Two seconds after answering your phone, my voice softly came through the line. "Meet me in the school parking lot in ten minutes," I commanded and then hung up. You haphazardly snatched on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, jumped into your car, and raced towards my high school. Though nothing had been said remotely sexual, your cock already showed signs of bulging. Every inch of muscle and flesh within your body felt as if electricity was ripping through it. To help your erection grow, you slightly rubbed it through the jeans of your pants. Feeling it stiffen, a slight and low growl rumbled through your body.
Being a few hours late for school due to a doctor's appointment, the parking lot was empty, with the exception of city workers at the back entrance; they were cutting down tree limbs. As I pulled into a parking space next to your car, I could feel myself heat up, my face flushing and my pussy creaming. Sounds of car doors opening and closing were heard, but all that I remember is that I seemed to float to the place you were standing—to the side of your vehicle—and into your arms. We said nothing to one another, but the passion flowing through our bodies was a language of its own. With bodies pressed together, your lips touched my own, your tongue searching my mouth, open and sloppy but full of heat and power.
Taking a step back allowed you to rest against the car, but did not interrupt our kissing frenzy. Without really thinking about it, my left hand wandered down to cock and gave it a few squeezes from outside the fabric it was trapped in. Then it wiggled into your pants, finding your penis to be warm and hard, and ready to be played with. Feeling my hand caressing your cock caused you to moan into my mouth, a sound that, for some unknown reason, made my nipples turn rock hard.
Though we were still out in the open, with the temperature in the high 30s, I allowed you to slip my sweater off, followed by my bra. Pinching and stroking my already erect nipples, I was excited to suddenly find your mouth sucking and lapping them as a dog does liquid from his water bowl. My head rolled back, making it perfectly clear that I was enjoying the attention you paid to my titties.
"Let me have your cock," I begged, flashing a needy look with my eyes. Dropping your pants, you ordered that I suck it as if I was put on this earth to do no other task. First I licked all sides to get them wet, and then worked your cock into my mouth. My tongue licked and swished back and forth, up and down, and my throat muscles gulped the cock, giving it a grip like sensation. It seemed as if I sucked harder than I had ever done before, but I had a fever for your cock and wanted it so fucking bad. Within only a few minutes, your hands were holding on to my head while your pelvis thrusted back and forth, cock fucking my face with veracity you had never used before.
To have cum dripping down my face that could be slurped up by your tongue was my goal of this particular blowjob, but your cock was pulled out before I could make you cum. "This first wad is for your cunt, whore. After that, we'll work on squirting cum onto those beautiful tits and that slutty face," you said in reply to my protest, "now be a good girl and strip down completely. Yes, I do mean right here, in this parking lot, even with those city workers clearly able to see your naked body." What could I do but obey?
The cold air hit my otherwise warm body, stealing the security of my clothes. Nevertheless, I was excited tremendously that others could see my slutty sex acts, that I was going to fuck this gorgeous man in the school parking lot, and that he was treating me like a bitch. My pussy was more than wet and the juices were running down the sides of my thighs as proof.
