“Damn girl” [MF][UPDATE 1, long smut]

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After the night that Shane ate me out and left me breathless, all I could think about was getting my hands (and/or mouth) on his cock.

The next morning, I got a text from him – as promised – saying he had a fun night and would love to hang out again. It was the kind of text that left you smiling and let your imagination run all day. Unfortunately, we both ended up having a pretty busy week so there was little opportunity for us to hang out naked.

My friend – whose birthday party was postponed – sent out a message saying she rescheduled her birthday dinner for the Friday coming up, at a very casual venue (still bring-your-own-wine, of course). Because I had to work late on Friday, I didn't have time to go back home to change. I wore simple black skinny jeans and a white silk blouse. Underneath, I wore the same black lacey thong as the night Shane ate me out. I couldn't wait to get to the restaurant to see him. I also couldn't wait to get that thong nice and wet again.

When I got to the venue and found my group, I realized I didn't know most of the people there. I sat at one end of the long table with a couple of my girlfriends. Shane was nowhere to be found, but I knew he was coming. Because this was going to be my first time seeing his face since that night (when it was buried deep between my thighs), I was getting slightly nervous and started drinking too much too fast. I was definitely buzzed when Shane finally showed up. He wore a nice pair of dark denim jeans, and a classic burgundy shirt which I just wanted to rip off. He had the sleeves rolled up and all I could think about was having those arms wrapped around my body. After a general hello, he sat at the other end of the table and immediately struck up a conversation with a pretty girl I didn't know. I'm not the jealous type, but right away I thought “fuck that bitch.”

The night progressed without excitement. Shane stayed at the far end of the table, and I was getting more and more tipsy. I started to wonder if he was avoiding me on purpose. The way he talked to that girl made me think that his “I had fun” text was full of bullshit. I tried to enjoy my meal and conversations but my mind was elsewhere. By the end of the dinner, most of the group was pretty buzzed and making lots of noise (except for Shane, it looked as though he barely drank). The birthday girl insisted we go to her favourite club afterwards and my hopes rekindled – I love dancing. I knew that if Shane wasn't going to make any moves, I'd grab him and grind on him on the dancefloor, press my tits hard against his chest, place his hands on my ass, start kissing his neck. I would feel his cock harden against me and I would start getting wet and breathe heavily into his ear that I want to fuck him … “Hey, I'm going to drive back home, do you want a lift?”
Shane made it to our end of the table, his jacket already on, car keys dangling from his finger.
“…what?” “I have to get up pretty early tomorrow, so I'm gonna head out now. I can drop you off at your place if you want, unless you're going clubbing.” Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. What do I do? I wanted to go to the club, but I also really wanted him there. He was practically yawning and looked extremely tired. Why does he insist on cockblocking himself!
“Yeah, a lift home would be great.”

As we walked towards the car, it felt almost awkward. He was asking me if I had an ok night without any hint of “I want to eat your pussy again” or “Fuck, you're making me so hard right now.” When we finally got to his car and he unlocked the door, the alcohol took the matter into its own hands, and made me say “Wait. Come here.” He walked around the car towards the passenger side where I was standing. I took another step towards him and said “Can I sit on you?” He smirked, sat down on the passenger side and grabbed me by the waist to pull me in. Once I sat on top of him (I'm quite petite), I closed the door. I live in a major North American city, and we were parked on a pretty busy residential street but thankfully no one was around at the time. The street was dark and mostly quiet. As I sat on Shane, I parted my long hair to one side, exposing my bare shoulders and leaned back. I moved my ass so it was right over his cock, which was beginning to harden. I arched my back as he whispered “What are we doing…” Slowly, I started to grind my ass back and forth, back and forth and felt his hands slide down towards my pussy, over my pants. He pressed a finger right over the slit of my lips and I let out a soft moan. I kept grinding on top of him while he was stroking me, harder and harder. Shane gently kissed my shoulders and neck, sending chills all over my skin. His hands found the zipper of my pants, and the next thing I know, his fingers were playing with my clit. Gentle stroke. Gentle stroke. And then he plunged a finger inside me. Three hard thrusts and then he moved his hand away. Taking deeper breaths, I moved my own hands towards his belt and started undoing the buckle. It was an awkward angle and I was still pretty tipsy so I couldn't quite get it, but he got the hint. As he undid his pants, I propped myself up so he could slowly pull his jeans down. I turned around and was watching the show with trembling anticipation… I've been waiting to see his dick for so long. The band of his boxers was exposing inch by inch of his hard cock until finally, it popped out, nice and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I kept admiring it while Shane pulled my own pants down, along with my fully wet black thong. He put his hands on my hips and I lowered myself down so I could grind my ass on his cock again, without taking it in yet. I kept going for a bit while he played with my clit until my pussy begged to have his dick in it.
“Fuck, I want you in me.” “Ride me.” His cock was ready and already covered in my juices. I leaned forward while he pressed the tip right to my opening. Slowly, I lowered myself down onto him. I was still pretty tight and couldn't take it all in, so I slowly began to ride his tip going further and further with every thrust until… Fuck, he filled me up so fucking good, hitting all the nerves without even trying. I tried spreading my legs a bit more and arching my back so that my clit was hitting him. I put my hands on the arm rests on the side of the seat and started to jump on his dick. Every time I'd go down, he would grab my hips and really push me onto him. It felt so fucking amazing, I wish I could rip my blouse off and have him squeeze my tits but I was too in the moment, and there wasn't enough space. I kept jumping up and down his cock until my arms were giving out. I was moaning really loud and so was he. It was so hot hearing his voice behind me. I could feel him starting to tense up and he quickly moved his hand over my clit, pressing hard on it and rubbing it. When I felt the rush of orgasm come on, I closed my legs really tight, trapping his hand while it was still pressed hard against my clit and and really riding him hard. It didn't take long for me to cum; I dropped myself onto him completely and kept grinding with him inside me while the last of the nerves in my pussy were done firing. As I caught my breath, I realized how wet everything was so I knew he came too. Coming to our senses, we quickly mopped up the mess before it got all over the car seat.
We also realized that the street wasn't as empty as we initially thought. We had a few good laughs about it while he drove me home. The next morning, I got a text from him saying his car still smelled like sex and there were was a small wet spot on the passenger seat. He said he would have to punish me for that ;)

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