Driving home, she reflected on the unproductive night. She’d gone to her favorite bar, dressed to kill, hoping to find a worthy candidate for the unbridled sex she needed so badly, only to come up empty. She wasn’t needy enough to take on the nerdy losers who played pool all night, making crass jokes she couldn’t hear while looking in her direction. She left after finishing her drink.
It was unusual to see a man waiting at a bus stop this late at night, and she slowed to get a better look. ‘I would have accepted much less at the bar,’ she thought, making a hasty right turn to circle the block. Pulling to the curb, she opened the tight jeans she’d poured herself into and tugged and twisted to get them off. There would be no mistaking what she was after now.
She made the three right turns that put her back at the bus stop, all the while worried that the bus might have come and taken him away. She smiled broadly when she saw him still sitting there, absorbed in something on his phone.
He looked up when her large black SUV pulled up to the curb, and noticing the window going down, he got up to see what the driver wanted.
“Hey, baby! Can I give you a ride?” she said as seductively as she could without sounding desperate, although that was an apt description of her state of mind.
He couldn’t help noticing the tight camisole top with her tasty tits showing both cleavage and pointy nips. She turned towards him to call attention to her nearly naked body, and making her wishes abundantly clear, she reached up under the camisole and pulled her G-string panties down and off, discarding them on the passenger’s seat.
He opened the door and got in, when she handed him the panties and drove away swiftly without saying a word. He held them up to his nose and breathed deeply.
“Mmm, someone wants some attention!” he said, smelling her need in the tiny triangle of the sodden, red panties.
“Well? What are you waiting for? You’re not here for a ride in my car!” she said, squirming in her seat and staining the supple white leather with her milky nectar.
Reaching between her legs, his hand found her slit and slid a single finger through the moist valley between her meaty lips. She lifted off the seat to let him get his hand underneath, and as soon as his hand was in place, she sat down just as a finger slid inside, pinning his hand beneath her.
“C’mon! This isn’t foreplay! Make me cum!” she demanded as she ground her cunt against his open palm. “That’s better!” she said when he managed to get another finger inside.
Her hips rocked over his hand in time to his penetrations, and suddenly he felt the car lurch to the left. He looked up to see it swerving back into its lane and then at her to see if she was even watching the road.
“What? Do you see any traffic?” she defended and closed her eyes briefly when his fingers twisted inside and his thumb found her clit. “Lick it!” she ordered, and to his incredulous face, added, “You think women are the only ones who can give oral while driving? Get your tongue in there and lick my clit!”
He tried to leave his hand beneath her and bent over to place his head in her lap. She spread her legs, pushed his head down, and pulled it into her crotch with a loud moan. He prided himself on his ability with his tongue, but this was a new challenge he accepted by extending his tongue as far as possible, slithering through the upper end of her slit. Probing for her hard nub, she gasped, indicating he’d found it and went to work.
With her hand still on the back of his head, pushing his face into her writhing crotch, he knew she was close, but then she turned into what felt like a driveway with the initial bump of the curb. He kept at it with her clit alternately nibbled between his lips and flicked with his tongue. He fought the urge to look out the windshield when he felt the car driving in circles, the centripetal force pushing him harder into her lap.
“Oh God! Yeah! Oh fuck! Don’t stop!” she shouted as the car continued spiraling upwards into what he figured had to be a parking garage, overhead lights intermittently lighting the interior as they flashed by. He felt the car level out and straighten its trajectory while she was on the cusp.
Whether intentionally or not, the car accelerated as did she, jerking her hips forward, pounding his face with increasingly loud cries of “Yes!”
Suddenly the car braked hard, throwing his body forward, but somehow his face remained firmly planted in her cunt.
“Oh FUCK!” she cried, climaxing at the instant the car stopped.
He worked his body, battered by its collision with the dashboard, up and back into his seat. Her eyes were still closed, and he wondered if they’d been open when they came to the abrupt end of both rides.
“Are you okay?” he finally asked as she sat almost motionless in her seat, though quivers still passed visibly through her body.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” she said with a gentler look, but no concern for his well-being. She smiled as she reached over and grabbed his crotch. “Got something else for me in there?” Manhandling his package, she sighed with appreciation. “Yeah, I think you do! Get out!” she said as she opened her door, pushed a button to open the tailgate, and got out.
He got out and followed her to the rear of her car. Looking around, he realized he was on the roof of a parking garage, with the moonless night allowing the stars to claim the dark sky.
The tailgate had split open with a small ledge folding down while the main door went up. She pulled a blanket from inside, spread it on the ledge, and sat with her legs spread wide. He smiled at the sight of her beautifully bare pussy, plump lips shiny with her arousal and an open slit from which bits of her inner folds peeked.
“C’mon, baby! Stuff my dripping wet cunt with that hard cock,” she commanded as she reached for the waist of his jeans and deftly had them and his boxers down to his knees in seconds.
He stepped forward, bent his knees to adjust for their height difference and guided the tip of his cock into her juicy hole. Once in, he rammed it home to her loud gasp, but the tailgate stopped him before the last inch penetrated. Seeing he had more to give, she shifted forward, and the next thrust reached deeper.
“Oh yeah! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!” she begged as she lay back on her elbows and watched his shaft split her lips apart, while they clung to his retreating stiff cock.
Leaning forward, he pushed her camisole up to expose her tasty tits. Each hand claimed one with a firm grip, fingertips pinching the hard pebbles of her erect nipples.
For once she was silent; no more demands, only grunts and gasps as he pummeled her pussy. Eventually, she lay all the way back and with her feet on the edge of the tailgate, she lifted her hips, countering each of his thrusts with one of her own. He held on a long as he could but the end was inevitable and he jerked his cock into her seething slot with each pulse of his discharge.
She also came on the fourth and final lunge, her body shaking freely, no longer confined in the driver’s seat. Taking back a bit of control, he prolonged her pleasure with fingers in her slit and one pressing on the back door button.
“Mmm, I’d love to have you back there, baby, but I’d need some serious lube to get this in my ass!” she said as she sat up enough to take hold of his shrinking cock. “But you can cum in the front door again!” she said, sitting up and taking firm hold of his dick with one hand while the other cradled his sac, not-so-gently manipulating the tender trove.
She pushed him back so she could stand and, turning them around, had him sitting in the wet mess they’d left on the blanket. Keeping one hand on his balls, she guided him into her mouth with the other and tasted them both on his sticky stick. Sucking and licking, she brought him back, deep throating when he was big enough to reach the back of her throat.
“You stay right where you are, baby,” she said when he moved to get up.
With the moves of an Olympic gymnast, she jumped on top of him and, squatting above, lowered herself till his steely shaft was just inside. Her mouth opened wide, and he grunted when she sat hard. On her knees now, she put her hands on his shoulders as she bounced in his lap impaled on his thick dick.
Seeing her tits bouncing in sync to her ride, he grabbed her camisole and yanked it up and off. Taking a handful of tit in each he squeezed, mashed, pinched, and licked each jiggling orb, while she discovered how much longer he was going to last this time around.
“Ungh! God! Oh! Yeah! Fuck! Me!” she grunted on each penetration, cumming quicker than she expected.
Her energy nearly expended, he helped her out by thrusting his hips up into her dripping pussy. Relinquishing his hold on her bouncing breasts, he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her down to meet each upward lunge, a loud slap the result of the collision.
She let him take charge as she climbed inexorably to another climax while still reeling from the first. One bled into the other as her body trembled. Her fingers dug into his shoulders just trying to hang on until, finally, she felt the throbbing in his cock as it pumped his seed deep inside.
They stayed in place, supporting each other but offering no comfort or affection. As they began to breathe normally, she climbed off him and the back of the car, reaching for her camisole. She pulled it over her head as she retrieved her jeans and panties from the floor of the front seat. She put them on as though nothing had happened and pointed at his pants, now around his ankles from the workout, indicating he should pull them up.
She stood by, still silent as he fastened his belt and then started walking toward a door. He followed, only now noticing the high-rise condo the parking garage was attached to. The door led into a brightly lit lobby with a bank of three elevators, and she pushed the down button to call one of them.
It didn’t take long to arrive, but her silence continued, and given her control of most of the encounter, he assumed she’d tell him what he needed to do next when it was time to do it. They stepped into the mahogany-panelled elevator when the shiny steel doors parted, and she pushed the button to close them, impatient to wait for them to do so on their own.
The digital readout told him they’d started on the fifth floor and their destination was the first. An almost motionless smooth ride ended, and the doors parted again. She walked out, and he followed, but as he came to stand beside her, she got back on the elevator.
“Thank you,” she said with a small smile as she pushed a button for her escape.
“Wait! I don’t even know your name!” he said in confusion.
“I know,” she said as the door closed.
He shook his head and looked for a way out. Hearing the door lock upon his exit, he wondered if it had all been for real. Looking up and down the street, he recognized the bus stop he’d been sitting at when she drove up just a block away and headed toward it. Stopping to look up at the tall building with a few windows lit at this early morning hour, he wondered if she was looking down at him at the same time.
‘Probably not,’ he thought, and walked on.
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How often have you dreamed of such an encounter? Maybe this story will generate another such dream for you! I hope you enjoyed this short, sexy interlude and will 'Like,' 'Favorite,' and/or comment if you did, and ... THANKS FOR READING!!
