This story is based on a true life experience a reader shared with me. He wanted me to write this story for him and his wife and gave me permission to post it here. He has elected to remain anonymous, but I am grateful to him for the idea he so generously passed along to me. My thanks and appreciation!
It’s funny, the things one remembers about their youth. Just this afternoon I was going through some old photographs, more out of nostalgia than the excuse I had made up of having to clean the closet where they were stored. I happened on a picture from the early days of my marriage that brought back a flood of memories. Oh, not the picture itself, more the time in which it was taken.
I was a young wife then, married to the Navy. Okay, my husband was in the Navy, but that really is the same thing, isn’t it? Those first years of marriage had passed as if in a dream. We were madly in love, and even in the discomforts of having to move from base to base, we managed to overcome our stresses and make the adjustments that all married couples need to make. Our sex life had always been strong, lively, and adventurous. Damn, but the things we used to do! The risks we used to take! But I felt I could trust Jim and knew he would never allow any harm to come to me. This made it easier for me to open up to him and willing to try the things that grew from our fantasies.
Well, like this one evening. I can remember it as though it was yesterday, and it was at least 20 years ago. Jim and I used to go out on weekends to local bars to relax and have a little fun. Of course, the Navy being what it is, we normally went to places were other Navy men hung out. I’m getting off track, excuse me. There was this one little place in particular. It was a little bit of a distance from base, but still held a big attraction for the guys. Jim and I decided to check it out one Saturday night. Jim had heard the place was low key, so I didn’t bother dressing up that night. Just a pair of jeans and a tank top. It was summer, and the night was balmy with only the barest trace of a breeze to fight off the humidity.
Jim was driving an old Impala at the time. The car gave him more grief than it was worth, but it was nice and roomy. Jim and I had certainly broken in both the front and back seats quite a few times! Well, we arrived at the bar, and Jim parked towards the back of the gravel lot. I looked curiously at him as there were still some places up near the door, though it looked as though the place was filling up quickly. Jim looked over at me and smiled, and I knew he had something planned for the evening.
“Jim? What’s up? I’ve seen that look in your eyes before and I know it means something!” I smiled at him from the dimness of my place in the front seat.
He didn’t respond immediately. He smiled at me, and then ran his finger across my cheek to my lips. He leaned in closer and his lips met mine. I fell into his kiss, bringing my hands up to caress his face and neck. He pulled away, but kept his fingers in my hair, smoothing it down my back.
“Carole, I want you to do something for me. I haven’t asked this of you before, but I really think this is something we will both enjoy. You up for it?”
I smiled at him. I could feel the familiar tingle between my thighs whenever he was about to suggest some new sexual adventure. I trusted Jim completely and knew I would go along with whatever exciting escapade he had planned. “What is it?” I asked.
“I can’t tell you. That’s part of what is going to make this so thrilling. Well?”
I searched his eyes, but in the dimness I could not find any answers there. My body was beginning to react, however, and I knew I was helpless but to give into him.
I nodded my head. “Yeah, okay. I’ll go along with it.”
“Good,” he replied, as his fingers continued to stroke my hair and neck. “Now, strip.”
“What? Here? Now?”
”Strip, Carole. Everything. Now.”
I quickly looked about the parking lot. Cars and trucks were arriving, but all were parking close to the entrance. I looked back at Jim and smiled. A little nervous and a little excited, I quickly whipped my tank top over my head exposing my full breasts to the warm night air. Jim grabbed the top from my hands and sat back, a smile playing on his lips. My excitement growing, I undid the waistband of my jeans and wiggled out of them. I handed them, along with my sandals, to Jim. I peeled my panties from my body and as I handed those to Jim as well, I saw him quickly bring them to his nose before smiling at me.
“Very good. And oh, so nice. I’ll be right back.”
My body was almost quivering with excitement and I watched excitedly as Jim got out of the driver’s door and walked back to the trunk, my clothes in his hands. Just what did he have planned? When he returned, he was carrying a towel, and something that appeared to be a piece of cardboard. He slid back into the driver’s seat and looked at me.
“Lift up, Carole.”
I looked at him curiously as I lifted myself slightly off of the seat. He placed the towel on the seat and then gently pushed me down.
“Carole, it is very important that you listen to what I say and do everything I tell you, okay?”
“Sure. You know I will.”
He smiled and leaned towards me with another kiss. This time I felt his fingers reach out and cup one breast before tweaking the nipple sharply. I gasped under his kiss and felt him smile.
“Good. Here –“ Jim placed a blindfold over my head and covered my eyes. It looked like one of those things that some people sleep with, but suddenly my world was dark. I could feel my heart thudding in my chest, the blood pumping through my ears. What was going to happen?
“Now, move lower on the seat. Just a little. Yes, that’s it, right there. Now, spread your legs. Wide. Wider!” Jim’s voice washed over me, and though I could feel myself becoming nervous, I willingly complied. “Now, I want you to place your hands on the seat next you, palms down. Yes, that’s it. Just like that.”
I could only picture in my mind what I must have looked like at that moment. Naked, blindfold covering my eyes, legs spread wide, and hands firmly planted on the seat beside me. I tried to smile, still uncertain just what he had in mind.
“You look so beautiful, baby. So hot.”
I gasped as I felt his lips on my nipple, kissing, sucking, and gently biting. I moved my hand to find his head, to caress his face, when suddenly the mouth left my nipple. I felt his hand on mine, pushing it back to the seat.
“Baby, I want you to stay in this position until I get back, okay? Just like this. Don’t move – no matter what happens. Do you understand?”
I could feel just a twinge of uncertainty rising in me. Jim was leaving me like this? Here in the parking lot? But where was he going – and why? But a tiny voice in my brain told me that Jim would not simply leave me here. I knew him better than that.
“O – okay, Jim. Sure. But where are you going?”
”Don’t worry about me. I’ll be back before you know I was ever gone.”
I heard the driver side door open and then slam shut. I could hear Jim as he walked on the gravel around to the passenger side of the car. I half expected him to open the door, but instead heard something that seemed to do with the windshield. Then I heard his steps fade into the distance. I was alone. Alone, naked, without sight, and in the middle of a parking lot. Could I be seen? Was I seen? Granted, I had scooted to the edge of the seat, but was my nakedness visible to anyone? At once I felt nervous, excited, fear, and longing. I could feel my nipples begin to tighten and my pussy begin to tingle. I so desperately wanted to touch myself, to rub my fingers over my sex and feel the wetness I knew was there. But Jim might be just a short distance away, watching, seeing if I were following what he asked of me. So, I stayed in that position, and waited.
Time had no meaning for me, and I didn’t know how long it had been since Jim had left. I was beginning to think he wasn’t returning soon, when I suddenly heard footsteps on gravel approach the car. I smiled and heaved a sigh of relief. I imagined him walking up to the window and whispering something totally hot into my ear before we went somewhere to fuck like crazy.
The footsteps stopped outside the window of the car, but there was no voice. “Jim?” I barely whispered. There was no answer. I felt fingers on my right shoulder touching my skin lightly before tracing lower. I held my breath. I knew my husband’s touch, and this wasn’t it. “Who are you?” I demanded. But the fingers continued their path, circling my breast, growing closer to the nipple. I was breathing heavily now and knew I must be pushing my breast into the hand that had now begun to squeeze the firm flesh. I was tempted to lift the blindfold and see who this person was. Just then, his fingers found my nipple, and he began to roll it between his fingers. A jolt of electricity fired into my pussy and my fingers pressed into the upholstery of the seat. I could feel my nipple growing beneath his touch. I cried out softly as he pulled the nipple from my body and then let my breast bounce back. I could hear him breathing heavily, and felt his presence as he leaned into the window.
“Damn, but you are fucking hot!” The strange voice whispered into my ear. The thought that a complete stranger had found me naked and was touching me in the darkness of my husband’s car was causing my body to react to his touch. I could feel an instant wetness between my thighs as I realized this man was looking at me, touching me, enjoying the sight of me. I felt his hand move lower, across my belly to the soft down of my pussy hair. I felt his fingers tug softly at the hairs, and gasped, my hips moving towards his hands. Suddenly, his fingers were in my pussy, poking, probing, and sliding against the slick lips. As his fingers pinched my clit, I cried out as my hands clutched at the seat.
“Hey, Tom! Tom! C’mon! What are you doing, man?” I heard a voice call from across the parking lot, and my heart froze.
“You guys gotta see this! This is incredible! Quick!” The voice attached to the fingers probing my wet pussy yelled back.
“What is it? What’s up?”
