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.
When she comes back up, her hand closest to me comes between us both to hold her up and grip my hard shaft. She squeezes and strokes slowly, enjoying the feel of it. With my reprieve, my senses come back enough to reach out and unclasp her bra with my free hand, setting her breasts free. Emily isn't paying attention to my hands though, and now that I'm present enough to look around, I can see why. While one hand strokes me, the other is attentive to her pussy, and I can see over the crest of her ass her thong is now pushed to one side. Involuntarily I shudder, pushing up into her mouth slightly, and bringing her attention back to me. We lock eyes for a moment again before she sits up and unzips her skirt, shimmying out of it and over towards me, while I simultaneously scoot towards her. As soon as she's free of both her skirt and thong she straddles me again, my hard shaft now straight up between us. She is bent over me with her hips thrust out, so I can feel my cock is just teasing her clit, rubbing up against it as she grinds on me slightly.
I cannot focus on anything but this wanting woman in my lap, leaning in to take a taste of her breasts, biting and sucking on her nipple while I feel around for my pants, and the wallet therein. Working in such a tight space made it hard to pull my jeans up off the floor, and Emily makes it hard by bringing her hips down to my lap, sitting astride me in the back seat. My cock is wedged between myself and her slick pussy as she rubs herself along my shaft, that focal point being the only point of us to have any meaningful contact. But despite my distractions, the hem of my pants are not too far, and I soon seize them and fish out my wallet and the condom therein. I wrap my right hand around her waist, pinning her sopping gash up against the length of my dick and I hold her there as I fumble briefly with the condom wrapper. I watch her eyes flutter as she holds still and feels me throb against her clit. Just as I am raising the wrapper to my mouth to tear it open, she spies something out the rear window behind me and ducks down below the light, flattening herself against me as much as she can, a nervous laugh following a string of whispered swearing.
I follow suit as best I can, sliding down in the seat and pulling her with me. She is still positioned so that she can feel me pressed up against her, pulsing with our elevated heartbeats; and her breathing, while filled with pleading requests that they move on, is still ragged with desire. I keep her tight and twist around to look.
Two figures, made out through a steamy window, appear to be going from car to car, leaning in the windows and fiddling with door handles. They are moving between the rows of cars, pausing seemingly at random, as if searching for something. Soon they are only a row behind and I hear one of them, a female, call out that she found what they were looking for. With Emily still alternating between swearing and panting, I can't help but laugh briefly. I recognized your voice when you called out, and it seems like, for better or worse, you were looking to do what I had beat you to. Fortunately for Emily and I, you and your partner recognize the signs of a vehicle in use and stop short of actually opening the door. While I whisper to my lover that while we were certainly caught, we were not likely to be in any real trouble. I hear you outside, also explaining the situation to a frustrated response. The car rocks briefly as you silence your partner by pulling him against you, pinning yourself between the car and him.
Meanwhile, I pulled Emily up, grabbing her gently by her hair. I thrust myself up along her clit and ask her if she wants to continue. She closes her eyes and grinds against me, teasing us both with the sensation of our near union. I cannot help but push up off the seat slightly, the alcohol and my own desire begging silently that she not be freaked out by the situation. Turning to glance out the window, she appears to be sizing up the pair outside. I cannot help but lean over a moment to watch as your lover mauls your breasts, hiking your tank top up over your bra in the process. I cannot help but throb a little harder hearing you moan. I don't doubt for a moment that you had considered letting him take you up against the car. I feel like Emily reached a similar conclusion when she looks back to me. Only slightly hesitant, she asks, "You said you two were pretty close, right?"
