The plan was to meet up with some friends at a bar and have a few drinks to catch up, since we hadn't gotten together as a group in quite a long time. It was a casual neighborhood bar and I had dressed appropriately in jeans and a t-shirt. I was enjoying a quick early dinner before I left for the bar when I got a text message from one of the guys asking if I needed a ride. I didn't really. The bar was in walking distance and I had plenty of cab fare to get home, but I told him to pick me up anyway because I'd been bored lately and I knew he was easy to seduce.
He showed up a later than we'd planned due to traffic, so when we got to the bar we were a bit late. Everyone else had arrived - we could see them at the table in the front window from the convenient parking spot we had found directly across the street. He checked his watch. "It's too bad we don't have time to fool around," he joked.
"I really don't see why not," I said. He looked at me to see whether I was being serious (I don't know why, he ought to have known that I was). I tilted my head in a gesture to the backseat.
"Wait, here?" he asked, looking around. We were parked on the side of the busiest street in the neighborhood for traffic and pedestrians, at the tail end of rush hour, directly in front of a storefront and directly across from a crowded bar containing all our friends who were right near the window, and who had no idea we were fucking behind all of their backs. I answered him by way of climbing into the backseat and giving him my "don't be such a baby" look. He glanced around furtively and followed me. He had tinted windows in the back, so we were marginally less visible from there. He kissed me, one hand wrapping my hair around his fist, the other immediately finding my belt. I helped him with the zipper on my jeans and he slid his hand down the front of them, pushing two fingers and then three inside me and twisting them so I gasped. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and his thigh and buried my head in his chest while he fucked me with his fingers, the heel of his hand pressing hard against my clit until I came for him, hard, pressing my thighs together to still his hand from moving against my now too sensitive clit. I tuned my head up to look at him. "Why exactly do you still have pants on?" I asked.
"Um, I have no idea," he said, and pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough for his hard thick cock to spring out and into my waiting hand. I wrapped it around him and started stroking his cock slowly, intending to warm him up a little before I went down on him, and right at that moment some woman in a Ford Focus decided to park her car directly in front of us and then sit in it fixing her make up. His groan sounded pained. We watched her for almost a full minute while I gently stroked his cock, until it became clear she wasn't going anywhere fast. I decided I didn't care. "Fuck this," I said. "She's not even paying attention anyway," and plunged his entire cock into my mouth. The groan from that sounded much happier. I sucked him deep, his cock hitting the back of my throat on every stroke, my cheeks sucked in around him, gently stroking his balls, savoring the fact that there was a woman feet away from us who could be watching the whole thing if she bothered to look up. He pushed my head all the way down on his cock with both hands and started fucking my face while I fought for every breath, but just before I thought he was going to shoot his spunk down my throat he thought better of it and let go of my head. "I want to fuck you," he told me.
I certainly wasn't going to turn that down. I kicked the jeans off one of my legs and lay back with my head on the arm rest. He plunged his cock into my hole so hard that was all it took to make me come and I pulled him against me and screamed into his neck, begging him not to stop. I had one leg on the floor and the other wrapped around his waist urging him deeper as he fucked me, battering my head against the door. A crowd of people walked by on the sidewalk. I could hear them, he evidently could see them, because he picked his head up to look worriedly out the window. I grabbed the neck of his shirt to get his attention. "Don't stop," I whispered. It must have been the right thing to say, because he suddenly started to pound me savagely. I was sure we were shaking the car, sure we were going to break the headrest and possibly the entire door. I felt his cock throbbing and he came, harder than I'd even seen from him before. He crushed me against his chest and kissed me hard. We lay there like that for a moment, spent and unable to move. "That is not the way I remember car sex being like when I was in high school," I informed him.
"Um, no," he replied laughing, as we reassembled our clothes. I quickly patted my hair back into place and then we got out of the car and walked across the street for some well deserved drinks with our oblivious friends inside.
1 comment:
good one, girl.
i love car sex !!!
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