My boyfriend, Ned, who is around five years older, told me to get ready for a date night he had planned. With much excitement, I got ready. I wanted something very tight and revealing, I picked out a mini dress with spaghetti straps with a low-cut neckline that showed off my curves, my back, and most of my cleavage. I had black patent leather heels with red bottoms on and a pair of black fishnets that went up to just above the knee. My hair was in an elegant bun with small, loose curls framing my face.
At the end of the date, Ned took us to a familiar spot, the golf club car park. It may not seem like much, but it was a beloved place between us both.
Our favorite thing to do in those days was drive up to the car park in the woods near the golf center and fool around with the lights on, Ned used to lie naked in his backseat, and I would be on top of him, naked, laughing and whispering as we heard other cars pull into the parking lot behind us.
When parking the vehicle, I immediately could feel Ned's hands exploring every inch of me as we lay there together in his car, our bodies intertwined in passion and desire. His lips moved against mine, exploring them as if for the first time each time they met again. His fingertips delicately traced patterns across my skin, sending shockwaves. Once it got fairly late in the night, Ned drove me home.
During the peaceful drive, I couldn't help but remember that one day, Ned grabbed me by the neck and roughly pulled me out of the car, his leather belt still in his hand. His cold gaze met mine, and I shivered in anticipation of what would come. He bent my body over the hood of his car and bound my wrists with his belt, pressing them tightly together and securing them in a way that made it impossible for me to escape. The smell of oil and gasoline filled my nostrils as Ned nestled up against me. I felt utterly vulnerable but strangely alive as if an electric current was running through my veins. He whispered words of reassurance into my ear as he started to thrust deep within me. Cars drove past us slowly, probably staring at our compromising situation. It shocked me how much pleasure I could feel at someone witnessing us like this; it pushed my excitement even further. As each car passed, we were a little more daring and adventurous until we were finally finished. We laughed as we dressed quickly, just in case another vehicle would turn up at any moment, before heading home in high spirits. When we arrived at my house, we kissed good night.
Few days later, we met again and had fun in the car park, when we were driving back home, Ned mentioned on Friday nights people organise bukkake meets in the car park. I had never heard of it before and immediately asked him if he'd ever been. He sheepishly nodded yes, and neither of us said a word for a good minute before I blurted out, "Do you want to go?"
My stomach twisted into knots as soon as the words escaped my lips; my face must have instantly flushed because Ned stared at me in shock. His gaze softened, and he answered, "Yes."
That night I couldn't sleep. I was full of nerves and excitement as I thought of an outfit for my first bukkake. I wanted something that was sexy yet comfortable, something that would make me feel confident and in control. After some deliberation, I finally settled on a black crop top with a white lace trim and matching shorts that showed off my midriff. I added a pair of white knee-high boots with chunky heels to compliment the outfit. To complete the look, I threw on a long black leather jacket to keep me warm outside and topped it off with gold hoop earrings and bangles.
