The late summer night enveloped the parking lot in a sultry haze, the air thick with heat and the faint shimmer of the lake under the moon. Jake and Mia lounged in his sleek black car, the windows cracked just enough to let the warm breeze tease their skin. Hard lemonade cans rested in their hands, the ice clinking softly as they sipped, their conversation slipping effortlessly into the realm of sex--their favorite territory. Both in their early forties, they were a striking pair--Jake with his broad shoulders and chiseled arms stretching his fitted shirt, his dark hair tousled with effortless charm; Mia with her long, glossy dark hair spilling over her shoulders, framing her perfectly shaped breasts, medium-sized and lifted by a black lace push-up bra beneath her button-down blouse. Her short black skirt clung to her toned hips, the tops of her thigh-high stockings peeking out, accentuating her sculpted legs. They were fit, magnetic, and insatiable, their high sex drives fueling a connection as raw as it was electric.
The parking lot buzzed with quiet tension--several cars dotted the gravel, mostly single men lurking in shadowed silence, their eyes prowling for a glimpse of something illicit. Jake and Mia had seen it before: couples parked here, windows up but interior lights on, offering a show to the voyeurs who'd edge closer, cocks in hand, hoping for more. Sometimes, they'd witnessed couples letting men reach in through an open window to touch, hands groping eagerly. Once, they'd even watched a woman jerk off a guy standing outside her passenger window--a stranger who'd been watching her, his cum splattering the ground as she finished him with a sly grin.
"Ever wonder what it's like for those women?" Mia asked, her voice low and velvety as she nodded toward a car where a faint light flickered. "Letting strangers watch them get felt up, maybe even reaching out to touch a guy like that?"
Jake's lips curled into a grin, his hazel eyes glinting. "You sound like you're into it. Have you ever played that game? Shown off a little?"
Mia's laugh was throaty, sensual, her head tipping back slightly as she took a slow sip of her drink, her full lips glistening. "When I was younger, oh yeah. I'd tease older guys--nothing too wild, just enough to mess with them. Like this one time, I'd parade in front of the big living room window at home, wearing nothing but panties and a bra. There was this guy across the street--I knew he was watching from his house, probably with binoculars. I'd stretch or bend over, acting all innocent, like I had no clue he could see me. Then there was this other time, coming home from a date in a taxi. I caught the driver watching me in the rearview mirror, tilting it down to see my bare legs--I was in a skirt. So I shifted my weight, parted my legs just enough to let the skirt ride up, giving him a peek at my panty-covered pussy. I could tell he was sweating, trying not to crash while he stole glances. I'd catch their reactions--twitching curtains or shaky hands--and know they'd be jerking off later, picturing my ass or tits. It got me so fucking wet every time."
"Christ, Mia," Jake growled, shifting as his cock stiffened in his jeans. "You're a goddamn tease. What if we tried it here? Tonight?"
