I'd caught them by chance one morning. Running late to the gym, I'd sped through the parking lot and spotted a couple illuminated by my headlights. Locked in passionate embrace, they didn't notice me watching them from my car, parked across the aisle.
They'd kissed, hands roaming and grabbing at each other. Finally, he'd pulled away, then turned her around abruptly and lifted her dress, revealing her panty-covered ass. Sinking into a squat behind her, he'd kissed her cheeks while her laughter rang out through the parking lot. They'd kissed again before getting into their own vehicles and driving away. Curious.
I watch for them over the next few days. They meet here every morning. Most days, he gets here first, parks his truck and waits. She pulls up a few minutes later, a huge smile on her face. They climb into his backseat and spend twenty or thirty minutes together. They're always disheveled and grinning like idiots when they climb out again. They kiss for another few minutes, then go their separate ways.
I have so many questions, but mostly I just want a closer look.
Feeling particularly brave one day, I park in a different spot so my walk into the gym will take me right by his truck. Closing the door quietly, I creep closer. I can't see her, but he's facing me so I slip around the back so I can peer into the rear passenger window.
Holy shit. I grip my gym bag and swallow hard. She's laying back on the seat, her blonde hair fanned out around her, her tits hanging out of her tank top. They're spectacular; big, white globes tipped with sweet, pink nipples I'm suddenly longing to get between my teeth. He's kneeling between her open legs, his mouth latched onto her pussy. I watch, fascinated, as her hips buck off the seat and I hear her scream of ecstasy before she slaps a hand over her mouth. He looks up at her and she shakes her head quickly. He lowers his head to her pussy again and she thrusts her fingers into his hair. I smirk, sure he's just asked her if she wants him to stop. I wish I could see a little more of her.
As if I'd voiced the thought aloud, he moves and I'm treated to a wonderful view of her bald, dripping pussy. Holy shit, she's wet. I can practically see her swollen clit pulsing. He moves again and his ass fills the window. I jump back. Jesus. She reaches for him as he covers her body. I watch him thrust his hips, imagining his cock slipping inside her.
I walk away, a plan taking shape in my mind.
It goes on like this for weeks. Some days, I stay in my car. Others, I venture close enough to watch. They are not shy with each other and I wonder how long they've been together. She is obviously in love with him, hanging on his every word with starry eyes and pink cheeks. He's a little harder to read, but clearly cares about her... although one day, I watch her cry in her car after he's driven away. I wait for him to come back, but he must not have seen her. I want to comfort her, but she pulls herself together quickly and drives away before I can work up the nerve to get out of my car.
I decide to put my plan into action.
The next day, I watch him park, then pull up beside him. He glances at me, frowns, then looks away. I get out of my car and tap on his window. He shifts nervously and I wonder if he's got a gun. I hold up both my hands and he cracks the window cautiously.
"Yeah?"
"Meeting your girl?"
His eyes widen and he glances around.
I chuckle. "Hey, It's cool. It's okay."
