I left work, but I didn't head home. It had been a long, rough day, but it was about to get a lot better. I had a date. Sort of.
I drove to the nearby park'n'ride lot, where he was waiting. He'd called nearly half an hour earlier to let me know he was there; I took that to mean he was looking forward to our encounter. We'd gotten together several times in the past, but usually in hotel rooms. This was the first variation from that pattern. An exciting variation. The park'n'ride was usually busy, and was within sight of the highway. Anyone might see us, despite the tint on his SUV windows.
That, of course, was why I was doing this, along with the fact that I'd never fucked in a vehicle. While my high school classmates had been busy losing their virginities in the back seats of cars, I'd been shut in my room with a notebook. I'd missed out on one of the most pervasive American teen experiences, but I was about to make up for that now. The thought that someone might see me doing it just made it more exciting.
He was parked exactly where he'd said he would be, in the farthest corner of the lot. There were cars all around him; I had to park a few spots away. But there weren't any people visible, to my relief. The threat of being caught was exciting. I didn't actually want to be caught, though.
I parked a couple spots away from him and walked over to his SUV. He unlocked the door to let me climb in. "Long time no see," he said. "How have you been?"
"I've been good." I settled into the passenger seat and closed the door. "How about you?"
"Busy. You know how it is."
"Yeah."
We made small talk for a little while, catching up on each other's lives in the few months since the last time we'd been together. Then he leaned over and kissed me.
The sweet peck on the lips rapidly grew more intense. His hands cupped my face as his tongue teased mine. I made little noises of approval and ran my hand along his thigh, resisting the temptation to touch the cock that bulged at the front of his jeans.
Continuing to kiss me, he slid one hand under the back of my shirt. The touch of his hand against my bare skin made me shiver. Slowly he moved his hand toward my front, stopping when he almost, but not quite, touched my breast.
I squirmed. I wanted him to touch me. He teased me by moving his hand a centimeter or two closer, then pulling it back. Finally, he broke the kiss and said, "Let's get into the back. It's a little more comfortable there."
We jumped out of the SUV and opened the back doors. A car stopped behind us, but the occupants didn't seem to notice anything unusual. It reminded me, though, how possible it was that someone might catch us. The thought aroused me. I scrambled into the back seat, and had my blouse half unbuttoned by the time he closed his door. "In a hurry?" he asked.
"I haven't seen you in months, and I'm horny," I said.
"Mmm, good, because so am I." He pulled me against him and started kissing me again.
He finished the job of unbuttoning my blouse, and rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I moaned into his mouth and ran my hand along the waistband of his jeans.
Again he broke the kiss, and pulled off his shirt. His chest was hard and muscular; I ran my hand over it and savored the feeling.
He bent to suck my nipple. "Oh, god," I said softly. It had been far too long since anyone had done that. I responded by running my hand down his torso to his waist, but I hesitated at undoing his jeans.
"Don't stop," he whispered before taking my other nipple in his mouth.
Clumsily, I unfastened his belt and jeans. Without stopping his sucking, he helped me push his clothes down so his cock was finally free of its constraints. It had been so long since I'd seen him, I'd forgotten how big he was. I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him as he alternated between my nipples.
He rubbed my pants-covered pussy and said, "Do you want to suck me?"
"Yes."
"Then do it."
He knelt on the seat, positioning his cock so I could get my mouth on it. Just as I licked the precum from the tip, I heard voices beside the SUV. From the corner of my eye, I saw three men standing nearby, close enough that they could see in through the windows if they looked.
"Don't worry," he said. "The windows are tinted. They can't see us."
"I hope not." Though part of me wished they could. I shoved that part down into the deep, dark recesses of my mind where it belonged, and went back to sucking his cock.
While I sucked, I fondled his balls. He moaned. "Yeah, baby. Suck my cock. You're so good at this!"
I licked up and down his shaft, then down to his balls. Gently I took one ball, then the other, into my mouth. "Good girl," he said. "Lick my balls. Make me come."
Stroking his cock, I sucked his balls until he said, "I'm coming!"
