When we arrived at Cracker Barrel, it was at the tail end of the breakfast rush, and there were still a lot of cars there, so we had to park around back of the building. As we turned the corner from the front of the store, Laura took my hand, squeezing it.
"I'm horny," she said, kissing my earlobe. I leaned over to kiss her cheek.
"No doubt. Showing off to me like that always gets you started."
Laura laughed. "I know. Knowing you were watching me this morning was driving me crazy. Too bad we don't have time to get home." She looked at me as we approached my car. "Back seat..."
I unlocked the car, and we clambered into the back, Laura on my right in the passenger side. We started out kissing, during which I reached into her blouse, feeling the heft of her right tit, gently pinching the nipple. She unbuttoned my shirt, quickly running her fingers through the hair on my chest, then started on my jeans, undoing the button. I helped her get the zipper down, and lifted my ass up so she could slide them down. My hardening cock sprung out. Laura stroked it a couple of times, speeding it toward full hardness.
Laura watched intently as it stiffened, feeling it in her hand as she stroked. "I love your cock," she said, smiling at me. "I love the way it feels in my hand, how the head looks like a mushroom and swells when I play with it." She kissed me, then said in a low whisper, "I love how it feels when the head spreads me open when it slides between my pussy lips." That made me stiffen even more. She kissed me long and deep. As she broke the kiss, she moved over me, straddling me. I caught a glimpse of blonde hair as her skirt rode up. She kissed me again, raising up to get into position.
The next thing I felt was those blonde curls on the head of my cock, then the wetness of her labia as it parted them. I held her up, letting the head sit just inside her, then pulled it out, teasing her clit, then pushing back in, again just enough to spread her pussy with the fat head. Laura giggled, then sighed as she felt the thickness in her opening, then whimpered as I pulled out again. Once more I slowly slid the head of my cock between her distended labia, only this time going all the way into her quite easily, drawing a moan from her lips. She wasn't kidding about being horny. I could feel the sheerness of Laura's blouse on my chest as she pressed her tits into me. I started to unbutton it further, intending to remove it so I could feel the wonder of those soft, full jugs on my chest.
Laura stopped me. "No, hon, leave it on. I love the feel of this fabric on my nipples. It makes me so hot." She leaned back, and I could see her nipples were stiff. Actually, the shirt felt pretty good on me, too. I pulled her to me, kissing her, pressing her tits to me. I could feel her nipples getting harder still as she started to ride, creating friction between us.
I grabbed Laura's hips, working them so her clit would grind against the base of my cock. A couple minutes into that wonderful friction, she was moaning, begging me to make her come. I thrust up, pulling her down onto me, and she gasped, then cried out as she came, dousing my cock in a flood of pussy juice. I was now close, and could feel the familiar tingle as the come rose in my balls.
"Gonna come, Laura."
Laura bore down on me, slowly rotating her hips, then pulled up til I was almost out of her, then slowly bore down on me again. She kissed me. "Come inside me, sweetie. Seed my pussy." She pulled up, sank down, then pulled away and rode back onto me, kind of back and forth, then pushed herself down so my cock was as deep in her as she could get it. I felt it poke her womb, which set me off. I came hard, splattering her insides with a half dozen blasts of semen, then trailing off. I felt my come forcing its way out, dripping onto my balls as it overflowed Laura's clenching vagina.
We sat there panting for a few minutes, kissing gently as we recovered from our climax. Finally, Laura lifted off me, rolling onto the seat next to me, one leg up on the seat, the other reaching down to the floor. Her pussy was exposed under her short skirt, and I got a good view of my come spilling out of her, dripping down her ass and onto the seat. She laughed as she felt the tickle of it on her left ass cheek. She pushed the streak back inside her, a futile effort, as almost immediately it dripped back out, followed by another big glob of come that spilled from her, running down the crack of her ass and onto the seat.
I reached over to pick up the box of Kleenex I kept in the car for this type of occasion and handed it to Laura. She pulled three tissues from the box and started to wipe up the mess between her legs. "Hand me my purse??" said Laura. I reached to where she had set it on the console, handing it to her. She pulled a pair of black panties out, slipping the left leg over her boot clad foot, then the right, pulling them up, raising up from the seat to get them into place. She was still leaking, and the crotch was soon wet. Laura adjusted them, but there was still semen dripping from her pussy, though not as much as before.
"I guess that will have to do. I can't do the promos with come sliding down my leg. Hopefully these will contain the mess." She looked at me, then kissed me. "You come way too much!!" She said, laughing.
"That's because you're way too hot," I said, leaning over for a kiss. We got ourselves back together, Laura putting her bra back on, which was fun to watch as she tucked in her sizeable hangers.
Now dressed again, I took Laura back to the studio. She leaned in the window when she got out. "Don't forget, Saturday at six."
"Don't worry about me forgetting. It's all I'll think about for the rest of the week."
The week dragged on, as if Saturday would never come. I felt like a nine year old whose dad has promised to take him to the ball game. Most of my waking moments were filled with thoughts of Laura's guy and me balling the crap out of her, spit roasting her, and maybe even some double penetration. I knew Laura had done anal in the past, but it was not something she talked about much, so I figured she didn't do it often, though I'd occasionally kid her about doing it when she'd see a new guy for more than a couple of dates. It's not my cup of tea, so it was something we had never really discussed, though she did offer her ass to me several years earlier, once we had our relationship solidly established.
Saturday finally arrived. I texted Laura to let her know I was on my way. Steve's place was in one of those semi-gated developments about ten minutes out of town, the kind of place that had a big archway over the driveway from the road, but no real gates or security. It had fairly large brick homes on one acre lots. I pulled into the driveway and walked up to the front door. As I approached, the door opened, and there was Laura in a flowery kimono that didn't do much to hide her attributes, and a pair of FMP's. The kimono was short, showing a lot of thigh. It was hard to tell in the light, but it looked like there was a streak of dried come on her left thigh.
"Hi," she said with a smile. "Come on in." I went in, and she led me to what might best be described as a family room. It had a sofa and love seat, the love seat facing a fireplace, the sofa sitting perpendicular between the love seat and hearth. A sliding glass door opened out to a deck. A stone coffee table was in the open space between the couches and the fireplace, on which there was an open bottle of wine and some chips and dip, as well as cheese and crackers.
A tall, dark haired, athletic looking man of about 35 in boxers and an open button down shirt was tending the fire. He turned as Laura and I came into the room. She was about to introduce us, when he said, "Hi, I'm Steve. You must be Tom. Laura has told me a lot about you." He extended his hand, and we shook, and I handed him the bottle of rose I had brought. I wondered exactly what Laura had told him, though at this point, if he was still willing to go through with the evening's adventure, it could not have been too bad.
"Pleasure to meet you as well. Laura must be telling stories on both of us. She's told me a bit about you, too." Steve laughed, and asked me to sit and enjoy a pre dinner snack. The three of us commiserated over chips, dip, cheese and wine, Steve and I getting to know each other, finding we had some common interests besides Laura, and agreed on various aspects of life. If the hope was that he and I would hit it off, it was fulfilled. This was good, because we'd have to have a good level of comfort for the evening to take place.
After about thirty minutes of chatting the doorbell rang. I wondered who else was in on this little party. It turned out Steve had ordered us pizza and wings, rather than go out for dinner or cook. This was fine, it was a lot simpler, and we could eat and then get on to the evening's festivities.
"That's probably the pizza. I'll get it," said Laura, grabbing her purse and heading for the door. She didn't come back right away, and Steve wondered out loud what might be taking so long.
"She's probably giving him a good tip," I said, miming a blow job.
Steve laughed. "She is a horny little thing. She's blown me in some places I never would have tried. Wouldn't surprise me if she was blowing him in the foyer." A minute later, Laura was back with three pizza boxes and an equal number of wing boxes. She was looking a little flushed.
Steve didn't lose a step. "Give him a good tip, hon??"
