Erotica

In The Car

This is a tale from my Memory Palace.

While some details may be embellished for the storytelling, what follows is a true encounter of days past…

It was one of those times when I meet a man purely for a coffee to see if the chemistry works and to arrange to meet to play at a later date. We had been chatting for a while online and had already exchanged details regarding clean bills of health as we were both seeking a bareback playmate. As I had a contraceptive implant, an accidental pregnancy was unlikely, so it was just a matter of sexual health.

The chemistry between us was explosive from the second we greeted each other. Sat as we were in the café, the air around us was combustible. Prior commitments meant that the events that day had to stop at making out by my car and some very intense texting in which we arranged to meet just a few days later.

It was November and cold, but we had no patience to work out the logistics of hotels and drawn-out playdates. We had to have each other asap, so we arranged to meet after work the very next day. The venue: a quiet cul-de-sac next to a disused playing field between a residential road and an industrial estate. The area was always deserted in the evenings — a short-cut that I knew well due to frequent use on my walk between work and home. In all the time I had been walking through the area, I had only ever once encountered another living soul. Even so, we parked next to each other, so that anyone passing on foot street side wouldn’t immediately have their attention drawn to us. I parked my car next to the wall and he parked his van directly in front of me — the interior of my car was completely shielded from view from the road.

I got out of my car to greet him and move from the driver’s seat to the more spacious rear of the car. Before I could open the rear door, he had me pressed against it with his hand up my dress and rubbing my pussy through my black opaque tights and my hand was groping his hard cock through his cargo pants. It took real will power to move to the relative privacy of the car. Had he said he wanted me there in the open air against my car, I would have been powerless to deny him. There was just such a powerful sexual chemistry between us.

But we did make it inside the car. The front seats were pushed forward to afford us a little more room, he pulled my dress over my head and pushed my tits clear of my bra. The man devoured first my tits and then my pussy like he hadn’t eaten for years. I was a mess at his mercy. My tights ripped from my body in his need to get at me. Very quickly, the windows of the car were clouded by steam, but if anyone walked past us that evening, the sounds of my orgasms coming from the car would have left no doubt as to what was happening behind the steamed-up windows.

Only when I had cum loudly several times did he relent. After a moment to free myself of the ruins of my hosiery and my boots, I could finally exact my revenge. My hunger for his flesh was no less desperate than his and with his trousers halfway down his thighs, I took his cock in my mouth and gave him head the best way I know how. After a day in his work clothes, his aroma was pungently powerful and made my mouth water as much as my cunt was.

His cock was girthy and quite long. I took some time working up to getting him all in, but his reaction when I finally was able to take him deep and gag on him was a thing of beauty. His hips drove up involuntarily and he gave a moan loud enough to rival mine. His hands alternated between clutching at the car seat and fisting in my hair to guide my head. The angle meant that I couldn’t suck on his balls as I wanted or lick his perineum, but I used my hands to substitute as best I could.

Soon enough, oral just wasn’t sufficient to sate our lust and he helped me in the cramped quarters to lie back on the towel I had brought to protect the upholstery. One leg still in his cargo pants and my bra pushed down around my waist, he lifted my legs onto the back of the seats and tore my panties from my body before he pushed inside me. It had been a while since I had given up the trust to take a lover without protection, so the sensation of him and him alone inside me was so very intense that I came almost immediately.

He stilled inside me growling how good my cunt felt as I came on his cock and how he was going to make me cum on him several times before he filled me with his cum. The entire time he was moving inside me and pounding me hard enough that I had to brace against the car door to shield my head from banging against the hard plastic, he kept up a monologue of how good it felt to be inside me and how much he loved the fact that he was the only man I was trusting to fuck me without protection. Only when he was close to losing himself to his orgasm did the outpouring of dirty talk cease, to be replaced with moans almost as loud as my own until he shuddered and his thrusts became slow and hard, punctuated by jets of his cum inside me.

The feeling of his ejaculate hitting my vaginal walls made me cum again for him. We lay there in the cramped conditions for a few moments, reluctant to admit that the encounter was done for this night. Eventually, the chill of the November evening forced us to disengage. When he pulled out, the sensation of his cum leaking out of me caused me to shudder with post-orgasmic aftershocks. My underwear was ruined, so I dressed in just my bra, dress and boots underneath my coat for the lingering goodbye kisses between our vehicles, then I drove home, his semen staining my dress stickily.

After cleaning myself up, I went to retrieve my ruined under things and the towel from a car that reeked of sex. I only found my tights, the black lace panties that he tore from me were missing. On a subsequent encounter, I discovered that he had pocketed them while I was pulling my dress over my head.