For our first meeting I have decided to drive you from your home in London down to the south coast for the weekend. Even tough it was early evening and the traffic was quite light this journey took us at lot longer than it should have done. Not that we had any car problems, as my car is very reliable! Our problem was more the fact that as it was our first meeting, we soon couldn't control ourselves.
I had arranged to pick you up from a secret rendesvous point (away from praying eyes of anybody that might know you) You were instructed to stand at the side of a bus stop and await the arrival of a Blue BMW, the driver will stop, then wind down his window and ask you for directions.
You patiently stand on the pavement scanning every car that passes just in case it contains somebody that might recognise you, praying under your breath that I would not be late. You check your watch it's almost Quarter past and as you look back up at the road a blue car pulls over to the curb, the electric window opens, you look around to see who is watching you before approaching the car.
"Excuse me sexy lady, but could you give me directions to the YMCA in Wimbledon," The driver asks.
"No but I know where it is would you like me to show you?" you reply in a voice loud enough to be overheard by other people in the bus queue.
And without waiting for a reply as you realise that the driver must be Emu you open the door and jump in, fastening your seat belt as quickly as possible so that we can be on our way.
I pull away from the curb in silence, we had talked many times on the phone and are always chatting on-line via msn but this was the first time we had actually met. In order to break the Ice I tried to make conversation, feeling as if I knew all about you but still finding it hard to talk face to face.
General chit chat at first but as usual our conversation did not take long before getting round to the subject of sex and before we got very far I asked you what you were wearing under the very short tight leather skirt that you had chosen for our meeting.
I had checked you out as you climbed into the car to see what you were wearing. You had chosen a white silk blouse with sheer sleeves, which hinted at the tiny white bra that you are wearing underneath, a short black leather skirt and heels, and just to complete your outfit, you have worn an attractive short black leather jacket.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," You reply with a wicked grin.
"That's easy," I say as I reach down and stuck my hand upon your leg just above the knee, expecting you to object.
When I got no reaction I allowed my hand to creep along the inside of your tights clad thigh up between your legs right up to your crotch. You had dressed for the occasion!! As you were not wearing tights as I had first thought but had in fact put on lacy-topped stockings, I could feel the clips of the suspender belt as I allowed my hand to discover that the front of your little panties were also made of lace.
"I assume this is a thong," I say as I pull at the gusset to allow my fingers to gain access to the prize inside!
"I am sure you will find out the answer to that question in due course," you reply with a giggle.
As my fingers search for the entrance to your shaven pussy I can feel that all of your rings were in place, two in your labia with a thicker larger one down through your clit hood. You shift within the car seat spreading your legs further apart to allow me easier access to your moist little hole.
I allow my fingers to play with the ring in your hood trying not to catch your clit, thus prolonging your anticipation. Your juices were flowing quite readily by now and I was finding it harder and harder to concentrate upon the road ahead. Wishing that I could just pull over right here in the suburbs of London and Fuck your brains out.
We were soon on the A3 heading away from Tolworth tower, where the road opens out into a dual carriageway. You decide to up the tempo and reach over to unzip my fly, I move over to the inside lane reducing my speed as you reach inside my pants and take out my cock, which had become very hard! You slowly start to rub it up and down as my mind works over time trying to think of a place to pull over.
It has been a long time since I have been given a good hand job in the car, not since before bloody seatbelts became law in the UK. My hand was now back on your leg playing with your suspender belt strap as if it had remained touching your pussy I would have cum all over the dashboard!!
I am sure you were well aware of this as again you upped the tempo of your slow hand wank,
I said, "Careful if you don't stop that I'm going to have an accident!"
I was already nearing a climax; my fingers now back deep inside your soaking pussy. To my surprise and relief you leaned over and took my cock deep into your mouth. It was too much for me to handle, as almost immediately I obliged you with a load of cum to swallow. You gulped down the hot salty seamen not wanting to spill a drop, licking the last of drops of cum from the head of my shaft before innocently sitting back upright in your seat.
"That was wonderful! You really are an Angel," I said as I turned to look at you.
You just smirked like a Cheshire cat that had just got the cream!
"Open your legs as wide as you can,” I said, “So I can return the favor and finger you more easily until I find somewhere to pull over".
You jig about in your seat trying to hitch up your tight skirt to order to allow you to open your legs as far apart as they will go in this confined space. We were almost at the junction with the M3 when I remembered the truckers café in the woods just on the slip road back onto the A3 the other side of the roundabout, by now it was starting to get dark.
I knew this area well and opted to take the small side road to the left of the café before turning right into the second wooded car park area, as this was separate from the café clearing. I drove as deep as I could away from the road into a darkened area and switched off the engine.
I unclipped my seat belt before turning to kiss you, as I did so I was now running my hand up and down your now dripping pussy. I kept fingering you teasing your rings, catching your clit every now and then as I slipped my fingers deep inside until you were so juicy & wet, that your skirt was getting soaked. You in turn were stroking my cock again.
Not wishing to get any telltale marks on my upholstery for Jane to find (the back seat is still stained from christening the car with her some months back, when I could not reach the glove box for some tissues!), I tell you to climb out into the woods.
You are made to lean over the bonnet of my car spread-eagle, face down while I go to the boot to grab my custom made straps. First I fit a strap to each of your wrists and tie them to the wing mirrors of the car next your legs are held apart with a spreader bar that was also conveniently in the boot! I then drop down to my knees and stuck my head up your skirt running my tongue up the inside of your stocking clad leg and then licking your juices from the inside of your thigh.
Running my tongue from the back of your knees you can feel your stocking dampening as I approach up to your arse cheeks and linger along your arse crack before spreading your arse-cheeks wide, pulling your panties to one side I bury my tongue deep into your dripping pussy. Soon I am playing with your clitoris in my mouth, my tongue licking up and down your silky smooth slit before rolling it up and teasing against your little brown hole. It must feel good to you as I can feel your body tensing up, as you pull hard against your restraints as I bury my tongue deeper into your little hole, before turning my attention back to your swollen lips, rolling my tongue again so I can fuck your sweet pussy, teasing you closer and closer to your impending climax.
Sensing you are close now I insert my index finger deep into your bottom sucking hard upon your clit at the same time, it's all too much for you as you scream out in ecstasy, fortunately drowned out by the constant drone of traffic noise from the adjacent motorway. Your body is twisting as you moan and shudder to your orgasm as your juices flow from within you they are greedily lapped up by my awaiting tongue.
I stand up quickly and before you can catch your breath I drop my trousers and tear away the flimsy thong that has become wedged deep between your cheeks, ramming my cock as deep into your pussy as it will go. My cock is rock hard, as I pump in and out of you furiously I cant last long before I shoot my load deep inside you, as I cum you also climax again, your pussy contracting tightly gripping my rod in a vice like grip, milking all of my hot creamy spunk deep into your sexy body.
I untie you and spin you round, the bar between your ankles causing you to fall to your knees. I present you with my cock to clean. You happily take it deep into your mouth swallowing my head down your throat almost choking in your haste to please. We are both startled by the sound of voices as a dog rushes from the shadow of the trees.
Quickly you reach down to release your self from the spreader bar as I hastily try to hide my cock back inside my trousers. You stand up, kicking the bar under my car as you do so, grabbing hold of me and passionately kissing me in a tight embrace as an elderly couple follows their dog into the clearing. I run my hands up the rear of your thighs catching the hem of your short skirt purposely hitching it up to display your bare arse to our spectators, you bite my tongue in protest as you feel your flesh being exposed.
The couple looks away in disgust muttering about the cheek of the younger generation, you snigger thinking back to how you had just been tied across the bonnet of my car in the middle of a mild bondage session, only too glad that the couple had not arrived earlier. Your mind is focused back to the present, as one of my hands finds your soaking pussy again. You shudder as my finger enters you but you are far too aware that we are still not alone to relax.
I notice your torn thong on the ground; I pick it up in order to use your black lace panties to wipe your pussy dry. (I will have to get a box of tissues!) As the old couple walks away toward the road I retrieve my spreader bar from under the car whilst opening the car door to allow you to climb back inside, before walking around to the driver's side, climbing in and starting up the engine.
You flap down the sun visor and look at yourself in the vanity mirror. You run a hand through your hair, making sure that it is still in place. Taking a deep breath, you again wonder if this meeting was really such a good idea after all! You adjust your silk blouse, tug at your leather skirt and take a white pair of high leg panties from out of your bag.
"I thought I might need a spare pair," you say with a smirk as you try to slip them over your feet kicking off your shoes to make things easier.
"Don't bother with them," I reply, but it's to late as they are already climbing your legs to hide your forbidden fruit once more.
The Hotel I had booked (as discussed earlier in afternoon, when I had called you to arrange this rendesvous, using our mobile phones so that the call could not be traced to either home alerting your husband or my wife of our intended affair) was located away from the centre of town. Out of the way just in case any body should recognise us, it will be a convenient place for both parties to get to know each other better. However just in case anybody should see us together I drop you at the side of the road just before the Hotel and drive off to park the car so we can appear to arrive separately.
Drawing your breath in you stick out your chest making your breasts more pronounced under your leather jacket, just in case any blokes should be watching you as you walk across the foyer to lady on the Reception desk.
