she always did. "Nothing ever changes. I am in such a rut," she thought. Her irritation was rising even more as she entered the elevator and pressed the big "B" button for the basement level. "Maybe I should get a cat," she mused as the elevator hummed along, taking her deep beneath the building. She was wondering how many cats she would need to own before being considered a "crazy cat lady" when the doors opened and she stepped out into the basement parking garage. When she started her job a few years before, the parking garage had made her uneasy. The cement cave amplified and echoed even the smallest of sounds so it often seemed that someone was walking near her, even when she was completely alone. Overhead lights would burn out and it took a long time for building maintenance to replace them, leaving many areas of the garage in deep shadow. Each morning, when she arrived at work, the garage was full of other employee vehicles and she would have to park a good distance away from the elevators. That meant when she left at night, it would be empty and she would have to walk far across the basement alone. At first, this had upset her but eventually, she had gotten used to it and rarely thought about it. With her purse slung over her shoulder and her keys clutched in her hand, she began her trek to the far end of the parking garage. Several large concrete and steel support columns stood between her and her car, blocking it from her view. She walked briskly, the clicking of her sensible shoes echoing around her. She was parked next to the same support column she parked next to every day. Realizing it was darker than normal, her eyes swept up to the ceiling and noticed more lights had burned out. She was trying to remember if they had been out that morning as she reached to unlock her car door. The movement was much too fast for her to react. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him step out from behind the support column, where he had been hiding in the shadows. Before she could even turn her head in his direction, he was behind her and had both arms wrapped around her and his hand clamped down on her mouth. She tried to scream but only succeeded in dropping her keys. Terror and confusion tore through her as she felt him pressing her to his body. His arms were like stone, his body unmovable. He was like a snake, the more she struggled, the tighter he constricted around her. His hand covered her mouth, sealing it shut, and she could only breath through her nose. Her cries for help were muffled and didn't sound human. Finally, exhausted and on the verge of fainting, she stopped fighting him and let her arms fall limply to her sides. She needed her wits and strength. They both stood deathly still in the shadows of the parking garage, the only sound was her heavy breathing. His face was pressed into the side of her head. She could feel his breath in her hair. There was no sign of him releasing his grip on her. Time had slowed to a crawl. She concentrated on her breathing, working to get it under control while waiting to feel him relax his hold on her. In her ear, in a a low, even voice he finally spoke, "I'm not going to hurt you." She began struggling again, quickly using what little energy she had left. She was left barely standing, his arms and body holding her up. If he let go, she would collapse onto the ground. They continued to stand there for seconds, minutes, she had no way of knowing. She had nothing left to give and she realized she was at his mercy now. Her head fell back against his shoulder. His mouth was still at her ear and he spoke again in that same low, even voice, "I'm not going to hurt you." There was a long pause and she didn't move. "If you understand me, shake your head," his lips brushed against her ear. Weakly, she nodded her head up and down. She felt his hand loosen its grip against her mouth. Her head was still slumped back but she didn't have the energy to lift it from his shoulder. Carefully, his fingers slid away from her bruised lips and gently traced down her chin. They came to rest lightly around her throat, and she knew he could grip it quickly and tightly if he so desired. With her mouth free, she was able to take deep breaths, her chest heaving with the exertion. She became acutely aware of her breast brushing against his arm that was clasping her neck. His other still clutched her waist, his strong hand pressed against her belly, keeping her pinned against his body. She could feel the lean hardness of his form against her. He was taller than her but not by much, and had wrapped himself around her, binding her to him. She focused on his breathing in her ear and soon their breaths were coming in unison. She was no longer gripped by terror and her body relaxed, molding itself against him. The fingers against her throat slowly, ever so lightly, began caressing her skin in small circles. She could feel electric tingles running through her traitorous body. When he pressed his lips to her ear and gave her lobe a gentle tug with his teeth, she gasped. Her breathing came harder again, not because of fright but because she was responding to him in a way she didn't understand. Suddenly, every nerve ending was finely tuned to his touch and each one was inundating her with raw shivers. The fingers that were teasing and tickling her throat made their way down her chest, taking their time. They delighted in inflicting sweet agony upon her skin, causing white-hot sparks to blaze all the way to her core. His hand moved to her blouse and she could feel a button being undone. She held her breath as another button popped open and then she took one jagged gasp as his hand moved inside her shirt, cupping her breast over top of her bra. He paused, waiting to feel her reaction. Reflexively, her back arched and pushed herself farther into his hand. As though he had been given permission, he slid his fingers inside her bra and began a slow onslaught of torment upon her nipple. He let his thumb glide over the hardening bud repeatedly until it ached and then he flicked the tip with his finger. Hard. She cried out, more from the surprise than the jolt of pain it gave her. It was a sensation she felt all the way down to that deep, sensual pit below her stomach. For the first time she felt her aroused dampness in her panties. "This can't be happening," she thought. "This isn't who I am." Confusion allowed fright to well up inside her again and she attempted to lunge away from him. The arm around her waist had never lessened its grip so she didn't get far. In one swift motion he spun her around and pushed her hard against her car, pinning her between his lean body and her vehicle. He had her wrists in each of his hands and his pelvis pressed into her stomach. One of his knees was between her legs, causing her skirt to ride up her thighs. She was trapped. His head hovered just inches above hers and she looked up to see his face for the first time. Her wild-eyed gawk was met with dark, smoldering eyes. The shadows accentuated his chiseled cheekbones, straight nose and strong, cut jaw line. Unruly waves of onyx hair framed his face. His mouth was full and sensual and she wondered briefly what it would feel like to have it on her body. She swallowed hard, driving the thought from her miscreant mind. Perhaps she stared at his mouth a little too long because she saw a sneer flicker briefly across his lips and then he was roughly shoving both of her hands behind her body, immobilizing them between herself and her car. Once his hands were free, one crept to her throat again. She could feel his fingers pressing into her flesh. The other hand went to her long, blonde hair and wrapped it around his fist, holding it tightly against the nape of her neck. He now had total control of her head. He tugged her hair, forcing her head back and exposing her neck to him. He dipped his face close to her and inhaled deeply, his eyes closed as he drank in her fresh, delicate scent. She held her breath in wary anticipation, knowing she was at the edge of a precipice and at any moment she was going to have to decide whether or not to step off. There would be no going back. "Please, I can't do this. Don't make me do this," she pleaded with him in her head, her lips remaining silent. But, as he finally pressed his mouth to her skin, her body betrayed her. He kissed down her neck, gently at first, causing her skin to overheat. As he tasted her, his need began to build and soon he was nipping at her with soft bites, his tongue and lips assaulting her senses. The hand around her throat slid down to her blouse and the rest of the buttons were pulled roughly apart. The pinging of one dislodged button bouncing on the concrete basement floor echoed loudly through the otherwise silent parking garage. His mouth journeyed down her chest, his tongue tracing her skin around the lacy edge of her bra. He cupped one breast with his free hand, the other still tightly wound in her hair. While exquisitely pinching and tugging on her nipple, he hooked his thumb in the top of her bra and pulled it down, letting her creamy-white flesh spill out into his waiting palm. He lingered, feeling the weight, the fullness and soft femininity of her exposed bosom before he freed her other side. Her chest was fully bared for his exploration. His expert mouth claimed her breasts and tormented her nipples. Each suck and swirl of his tongue caused her to lose her mind a little more. As the sweet oral assault of her chest continued, the leg he had between hers, which kept her pinned against her car, slid farther up so his knee pressed against her crotch. She found herself grinding against it, seeking relief from the red-hot arousal he was causing. She was ashamed that she was turned on but the humiliation only deepened her lust. He let her hump his leg like an undisciplined dog in heat. She had become a slave to her desire...and to him. She took a deep breath as she realized there wasn't anything she wouldn't let him do to her and her body. She was submitting to this dark stranger who took what he wanted. He didn't ask for permission and she didn't care. She feared him and felt it resonate in that needy pit deep in her core. She exhaled and waited anxiously for what he had planned. His free hand skimmed down her body, over the curve of her hip and past the wad of bunched-up skirt that had hiked up her legs. When he felt the bare skin of her thigh, he adjusted his stance so both legs were positioned between hers. With a quick, expert motion, he shoved his leg sideways against the inside of her leg, forcing them farther apart where she stood, still pinned to her car. With easier access, the hand on her thigh began to travel back up, under her skirt, with one destination in mind as his mouth relentlessly ravaged her breasts. She knew where his hand was headed and desperately needed him to touch her there and give her the relief she craved. She whimpered as his fingers traced those relentless, small circles on her porcelain, overheated skin, each motion taking him closer to the source of her agony. This was her last chance to stop her corruption. She was at that edge, looking down into the dark abyss. Taking a step back would keep her on safer, mundane ground to which she was accustomed, but if she allowed herself to tumble forward, she would plummet into the carnal unknown. His finger traced her folds through the thin material of her panties and she closed her eyes, teetering precariously on the brink. He felt the sultry wetness that soaked her panties. Heat radiated from between her legs. Sliding a finger under the silky cloth and pushing it to the side, he teased the swollen, fleshy lips beneath it. He found her clitoris, that sweet little button wantonly poking out from its sheath. Skilled fingers circled and massaged it, feeling it, and her, react to his touch. A moan escaped her lips as her entire being was consumed by the onslaught of his fingers upon her sex. She sought relief from this rapturous suffering he was inflicting on her. It was building inside her, her body tightening. She was right there, slipping and stumbling on the edge. He abruptly pulled his hand away, stopping her carnal descent and leaving her wanting and unfulfilled. Her wild desperate eyes met his dark, scorching gaze. She was unable to tear away from it even when she felt his hand stirring below and heard his zipper sliding down. It sounded like a snarl in the echoes of the basement. He freed himself from his pants, feeling relief at no longer being constricted. Gripping his considerable girth, he pushed himself between her legs, letting his moist tip nudge against her swollen button. She gasped as she felt him prod her, so hard yet velvety soft. His hand in her hair tightened its grip, yanking her head back roughly. At the same time, he slapped the thickness of his manhood against her sex. Hard. The shock of his meatiness cuffing her, caused her to call out, the echoes rocketing through the garage. He spanked her most intimate place again and again, harder each time. It was exquisite. With each tap, her need was building again, in that desperate place below her belly. She was back at the edge, ready to fall at any moment, waiting for the push. His mouth was at her throat and his voice was harsh and jagged, "What do you want?" She blinked, not understanding. He thwacked her again. "Tell me what you want." She was terrified to answer him, to confess what she needed and craved. Yet, her body was begging and pleading. Her desire was too great. "This is your last chance. Tell me what you want," his voice was coarse and ominous. "You," she squeaked. It was difficult to speak with her head pulled so savagely back. "Try again," he snarled. "What do you really want?" His girth smacked her once more. Her muscles contracted deep inside. She knew what she wanted. "Your cock," she murmured, her voice as ragged as his. "You're getting closer," his growl rumbled deep in his chest. "But what do you really want?" He administered another perfectly placed tap against her erect, longing button, the thrill reverberating through her body. "I want..." "What?" "I...I need..." "I can't hear you," his voice cracked with urgency. It was time. She needed to let go and give in to her desire. Her body and mind were breaking beneath the stress. She crumbled. "I need to be fucked," her voice rasped. "Say it again," he commanded. Her voice was clear and strong as she called out, "I need to be fucked...hard. I need to get fucked. Please, fuck me...PLEASE?" Her begging cries sent him into immediate action. He released his grip on her hair and grabbed her thighs, pulling her legs up off the ground. One finger pushed through the drenched material of her panties and had them ripped off her in a swift, efficient motion. He lifted her agilely and their eyes met just as he brought her down on himself, impaling her. As he plunged deep inside, she could feel herself stretching around him. Her body was ravenous, delighting in his every inch. She engulfed him greedily and he marveled at how wet and ready she was for him. Like animals, they clawed at each other as they bucked and moved. Her hands now free, clutched at his back. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, ankles hooked together, pulling him tightly into her. Each thrust, harder and faster than the last, slammed her body into the side of her car. She was building again, quickly. Her body was tightening, her muscles clenching deliciously. He had claimed her and made her do the unthinkable. "I am fucking a stranger in the parking garage at work," she thought as the pit below her belly contracted wantonly. He felt her tensing up and in her ear, he whispered, "Come for me." With his permission, she willingly plummeted off the precipice and came long and hard for him, for her. She exploded into a million pieces, not knowing if she'd ever find all of her again. She cried out, not words but sounds, letting all of her release flow through her and out into the air. The cement walls of the basement echoed her lust back to her over and over. Her insides gripped him, milking him and that was his undoing. He groaned as he hitched and then emptied himself inside her. She felt his heat and wetness deep in her stomach, giving of himself generously. His mouth nipped at her neck and she could feel his teeth on her skin. Even as they both began to subside, she could still acutely sense him twitching and throbbing in her innermost place. She still had her legs and arms wrapped around him but now was leaning limply against him. Her head was foggy and her body was warm, loose and very relaxed. He allowed them each to catch their breath. Then gently, he removed himself from her entwined arms and eased her legs back down to the ground. She felt him slip out of her and she instantly hated the emptiness. He leaned her against her car and took a tentative step back, making sure she could stand on her own as he closed up his pants. The Parking Garage Still in a daze, she smoothed her skirt down and fastened the remaining buttons of her blouse. Her bra was still pushed up under her breasts but she didn't care. She was only vaguely aware that she wasn't wearing panties anymore. He picked her keys up off the ground where she had dropped them and unlocked her car for her. Opening the door, he helped her in and handed her purse. She peered up at him and gave him a weak smile through the car window. She fumbled as she tried inserting the key into the ignition switch and glanced down. When she looked back up, he was gone. She didn't bother to search for him. Something told her she wouldn't find him. She started her car and pulled out of the parking garage. She wasn't sure how she made it home. She could barely remember driving. For all she knew, she had blasted through every stop light, red or green. When she was safely inside her apartment, she threw her keys and purse down on the small stand by the door and went into her bathroom to clean up. She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her skin was flush and her neck blotchy. She felt the familiar tightening below when she remembered his beautiful mouth on her skin. Her hair was a mess and everything about her screamed, "Just fucked." She still hadn't decided if the blouse was worth repairing or if she should throw it away. She blushed when she saw her bare chest salaciously peeking out over the top of her bra. Once she was tidied up and dressed in comfy pajamas, she wandered to her kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator. She opened it and took a long swig right out of the bottle. She wasn't even going to bother with a glass tonight. She flopped down on her couch and finally allowed her head to clear. She had a lot to mull over, especially her unexpected reaction to her "assault." She didn't know if she should even use that word because ultimately, she didn't feel assaulted. She felt good. But what did it say about her because she liked it? The event could have certainly gone another way. He could have severely beaten her or even murdered her. What would have happened if she hadn't liked it? She doubted that he would have stopped. He was definitely a dangerous man and that was his allure. She had taken only a handful of lovers in her life. She wasn't a virgin or a prude but she knew that none of the men she had been with had ever made her feel as excited or turned on as he had in the parking garage. She groaned with embarrassment remembering how wet she was and he knew it. He knew she liked it. And the worse part was, she wanted it again. The thought of him somewhere, out there, made her clench in that traitorous pit below her belly. Even though she had cleaned up, she could still feel his wetness inside her. For the first time ever, she was grateful for the irregular periods that made her keep taking birth control pills even when she wasn't sexually active. Nope. She honestly had no regrets about what took place in the parking garage. She just had the best sexual experience of her life. She felt awake, alive and more aware of her body than ever. There was no way she was going to allow herself to feel guilty. She took another long swig of cheap wine and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she thought, "There IS a lot more to life out there. I can't wait to experience it all."