They met at the pub.
Her boy friend was being a shit and she escaped, determined she wouldn't go back, determined to be fucked before the night ended, just to spite him.
Three weeks previously his partner had moved out, trading him for a richer model. She'd left him with her cat and a nasty taste he was slowly coming to terms with
They found each other at the bar, she sat on a stool next to him. He bought her a drink and they talked, exchanged their news about their partners, had a little commiseration, an ironic laugh and another drink. The conversation extended to be about them selves and became more optimistic and enjoyably sexual. He touched her knee, felt the warmth through the tights and she lay her hand on his knee. They leaned in and kissed. She'd checked his package and saw the impressive length.
Excusing her self, she used his knees to push her self up with, trailed her hand over his penis and went to the ladies. He took the opportunity too. As they were returning they met, he moved in front and held her as they kissed again, a deep searching kiss. They broke and returned to their stools.
"Much better," he confided.
"Mm. Yes, much better." She reached to him, some thing in her hand and gave it to him. He took it, surprised when he saw it was her panties. He looked at her and she grinned at him. She surreptitiously lifted her knees and spread them, just for him. Her tights were gone too. He saw her thighs disappear into darkness.
She giggled, her eyes, so alive, watched his and she leaned forward, allowed her scooped shirt to balloon forward to show him her bra had gone too.
"Shall we go?" he asked. She gave a nod. They stood and kissed, he wrapped her into a tight hug, and then they walked, holding hands, out of the bar to the car park. He opened the door for her and before she got in she held him, a hand on each side of his face and kissed him. She pushed a hand down his pants and grasped his penis to hold it for a moment. Then she showed him her breasts as she leaned forward, sat in the car, lifted her knees high and gave him a slow, delicious flash as she pulled her legs around. He closed her door and went to his, got in, kissed her quickly and started the car.
She moved to lean up against him and gave another long kiss, the one he'd given was hardly satisfactory. As they kissed he put his hand up her skirt and touched between her spread thighs. She kissed him harder as he felt her. When he removed his fingers he put them in his mouth to taste.
"Let's go," she urged as she saw the delight on his face. They moved out of the car park, she put her head on his shoulder and her hand in his lap. As he drove she took the handle of his zip and lowered it. He smiled at her. She tried to put her hand inside. It wasn't easy. She withdrew to undo his belt and the button, splayed his pants open and quickly had his penis out, thumping in her hand.
"Mm." she whispered, "I want it. I want to blow it," and she blew her hot breath into his ear. He pulled up at traffic lights. She took the opportunity to kiss him and her head swooped down to take him in her mouth. He leaned to her, lifted her skirt with one hand and with the other he held her head. She pulled his balls out, tucked his underwear under them and ran her fingers over the stretched skin. Already she knew how she could care for him, his balls needed a shave. He was going to touch her wetness again but the lights changed and the car behind was impatient.
He drove slowly as she explored him, felt the textures with her tongue and delighted in the throb in her mouth. She began to bob her head. His body stiffened. A little more suction and her hands fondled his balls. He pulled over and found a park.
"Lay back your seat," she whispered. His hand went to the adjustment and gave it a turn. She stroked while he did, one hand gliding the skin from one end to the other. With a finger she tapped his hip and he lifted as she pushed his pants down past his knees. She found her phone. God, he was beautiful. She felt his hand under her shirt close on her breast. She resumed bobbing again and the flash of the phone's camera lit up the inside of the car. Gentle, patient, her lips slid on the skin as he curled her hair with his fingers and massaged her breast with his other hand. She lengthened the stroke, his penis going deeper and then her mouth rose until it held only the head which she polished with her tongue. His penis throbbed and he moaned. He squeezed her breast and curled her hair tighter with his fingers.