As always: Everybody is over 18, all parties are consenting, and this particular work is fiction. Comments are welcome. Enjoy.
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We decided when we started our tour across country that we were off limits to each other. To that end, we had been good. But after spending so much time in a car together, we had devolved into open and honest conversation, spent a lot of time talking about what we liked and didn't like, and what worked and didn't work. We hadn't touched each other, but we were intimate. Several stops across the country had even resulted in one of us having a late night tryst in the car while the other stood watch. We were past the point of awkward, and past the point of shy. Several hotel stops had seen us both naked around the room, carrying on as if nothing was amiss.
This stop, however, was more intense than usual. We had stopped for a couple of days in a medium sized eastern city, traveling up the coast to visit Maine before we cut across the northern side of the States. Rather than head to the hotel, we went out to one of the local clubs, figuring we should see the sights wherever we can. We found some small club towards the edge of the strip, the kind that doesn't stand out, but is surrounded by enough night life business to always have people coming in and out, and we decided we'd try it.
Several hours later saw me leaving the club with Emily, and you nowhere to be found. We had decided against common sense some time ago, and split up to find someone to take back to the room for the night, thinking that one of us would at least get lucky. Emily was a gorgeous woman, a bit over 5'6" without the heels, medium length brunette hair and dressed to party in a skirt and a midriff tank top that popped her ample C-cups into your sight, all matched with the eye of someone looking to impress. She and I had bumped into each other, quite literally, and despite initially poking fun at me for generally poor dancing, we had actually hit it off. We had spent a few hours alternating between chatting about who we were and where we were in life, and downright provocative dancing on the floor. Not having anywhere to take her home to, and not having seen you for a long while, I assumed the only place private we had was the car, and while I was initially joking when I suggested it, Emily was surprisingly game.
So, arm in arm, we staggered out of the club, pausing a moment or two to press each other against the alley wall to make out as we headed towards the parking lot. Here we got lucky. The nightlife in this city had apparently all sprung up around the same time, so rather than having clubs and bars with individual parking lots, there were just a couple of large lots, shared by the businesses around them. They were more than easy enough to get lost in, and being from out of town and late to the night, we had actually parked somewhere in the back, away from the bulk of the streetlights. It took me a few minutes to find the car with Emily in tow, but once we did, we were quick to fall into the back seat of the sedan.
Our tongues intertwined as I pulled her close, my hands sliding along her body. One held her head against mine, as the other drifted to her ass. She spent only a few moments reciprocating the attention, before stopping to work her feet out of her heels. That done, she swung a leg over me to straddle me in the middle of the seat. Her hands worked at my shirt, trying to undo the buttons while I reached around to her backside again. This time, I hiked her skirt up, exposing a pale colored thong. With her skirt up, though, she was able to drop down onto me to grind into my lap, pausing only to let me shimmy out of my now undone shirt. I returned the favour, my hands up her backside, this time under her tank top, looking to pull it off this time. It took some creative wriggling on her part, but she was soon out of it, the faint light from the windows illuminating her partially exposed top. She bent down a bit to stay out of the light and thrust her hips down onto me, feeling me pressed up against her panties. She stopped again to draw a ragged breath.
"You DO have a condom, right? I mean I don't mind being a bit wild, but, you know..." The look on her face right in front of mine was one of absolute lust, suddenly tinged with a fear that we would have to quit. But I could hear myself respond with the same breathless tone, "Yeah, wallet. It's pretty new. glad one of us remembered." She muttered some words of relief before she began grinding onto me again, dipping low to bite and kiss at my neck. I wrapped my arms around her and took advantage of the intimacy of the confined space, grabbing a double handful of her toned ass and massaging the tight flesh. The feeling of her grinding was driving me wild, and that I could feel the warmth of her through my denim told me she felt the same. But soon enough, she swung back off me. I was eager to finish getting disrobed, at least enough to continue, and as I lifted myself off the seat and worked at my jeans, she nudged me over to one side. I managed to do both things at once in the tight space, and had gotten my pants down past my own hips, dragging my boxers with me before she leaned over me from the middle of the seat. Emily placed one small hand upon my newly exposed cock, and guided my ass back into the seat. She was gentle and deft as she stroked me, her tongue once again in my mouth. Holding herself in front of me, she tells me she'll take care of the rest. I watch hungrily as she flips her hair out of the way, over to the far side of her so I can watch, and she lowers her mouth onto my cock. Slowly at first, as if she's savoring the feeling, she keeps her lips wrapped gently around the head, probing the tip with her tongue.
Her hand gently strokes me a few more times, spreading her spit all along me, before it disappears out of my view. I'm barely registering anything now beyond the sight and feel of her lips as she sinks down, taking half of me into her mouth. She gags a bit past this point, and pulls back, sucking on me the whole way up. Her tempo picks up from there, using only her mouth to please me, bobbing down as far as she can and coming back up. I'm to engrossed in her work to think about where her hands went or what they were doing, but I can feel, in the back of my brain, that she's tugging at my shoe laces and slipping them off my feet. Of course I did nothing to stop her, I focused instead on trying not to thrust up into her, trying not to force more of me down her throat than she was expecting. She stops bobbing to hold me in her mouth, using her tongue to swirl around my sensitive underside, and I feel her working my pants legs off, leaving me naked in my own car, but she is back to sucking as much of me down as she can soon enough. At this point, I have a hand on her head, holding her hair out of the way, and she twists just enough to look at me and wink as she dives down again, this time slowly and deliberately working to overcome her gag reflex, she manages for a moment to take nearly all of me in.