It wasn't as difficult as I thought it was going to be to talk Judy into an encounter in the back seat of Greg's parked vehicle. Judy and I'd had sex in our cars like a couple of teenagers on any number of occasions, and, somehow, it added to the thrill of it all. It's not that we didn't have someplace to go, or couldn't have afforded a room from time to time if we wanted something different, but there were times when we were just carried away by our lust for each other and either couldn't wait, or just wanted to prove to ourselves that we had such a strong attraction to each other that we'd let nothing get in the way. Also, I believe there's a little bit of exhibitionist in most of us – there certainly is in my makeup, as I love to let others "see" what we've done through these stories of our various activities.
But this was going to be different, and Judy and I knew it. Greg was going to show up to talk with us after he got off work. Judy knew I had more than talking in mind; I always do, but what she didn't know is that I'd already been conversing with Greg about doing her right there in the parking lot.
Now, I don't think that would have really distressed her – she knew all along what was on my mind, and she also may have suspected since she knew that Greg and I had been chatting ever since our first meeting a week before at the El Torito restaurant. The three of us had drinks and exchanged information, and by the time we were done with dinner that night we felt pretty comfortable with each other.
There'd been some touching – casual, but very hot at the same time – a hand along the thigh, and before the evening was done, Judy and I both felt that big cock bulging inside his pants, touching the spreading wet spot where his pre-cum leaked through the material. Greg and I engaged in a gentle surreptitious pinching of her nipples through the thin dress she wore. We all were ready that night, but decided – all right she decided – to wait a bit.
Later, after we'd left the restaurant, Judy said she thought we should meet one more time before getting a room together. We never liked to have a third party on our own turf – neutral territory was best. That way, no one could ever show up unannounced on our doorstep later – especially when one or the other of us wasn't home. So the threesomes had always taken place at motel rooms or at the other guy's place. But there Judy and I were waiting in my car in the back parking lot of a restaurant named the Royale Cut. Kissing and making out... talking about nearly everything but our planned meeting although it was at the top of both our thoughts. Greg was to stop by on his way home from work. We'd go inside the restaurant and have a drink and maybe something to eat. That was the plan. That was the spoken plan; but I had others buzzing 'round my brain.
Judy had my cock drooling. Knowing her, I had her juices flowing too. But we knew we couldn't get too involved or we'd get "caught" when Greg showed. Didn't want him to think we were complete sluts. OK, Judy didn't mind, but I did. Greg pulled up next to us on her side in his new four door crew cab pickup. Tinted glass all around, almost black in back. My devious mind went into overdrive. "Let's go talk to him, Baby." I said, opening my door.
She gave me that look – the one that said she knew exactly what I was thinking. But she opened her door too. Greg saw that we were coming to talk to him and I saw him grin – leer – at Judy from inside his truck. I opened the front passenger door for her, and graciously said "why don't you hop in front?" Another of those looks, but she got in front, and I climbed in the back.
Small talk: work, family stuff. Judy leaning half against the door in the big front seat; the armrest was down between them. I sat in the middle of the rear, leaning forward, my arms up on the backs of both their seats. Sometimes my hand would be on her shoulder, sometimes it'd be gently rubbing the back of her neck, or straying up into her hair. She was beginning to relax despite the obvious sexual tension of our meeting. We kept talking and laughing and just getting to know more about each other.
Finally, Greg asks, "So do I pass the audition? Do I get a part to play?"
Judy laughs, "Well, this was hardly an audition."
"More like a reading," I say. "But I don't think we're talkin' bit part here," I add as I look over at the way his cock has made itself known along the inside of his leg. "More like a second leading man."
"Well," he said, eyeing her cleavage exposed by the short, low-cut summer dress she had on, "I sure love the leading lady."
"That makes two of us," I answer.
Judy has great tits. Huge, soft, areolas cover the entire end of her breasts. Her nipples are extremely sensitive.
"You are really hot, Baby," I tell her, continuing to stroke the back of her neck, my mouth coming as close to her ear as the seat-back will allow. I reached through the opening left by the arm rest and gently cup her left breast. "Want to show us just how hot?"
She gives a little "mmmmm..." when my fingers lightly brush the nipple pushing through the thin material. I caress her cheek with my other hand, ever so lightly running my fingers across her lips. Her tongue snakes out to lick them before she turns and looks deeply into my eyes. I can see the rise and fall of her breasts increase as her nervousness returns. The thumping of her heart is strong enough to be felt when I touch her neck and snake my fingers toward her cleavage.
Greg, meanwhile, leans toward her, his hand crossing the armrest as he trails the backs of his fingers lightly up her thigh then, I watch as on their return trip down her leg, his fingertips cross from the material to the skin. Judy gave a sharp intake of breath.
I reach around the side of the seat, find the recline lever, and ease her back. She looks into my eyes the whole time. Finally we were able to kiss, and it is such a heated exchange, as if she is trying to swallow my whole tongue. I look up and realize why; Greg has her dress hiked up past her hips; he's touching the outside of her thong panties with one hand, while running his other hand all over her. It is a mesmerizing site – for us both. I cradle her head, massaging her lightly, and ease the strap of her dress off her shoulder at the same time. She watched almost without breathing as we slowly exposed her aroused body. Her left breast is uncovered at almost the same moment as Greg slips her thong aside. From the swelling of her pussy lips and the erect state of her nipple we can tell what erotic feelings possess her. I move my hand lightly around her breast, avoiding her protruding nipple until ,at last, I can resist touching it no more. Playing with Judy's nipples always makes her go a little crazy, but having both centers of pleasure pleasured, is enough to make her scream.
She kisses me harder, murmuring "Oh God," into my mouth. Greg had slips his finger from her clit into the folds of her pussy, and finding sexy liquid there, begins to smooth it over her clit, then dips in for more.
The other strap is down – was it me, or did she do that herself? Both breasts now exposed, her hips undulating to the rhythm of Greg's touch, she looks so completely sexy. Greg pushes the armrest separating them up and out of the way, leans over and releases the seat-back lever completely so that Judy is laid out nearly flat. He's watching his fingers as they work their magic, her oh-so soft lips coating his fingers with exquisite slipperiness. Judy's kisses are so sweet, so sexy. I love the way her mouth tastes.
I hold her breast out for Greg to suck, and Judy's excitement is palpable under the spell of our two mouths. Greg kisses his way toward the juncture of her smooth thighs.
I pause in my kissing and hold her head up so she can watch as he begins to run his tongue over her dripping pussy lips. "Mmmmm," I tell her. "You do taste so good, Babe. Open up for him. Let him have some of that sexy love-nectar."
Judy's such a good girl, such a willing lover, she gives herself completely, spreading her legs wide.
"Tell him what you want, Baby," I say.
"Ohhh," she says. "Taste me. Taste my cunt." She knows how much men love to hear those nasty words coming out of her mouth.
