When we get back from our lunch, the urge to kiss you almost overwhelms me. I repress it as much as possible because we’re trying to be good, and should our lips touch I don’t think I could do that anymore…be good. I walk you to your car and you do kiss me then, a light one, but one that lingers, and when you pull away but don’t move away, I go in for a second. Your hand on the small of my back holds me to you, so I know you’re not done even though you lean away again.
I gaze into your beautiful eyes…
You reach your hands up to my face, and hold it for a moment. Gazing longingly. You want it. You don’t think you deserve it, or there’s still some misguided guilt. I take your hand in mine for a moment, then grab your wrist, wrapping my hand around both of your wrists. I move toward you, moving you back to the side of your Jeep.
You gasp slightly when the bare skin just above your jeans and below your shirt touches the cool vehicle, but arch your back and press your breasts into my chest, as I lift your arms over your head and hold your wrists against the Jeep.
With my free hand I tuck a curl of hair behind your ear, brush my fingers along your cheek and neck, slide down your arm, trace circles around your erect nipples, then follow it down, over your belt buckle, and my hand comes to rest on your mound, pressing your jeans against you. Your lips part and your eyelids flutter and I know I’ve found the exact right spot.
I lean forward, my warm breath against your ear. I nibble on your earlobe and whisper how sexy you are, that I’ve wanted you all day, that I can hardly stand it. I kiss your neck, your cheeks, the corners of your mouth, I linger just above your lips but don’t touch them. I tease the desire out of you, whispering about how warm your pussy is, how I can feel it through your jeans.
I nibble down your neck, and glance around, thankful you parked in a secluded area of the parking lot.
I open the back door of your Jeep and turn you around, now holding your wrists between your breasts, with my one arm wrapped around you. My other, down below, hand between your legs, rubbing your pussy through your jeans from behind. Bending you over. I kiss and nibble on that little V of hair on the back of your neck.
I ask you what you want, and you can barely say it, as though you’ve forgotten language itself. But then the words come: “I want you to fuck me…”
“What?” I ask though I know EXACTLY what you said.
“I NEED you to fuck me.”
How can I not? I yank your belt open and slide my hand down the back of your jeans, feeling your soft ass against the palm of my hand, sliding deeper until I can feel the wetness. I pull both the jeans and panties all the way down, around your ankles, putting your gorgeous ass on display for anyone who happens to wander into this area of the lot.
I unleash my cock, and poke it gently between your swollen lips, and the wetness inviting me to slide it all the way in, deep into your pussy, not a bit of resistance, just a sharp exhale, and I notice you biting your lower lip. I know you want it harder, faster, but there’ll be time for that; for now, slow, rhythmic, our hips rocking together as you lean over the back seat of your Jeep, arms above you again, held down by my right hand.
Your shirt’s pulled up a bit in back, and I notice small beads of sweat appearing as your muscles tense and loosen, tense and loosen. ”Oh yes, fuck me…” you say, a whisper of affirmation, to instill confidence that this is absolutely what you want. Inside, I feel your toned kegel muscles grabbing and releasing, milking my cock.
I let go of your wrists and you straighten up against me, pressing your back into my chest, leaning your head back into my shoulder, and turning, so finally our lips meet and our tongues dance. The kiss gets stronger, harder, as you let your right hand drift down to your pussy, two fingers on your clit, and two down further, rubbing against my ferenulum, pressing harder and harder.
You say something, but it’s too quiet for me to hear, there’s a tinge of nervousness along with it. I slow, and wait for you to repeat yourself, you know what you want. ”I want it in my ass…” I ask if you’re sure. ”Give it to me,” you say. I pull my cock out slowly, rubbing it against the top of your pussy, dragging it across your gspot and circling with it. Without warning, a gush of fluid bursts forth. It drips down your legs and immediately soaks the panties around your ankles.
I kneel behind you, spreading your ass cheeks, eye to eye with your backdoor star. I run my finger around your asshole, pressing into it lightly, but not inserting, then my tongue, small circles, a little pressure, a little insertion, using the lube that you made yourself that’s literally DRIPPING from your yawning pussy. ”Stop teasing and put it in me already!”
How can I argue with that? I stand and slide my cock back into your pussy, soaking it with the soft and glorious essence of your sex. Then I press the head of my cock into your hungry asshole. You sharply inhale and bite your lip, but when the head passes, it slides in smooth. You let out a squeal of delight and tell me “nothing’s ever filled me like that!”
Your fingers dig into your pussy as I slide in and out, speeding up and moving deeper with every thrust. My hands explore your tits, freed at some point by you as I gave you my tongue lashing in back. Your nipples are hard, your tits are firm, I hold them, pulling them and you closer to my chest as my cock slides in and out of your ass.
“I’m going to cum soon,” I tell you, and you turn your head back and whisper “I want it inside me, fill me up!”
“Are you sure?” I ask, you bite your lip and nod.
I unload into you, strong, powerful, tremors of joy at this act that’s been far too long in the offing. When you feel my jizm inside, it triggers something primal and you gush again, stronger, wetter, jeans soaked now as well. I slide out as my erection wanes, turn you around, kissing you deeply.
You’ve luckily brought a spare pair of jeans. ”Just so happened to bring ‘em, eh?” I ask.
“Never know what might happen,” you say, innocent expression on your face.
I watch you slide into them, pantiless, and ask if you want me to take you somewhere to clean up. You tell me no. ”I want to feel you inside me as I work…”
Before you zip up, your reach your hand down, and slide the first two fingers deep inside your pussy, pulling it back out and pressing them against my lips. I suck on your fingers, taking every last bit of your amazing flavor mingling with mine. I want to remember it for the rest of the day as well.
When we finally do part, to go back to work, over an hour late each of us, it’s not with a goodbye, or another kiss, but a simple glance across the parking lot. You hold your thumb and pinky up to your head and mouth “Call Me,” my phone is already out by the time I get in the car. ’Till another rendezvous.
I lick my lips.