It's a perfect summer day - lot's of sun, light breeze, and not a cloud in the sky. We're at a junkyard to look around and see if they have any parts you can use for the old convertible you're restoring. After we pull into the grassy parking area, you pull me across the seat toward you and start kissing me and playing with my breasts, pulling down my tube-top so you can squeeze and bite them freely. You've always had this fascination with my nipples, which are large and dark pink and can't be missed when they're hard. It always gives you a charge when we're out in public somewhere and the outline of them shows through whatever shirt I'm wearing. I know you get off on other guys looking at me and noticing my hard nipples. I'm not particularly crazy about being seen like that, but knowing what it does for you once we're back home, I put up with it as a small price to pay for amazing sex.
Regardless of how I look in a shirt afterwards, I do love when you play with my breasts. And you know just how much I do. We can be in a completely un-sexual situation and all it takes is for you to reach out and give my nipples a good, firm tweak. I can be mad at you, but if you get close enough to start fondling me, I'm done. Sometimes I'd swear you get me all pissed off on purpose just so you can do that to me.
So here we are in this otherwise empty parking lot, me half-naked and getting hotter by the second. We can't see the office from where we're parked, so I lean back and lay down on the bench seat of your truck, lifting up my legs to wrap them around you and pull you down on top of me. You're apparently of the same mind as you reach up under my skirt and pull my panties down and off. You toss them on the floor after taking a moment to feel how wet I am, then abruptly open the door behind you and pull me outside.
Once outside of the relative privacy of the truck, I quickly pull up my top and push down my skirt while looking around to make sure no one's seen me looking like the slut I must surely look like. There's no one in sight but you, laughing softly at my panic-stricken face and my confusion. You pull me close to you and apologize, telling me that we need to get going because we still have a lot to do today and we're already behind schedule. You promise you'll make it up to me later. With a theatrical sigh of disappointment I concede, turning to reach back into the truck for my underwear.
Before I can reach through the door, you take my hand and start to pull me toward the office. I look a question at you and you just give me a big grin, pulling me onward. I pull back, saying that I at least need to get a jacket to wear over the tube top - I can't go running around looking like you paid for me. This time you concede, letting me grab an old button-up shirt of yours from behind the seat. I put it on and, after a look from you, leave it unbuttoned and hanging open. You once again take my hand and off we go, me feeling sneaky and sexy and a bit embarrassed even though I know that no one but the two of us knows I've got no panties on. Just before we walk into the office to talk with the owner, you turn towards me and give both my nipples a quick couple of squeezes to perk them up. Before I can pull your shirt around me, you open the door and pull me into the office.
Inside it's a mess. Everywhere you look there are car parts. There's easily a dozen metal shelving units filled with them, crammed wherever there's space. Every surface has parts on it, including the desk and floor, making a maze of walking across the room. The owner is sitting at the desk, cleaning what looks to be an old carburetor. He's a kind of skeevy-looking older guy, with grey stubble on his face, hair sticking up at odd angles, and a couple of missing teeth in his grin. He looks up at us as we come in, making no effort to hide his staring at my chest. I'm terribly embarrassed, feeling very self-conscious since I know exactly what he's looking at. I look down and see my nipples still standing firmly at attention, paying no heed to my wish for them to go back into hiding.
I try to pull away from you so I can wander around and get out of sight of the owners leering, but you keep firm hold of my hand, making me stay right by your side. As you introduce yourself and explain what you're looking for, I look around, not wanting to look at the owner and the gleam in his eyes. You feel my discomfort and give my hand a reassuring squeeze, continuing to talk cars and car parts with the old man. As I peer around, tuning the both of you out, you let go of my hand and quickly put your arm around me, holding me still to your side while you discreetly start squeezing my ass.
At this point I don't know what to do. I can't tell if the old man knows what you are doing behind my back, but I do and I try to gently squirm away. Rather than letting me go, you drop your hand a bit lower and put your hand up the back of my skirt, giving yourself a firm grip on my ass cheek so I can't go anywhere without showing my bare ass to the guy. I am now convinced I'm going to drop dead any second from sheer embarrassment, but you ignore me and continue to squeeze my ass while chatting away with the owner.
