Riding in Cars with Boys..Make that Men

“You’re late,” he observed as she hurriedly hopped into his car.

“I’m sorry,” she answered breathlessly. “I got stuck at work.”

“Hmmm,” was his only response.

Their meetings were often hurried and clandestine as they each had busy lives full of other responsibilities.

He looked at her pointedly, his green eyed gaze seeming to pierce her very soul, as his hand went to the bulge that was already forming at his crotch.

“I’ve been sitting here waiting for you for 30 minutes with THIS growing between my legs and causing me considerable discomfort,” he coldly informed her.

“I’m sorry, I really…” her voice trailed off as he put his finger to her lips.

“Take your clothes off,” he ordered.

She obediently unbuttoned her blouse, removed her bra, and unzipped her skirt until
they were all in a heap at her feet.

“Now recline your seat back”

As she did so, he reached over to pinch and tweak her nipples as she arched her back and moaned with the pleasure. He knew her inside and out. He knew this aroused her at times to the point of orgasm. She mewed in protest when he stopped.

She watched as he unzipped is pants and freed his blood swollen aching cock. He began to stroke himself slowly, precum oozing along his thumb and forefinger.

“You want this, don’t you?” he teased

“Oh yes, yes I do,” she moaned as she felt her wetness seeping onto his leather seats.

He continued to stroke, his head thrown back, his breath coming harder and faster as his eyes traveled over her body laid out before him.

When she could no longer contain her desire, she leaned over to take him in her mouth only to have him slap her face away.

“You were late. You don’t get to suck me. You get to watch.”

She leaned back to her side of the car and watched fervently as he stroked his cock, sweat breaking out on his forehead which she longed to lick if only to have some part of his saltiness in her mouth.

“Fuck, you look so hot. I want to empty this load right inside you.”

“But I can’t can I? You didn’t follow my directions, did you?”

She shook her head no as her eyes remained locked on his pumping hand.

His hips began to pump up into his hand, he got the far away look in his eye and his breath came out in a wrenching groan which she knew from countless other hours spent with him meant he was about to cum.

He reached out and gripped her left breast in his hand so hard she let out a small cry and knew she would have a memento of this time with him the next day when his fingerprints appeared on the tender flesh of her breast. With a groan that filled the cabin of the car, he looked into her eyes as he exploded into his hand.
She licked her lips, aching to taste him, to feel his cock growing soft in her mouth as his orgasm subsided.

“Clean up this mess you’ve made,” he directed.

She eagerly leaned over and began to lick his penis clean of his sweet salty cum making certain to suck each ball into her mouth swirling them clean with her tongue as he sighed and whispered what a good girl she was and what a hot little mouth she had.

“Get out of the car,” he ordered in a frighteningly serious tone.

“Baby, please, I’m naked,” she whimpered.

He considered this for a beat and replied, “As you did such a good job cleaning up the mess you made of my cock, you may put your skirt back on.”

She quickly shimmied into her skirt and haltingly opened the door, looking back at him one last time with a plea in her eyes of “Please don’t make me do this.”

When he continued to fix his green gaze on her with no hint of reprisal, she got out of the car.

“Now go to the front of the car, and lay down across the hood,” he directed.

Minutes felt like hours as she lay there against the cold hood of the car exposed in the open parking lot.

She finally heard the click of the door as he exited the car as well.

He leaned down over her and whispered softly in her ear, “You want me inside you now, don’t you?”

God help her, she did. She wanted him with a desire that often kept her awake at night, lying there aching for him, remembering his touch, his scent, his taste.

“Yes, I want it more than anything. Please give me what I need,” she begged.
Her skin burned with his touch as he lifted her skirt and slid inside her wet, needy hole.

“AHHHHHH,” escaped her lips as he pumped his way deeper inside her.

He gripped her hips and began to pound into her with a need born of too many stolen encounters, too little time together, a longing for each other that was never fully satisfied. Her breasts bounced against the hood of the car as they fucked with abandon in the open parking lot for anyone who happened by to witness.

His cock found just the right spot inside her as it always did. She felt her legs growing weak as her orgasm began to build. It spread from the flush in her breasts, to a pulse in her belly until she finally exploded with cries of pleasure as it washed over her cunt in endless spasms.

When she had spent herself, he gripped her long, curly hair in his hands pulling her upper body roughly up off the hood of the car as he plunged into her his own orgasm furiously churning in his balls. He came softly this time, pumping a few more times before allowing himself to slip out of her. Her own juices mixed with his cum flowed freely down the insides of her thigh.

They quickly re-entered the car where they spent their remaining time, touching, caressing, kissing longing for a love that would never be theirs to hold.