Let me be honest...the following isn't what "really" happened. It's what I've fantasized might have happened if I'd let it. The trip to Boston is real...as was the wedding...the guard...and Paul and I having sex in the garage and getting caught. In real life the guard played with his cock while he watched us fuck and then touched my breasts briefly. Even so it's one of the hottest things I've ever experienced and I've had numerous vivid dreams about what "might" have happened if I'd let things go to the next level. I hope you enjoy...Amanda.
It happened on a trip my husband and I took to Boston to attend the wedding of some friends of mine from college. The reception following the nuptials was held at a restaurant downtown and we had parked our rental car in a nearby parking garage before walking the block and a half to where it was located.
The reception was lots of fun. Open bar and a great band. I drank more than I'm accustomed to doing and danced more than I have in quite some time. By the time things were winding down and we headed back to the parking garage I had a nice warm glow going.
I suppose I should describe myself and what I was wearing that day. I'm tall and slender with auburn hair and green eyes. I'd worn my favorite dress, a peach colored Rachel Pally tao dress done in jersey fabric and a beautiful pair of matching Edmundo Castillo pumps. I'd pinned my hair up because it was summer and rather warm.
The stroll back to the parking garage was enjoyable. The heat of the day had disappeared and it was a perfect summer night. My husband, Paul put his arm around me and leaned in to kiss my neck as we walked, telling me that he had been with the hottest woman at the reception and he couldn't wait to get back to our hotel. His hand slid down my lower back and briefly cupped one of my ass cheeks to show me just what he had in mind.
The parking garage was beneath the 75 State Street building, a magnificent first floor of marble floors and high vaulted ceilings that you accessed by a revolving glass door that made a whirring noise as it spun slowly round. My five inch heels clicked on the tiles as Paul and I walked. Classical music played from hidden speakers.
At a desk situated in the center of the wide entrance a security guard in dark grey nodded to us as we passed by headed for the elevators, his eyes lingering on me. It's not something I'm not used to. I've had men checking me out since I was about 16. The guard was older, with grey hair showing beneath his uniform cap. I knew that his eyes would be on my ass as we walked to the bank of elevators and I'd be lying if I said I didn't give him a little extra to look at by letting my ass sway more than normal. Between Paul's stroking my tush earlier and putting on the show for the guard I was moist down there by the time we stepped into the elevator car and pushed our floor. As the door closed I reached down and found Paul's cock inside his suit's expensive wool trousers, giving it a little squeeze.
"Get me back to the hotel..." I whispered in his ear.
"Fuck, Amanda..." he croaked, a smile coming to his tanned face.
I felt his cock getting hard, loving how quickly he responded to my touch. "That's what I had in mind..." I teased, kissing his neck and blowing warm air into his ear. "When's the last time I gave you a really good blow job, baby? I'm in the mood to make your toes curl."
The elevator dinged for our floor and the two of us stepped out onto a level that was totally empty of cars except for our four door rental sedan, parked back in a corner. The stark concrete walls and floor were offset by the classical music that was playing even down here.
Paul unlocked the car with the key fob as we approached and I stood next to the passenger side door waiting for him to open it for me. Instead he wrapped his arms around my torso and picked me up, carrying me to the back of the car where he put me down. "What are you doing?" I asked.
He leaned down and kissed me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth. His hands started to roam on my body, moving up and down my back, cupping my bottom and pulling me up against his stiffened cock until I moaned softly against his mouth and lifted one foot to wrap my leg around one of his, pushing my mons against that hard bulge in his pants.
When the kiss ended I was practically panting he had me so hot. He put his hands on my bare shoulders and turned me around so I was facing the car with him right behind me. He leaned down to kiss the middle of my back, his lips hot on my bare skin. His hands slowly slid up my waist...onto my rib cage and then around me slightly to where my breasts were encased in the top of my long dress.
"You look so hot tonight, Amanda..." he whispered. "I've wanted to grab these all night."
"Paul, what are you doing?" I scolded him as his hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them through the bodice of my dress. He pushed himself against my bottom and I could feel how hard he was, the contact sending a warm tingle through my loins.
"This garage is practically empty..." he breathed in my ear. "I can't wait until the hotel, baby."
I groaned as he found my nipples, pinching the already hard tips.
"You look so fucking hot in that dress."
He pushed me against the trunk of the car, my hands bracing against the slippery surface as he kissed the back of my neck, something that he knows drives me crazy. I felt his hands slip down along my sides and then he was lifting the bottom of my long dress, bunching it up around my waist. I felt the warm air of the garage caress my bare thighs above my stockings as he uncovered them.
"We shouldn't..." I whispered, even as I bent over the trunk and spread my feet apart. Truth is I wanted it just as badly as Paul did. I felt his fingers on the waistband of my frilly La Perla panties and then felt them pulled down around my knees. Paul sunk a finger between my pussy lips and I moaned softly as he started to slowly churn my already wet cunt.
"God, I want you so bad..." Paul said, his mouth against my ear, his breath warm on my skin. I heard the sound of his zipper and then he pressed his swollen cock against my bare bottom, the contact making me dizzy with desire.
"Hurry..." I urged, looking around the empty parking garage nervously. "Oh, god, Paul...please hurry!"
I felt him nestle the head of his prick at the entrance to my pussy, rubbing it up and down a few times to get it wet with the juice that was just inside. Then his hands were gripping my waist and he slowly pushed his cock up into my heat. I groaned with feeling as that hard pole filled me.
"Oh...baby..." he gasped as he came to a stop with his pelvis up against my bum. "You feel so fucking good!"
"So do you," I said, wiggling my hips slightly to let him know I wanted him to fuck me. "Oh, Paul...I don't think I've ever felt you this big."
Paul was holding me by my hips and slamming his throbbing cock up into my pussy, my breasts bouncing as I gripped the trunk of the rental car and pushed myself back at him. I could feel a massive orgasm building inside of me and I wanted the release in the worst way.
That was when I heard someone clearing their throat behind us and both Paul and I froze in mid stroke, our heads turning as one to see who had caught us.
It was the uniformed parking garage guard from the desk upstairs, an older guy with salt and pepper hair and a big blocky torso. He tapped his long flashlight against his hand and shook his head. "Did you folks not know that this garage has video surveillance?" he asked, his eyes lingering on my bare breasts as I tried to cover myself up. "I've got you two on tape. I should call the police."
"Whoa..." Paul said. "We just got carried away. My wife and I thought the place was empty."
"This time of night it is," the guard said, still staring at me. "Damn...she's hot."
"Thanks..." I said, my face crimson with embarrassment. "We really don't make a habit out of things like this...honest."
"If I was married to you I'd probably be doing the same thing." The guard slid his flashlight back into its holder on his wide black belt. "Tell you what...I won't call the police...if you keep on doing what you were doing before. I was enjoying the show."
