Layover [MF]

Dee and I had stayed in touch since we split up; mostly just chatting and the occasional flirting session. But distance had cooled the passion over time. What was the point of becoming invested emotionally and physically when we weren't the emotionally and physically just was not going to happen.

I traveled a bit, but she flew constantly with her work, although unfortunately nevere to my town. On this one occasion I flew cross country, connecting in Toronto (Dee's hometown) on my way to the east coast. The weather worked against me and my connection arrived late ensuring me a long wait until morning with some security guards and late night maintenance people to keep me company.

I texted Dee to see how she was doing these days.

"Hey kiddo. Stuck at YYZ. Entertain me?"

Her response was immediate. "How long?"

"3 hours. 5am flight."

She respnded with an image. Her in bed, possibly naked with her finger against her temple like she was thinking. "Dont move, I have an idea." She sent a series of images over the next 30 minutes.

Her tight trainer body in purple panties and a bra and then another of her in her jacket and boots jingling her car keys. "Kind of the reverse of what I was hoping for" I texted

20 minutes passed and the next photo arrived. Dee strapped into her car seat jacket open revealing the purple bra again. "meet me in the parking lot" was the caption. Travelling light I headed out to the mostly abandoned parking garage and spotted her white volvo. I walked over and knocked on the passenger window. Dee unlocked the door and I slid in next to her.

She was sitting behind the wheel. Her long jacket open to reveal she wore only the panties and bra she previewed earlier. One leg was perched over the console.

I started to lean over for a hug, but the situation didnt seem to warrant it. She raised her hand to wave me off and rubbed her hand slowly down her chest to the top of her panties.

My cock swelled in my pants. Dee knew how to get a reaction and she knew what she wanted. I opened my jacket and began to un buckle my belt. Dee slid her hand into her panties without breaking eye contact. She bit her lip as I watched her hand make circles beneath the fabric. I slipped my cock out of my pants, and began to stroke it in time with her movements. I cupped my balls and squeezed them while she moved her panties aside and entered her wet pussy with one and then two fingers. Her other hand reached forward and grabbed my fully hard penis. She rubbed her fingers over the tip, spreading precome over me.

Dee brought her hand back to her mouth and licked her fingers clean. She gently spit on her hand and started stroking my cock. Leaning forward she raised her hand to my mouth and let me taste her juices of her slick fingers. Dee moaned as I licked them and enjoyed her taste. It had been too long and now all i wanted was to slide my tongue inside her and taste her wetness.

I pushed her hand off my cock and leaned forward to her hips. I roughly pulled her panties to one side and hungrily licked her clit. Dee moaned and began to breathe heavier. I slipped a finger inside her and began to slowly pulse inside her.

Dee unbuttoned her bra to squeeze her nipples. I hadn't seen Dee topless in a few years and was surprised at how sexual it was to see her long nipples and tight breasts. She saw me staring up at her and smiled back. Closing her eyes and leaning her head back she placed her hand on the back of my head and began grinding her wet pussy into my mouth. I lapped at her clit and fingered her as she bucked her hips. I could feel her pussy gripping my fingers and her abs tightening as she reached climax. Her thighs clamping around my face, my mouth covered in her warm slick juices.

She grabbed my face and kissed me roughly. Licking her wetness from my lips; biting my tongue. I reached between my legs and stroked my cock while she watched. Dee bit her lip and smiled. She replaced my hand with hers and leaned forward toward my cock. She flicked the tip with her tongue teasing my dick with her hot breath.

Precome leaked from the tip and she dipped her tongue into it separating the slit. She parted her lips wiser and slid my cock deep into her mouth. I could feel her tongue rubbing the underside and the soft biting of her teeth. I slowly began fucking her mouth, moving my hips back and forth in the confides of the car.

Her hands slipped under my cock and began softly pulling at my balls, slowly squeezing and releasing with the rhythm of my stokes. I grabbed her hair, resisting the urge to slam my cock deeper; just long slow strokes into the wet warmness of her mouth.

Dee grabbed my hips and pushed me out of her mouth. She flipped over onto her knees, pushing her ass and pussy close to my saliva covered cock. Her intention was unmistakable and I rubbed my cock along her pussy lips, thrusting it deep inside her tightness.

She backed her as into my hips over and over again, her breath increasing as she whimpered. I held tight to her hips, squeezing the soft white flesh and matching her motions with my own. I felt my cock begin to twitch. She sensed me tense as I felt my orgasm approaching and turned over to take me in her mouth again.

I approached the point of no return and started to unleash ribbons of come over her face and lips. She licked the tip of my cock cleaning off my remaining come and stoked her fingers through the streams on her face, hungrily licking her fingers clean.

I opened her car door to step out and redress. After I had clumsily stepped out, the car door slammed and Dee began backing even up as I still fumbled with my pants.

Her car quickly shifted into drive and Dee pulled away. It was only then that I realized we hadn't said a word during the entire time. My phone vibrated softly in my pocket.

"See you next layover."

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3xjuao/layover_mf

7 comments

  1. > mostly abandoned parking garage Wouldn’t that just mean that at that particular point in time, that parking lot was mostly-empty? Considering the time was around 2am, that doesn’t sound too unlikely?

  2. You don’t seem to understand; at no point in time since the 1970’s has Pearson’s SINGULAR parking garage been anything bordering "mostly empty".

  3. Okay, so I got curious enough to look the thing up on Google Maps. Here it is from overhead: https://goo.gl/maps/egeP5C1xY4N2 I’m counting about ten cars on that roof level. I’d say that was "mostly empty", wouldn’t you? And, as /u/Robo-boner says, the context is more likely a lack of people anyway.

  4. Two things: 1) that’s not Pearson’s parking garage. That’s the employee lot. 2) I agree with /u/Robo-boner, but nevertheless, I believe that this story is not real, although well-written.

  5. If that’s the employee lot, then why is it that if I go to [a street view from the road immediately south](https://goo.gl/maps/1zTeQnLXep42), that building is quite clearly marked as "[Value Park Garage Toronto Pearson](http://www.torontopearson.com/en/Value_Park_Garage/#)": > Enjoy convenient, covered parking right at the airport. The Value Park Garage is around $12 a day when you stay for a week. Our free Terminal Link train connects you quickly and conveniently to Terminals 1 and 3 every 4-8 minutes.

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