True Sex Stories: Parked Cars

"Once again the yoga pays off, placing one foot behind your seat and the other foot on my seat I hoist my ass/pussy toward your face, with a shift of your body you are devouring me."

Whenever I find myself fooling around in a car I create false memories of a time when I was the age one should have been fooling around in cars. Those years were lost on me sexually, but I believe my San Francisco years in cars, trucks, and boats have long since made up for my lack of sexual prowess in my youth.

Sitting in the car, under the lights of a Chinatown restaurant he tells me–with a mix of command and request–

"Pull your skirt up, I need to see your pussy."

My skirt is very tight, hard to pull up over my ass, but I get it, exposing my bald puffy lips covered by a sheer turquoise fine netting of fabric. He is mesmerized there for a moment as he gazes at mine. My cunt had grown fat–full of the blood and excitement from the male energy of our date. He tries to move the fabric to the side, but somehow as I pulled my skirt up it locked my panties into place. Raising my ass off the seat and my pussy closer to his face I grab the hem on the leg of the panties yanking them to the side exposing my pussy for him and anyone taking notice to see. Without feeling him, just from the look on his face, the air in the car, his heavy exhale– I knew his cock was getting hard for me.

My ass still raised up off the seat, you lean in close to the juncture between my legs and take a big inhale. The move makes me so wet.

"Put your seat belt on."

We take off down the street heading back toward the library. The whole ride your fingers explore my pages, finding my tiny little nub of clit, making me slick, make me want to come. Leaning back in the car, I enjoy the ride back greatly.

Pulling into a parking space, not even necessarily a secluded space–almost a well lit space. I think he wanted to see my pussy, to see my face as he touched me, as I touched myself. Spreading my legs wider to accommodate your fingers, my fleshy meat parting, your fingers fucking me as your thumb works my clit. You attempt to lean into me, but from this position, it is impossible. Once again the yoga pays off, placing one foot behind your seat and the other foot on my seat I hoist my ass/pussy toward your face, with a shift of your body you are devouring me. I get the sense it has been some time since your face was last buried in pussy. The sound, the way you inhaled me, made your hunger apparent. It made me drift into thoughts of getting you in a position where you could truly eat me.

There comes a point when I have to come, there is no turning back.

"Do you want to watch me come, do you want to feel me come around your fingers?"

With a minor fall and major lift–your fingers deep inside me, I am working my own clit. Many times bringing them to your mouth for a taste, to your nose for a smell. I writhe, my face does that contortioning, and I come–not strong, but solid, grasping around your fingers, pulling more of you in.

Coming out of my sex lost haze I notice the windows are steamed up, the street lights in the formation of twinkling blurred stars and I laugh in joy, the after come laugh.

Your turn.

My mouth drops around you solidness, I like how hard you get and how firmly I can grab your cock. My mouth works the head, my tongue tasting your pre-fluid from your slit. I get a bit self conscious with my ass in the air and my face in your lap when you say the symphony has just let out and I see people drifting by the car. I hesitate with continuing our antics, I pull my skirt back down over my ass and hover over your cock.

"Do you want to taste my come?"

"Yes."

My mouth drops open and my tongue pops out. I become the come hungry slut I can be, plus I like watching you stroke, it helps me learn. The way you treat your own cock tells me a lot.

"Here it comes."

My lips wrap around the tip of your cock as your come fills my mouth. I can feel your cock twitch in your hand and between my lips.

You taste good.

The flavor of salty brine lingers on my tongue, leaving me wanting more.

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