I will never forget the first time he licked my pussy. The indescribable sensation left me mindless. All I knew was the wave after wave of pleasure, as he ran his warm, wet tongue over my clit.
~*~
This is the story of how I ended up naked in the back seat of an Audi with Robbie between my thighs. It all started when I heard him laugh. His laugh was deep and comforting, and I wanted nothing more than to pull it over me like a blanket. The first time he made me laugh, I knew I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted all of his attention. I wanted to be his plaything. And I always get what I want. Well, most of the time, anyway. But that’s a story for another night.
It started with a message. And then the inevitable flirting. I suggestively mentioned my lamentable lack of an active sex life or, in fact, any sexual experience. And he, forever a gentleman, offered his assistance.
One beautiful winter night, he suggested we drive up the mountain to look down at the city lights. It was quiet and secluded, but cold and windy. I wasn’t nearly warmly dressed enough. I was wearing a textured black dress with a tan-coloured belt and cardigan, a tartan scarf, stockings, and black leather boots.
“Come here. You look cold.”
I stepped towards him. He spun me around and wrapped his arms around me. I shivered, as I felt his body pressed up against me.
“Better?” he whispered into my ear.
I couldn’t help but sigh a “yes, thank you.”
He chuckled, as I snuggled myself into him. His low laugh sent tingles down my spine.
We continued the pretence of admiring the city lights. As he whispered observations in my ear, I shivered again in desire which he mistook for cold.
“Still cold? Does this help?” he asked.
He moved his hands across my waist, creating a delightful friction. His hands were so big and warm. I couldn’t help but moan as I thought about how they would feel on other parts of my body.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he smirked.
“Oh, shush. What’s that building?”
As he named landmarks, I was completely focused on his hands, as they began slowly roaming my body. He used the lightest of touch, a sweet torture of my senses. He slowly moved his hand down my waist, down my belly, and then… took a sharp detour down the outside of my thighs.
I first realised he was teasing me when he laughed after I moaned in frustration. I gasped with embarrassment; I was too shy to beg. And so he continued. His hands moved from my waist up my body to stroke the underside of my breasts, and then up to my neck. I gasped and pushed my body against his. I writhed in desperation. As I pushed myself back into him, I could feel his hard cock. My panties were wet.
“It’s raining,” he observed.
I hadn’t realised. My mind was, admittedly, elsewhere.
“Want to sit in the car?”
I could only nod in response.
He stepped away from me, and I immediately felt the loss of his body. He led me to his car.
“Do you want to go or stay for a while?”
“Stay. Please.”
He opened the back door for me and I sat inside on the soft leather seats.
He started up the car, turned on the heater, walked around and opened the car from the other side, settling in next to me.
“Lean back into me. Are you comfortable?”
“Let me take off my boots.”
He rested his hand on my thigh as I unzipped my boots. I threw them in front of the car.
He tugged at my scarf. “Need this?”
“I guess not.” I took off my scarf and then, thoughtfully, removed my cardigan.
He indicated to my belt. “Relax.”
I undid my belt and put my discarded accessories into the front passenger seat.
He watched my unintentional strip tease.
“Come here.”
I leaned back into him.
“Did you have fun?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Do you mind if I hold you?”
“No, please do.”
In the privacy of his car, I felt more comfortable in sighing my appreciation, as his hands restarted their caressing. I eventually let out a moan of frustration. I was aching to be touched.
“Did you want something?”
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Like this?”
His hands ran down my legs to the edge of my dress and then up. I held my breath, as his fingers inched up the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. Just before he reached my panties, he kissed my neck and bit me hard. I gasped in pleasure.
I arched back into him, trying to push my pussy into his fingers. He chuckled, pulling his hands back.
He asked innocently, “are you feeling warmer?”
“Yes,” I replied. “Thank you,” I added.
He reached for the zip at the back of my dress. “Can I?”
I just nodded. He slowly unzipped my dress, fingers running down my exposed back.
I sighed, as I felt his warm hands run over my shoulders, and forwards to my nipples.
Just before his fingers reached my nipples under my bra, he pulled my dress down hard, anchoring my arms back.
I gasped.
He bit my neck.
He pinched my nipples.
I felt my pussy clench.
I brought my fingers down to rub my clit.
He slapped my hands away. “No,” he growled.
I shivered with pleasure.
I pulled my dress further down, as his hands cupped my breasts under my bra, fingers just out of reach of my nipples.
I arched my back, attempting to push myself into his fingers.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to touch me.”
“Where?” he whispered.
“My nipples.”
“Good girl,” he replied, biting my ear.
I screamed, as he pinched my nipples hard.
He unhooked my bra, throwing it away.
One hand reached up my skirt, pulling my thigh out.
I looked like a slut: hair messed up over one shoulder, nipples hard and pinched, dress down around my waist and pulled up, exposing my wet panties.
“You look fucking hot.”
I shivered with pleasure.
“Take your panties and stockings off. Now.”
I scrambled to comply.
I pulled my stockings off.
I reached for my panties. He stopped me.
“No, leave them. Take the dress off.”
I inched my dress down over my hips.
I leaned back into him, naked other than my panties.
He dragged one hand lazily over my nipples, and the other across my panties.
I held my breath.
“Do you want me to touch your clit?”
I nodded.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, Robbie, I want you to touch me.”
“Touch you where?”
“I want you to touch my, I want you to touch my clit.”
“Good girl.”
He rewarded me, by lightly touching my clit.
I ground against his hand, the material of my panties wet.
He pinched my nipples, as I felt myself coming closer and closer to orgasm.
He pulled my panties sharply to the side.
He spanked my clit.
I came hard.
I fell back, out of breath.
He gave my pussy a slap.
My clit throbbed.
“You know…” he started.
“Mmm?”
“I would love to taste your pussy.”
I swallowed, nervously.
No one had ever licked my pussy before.
Fuck, no one had ever licked my anything. I had never been kissed, let alone come in the back seat of a car, like a horny teenager. I grew up with the false notion that sex was dirty and wrong, and should only take place behind locked doors, lights off, with your husband. That night, I had already broken most of my self-imposed vows of chastity. I had never expected that orgasms were so good. I felt like a victim to the cruel conspiracy of sex and sexual pleasures that were denied to me for so long.
He continued to hold me, rubbing my thighs, as I continued overthinking.
“Did you like my fingers on your clit?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Imagine how nice my big-”
He kissed my cheek.
“…warm tongue-”
He licked my neck.
“…would feel in your pussy.”
He bit my ear lobe.
I moaned.
“Let me taste you.”
The rain was falling hard outside.
“Come on,” he patted my butt. “Turn around and look at me.”
This was the first time we’d made eye contact after we got into the car.
His eyes were dark with lust.
“Take off your panties.”
And, thus, I sat in front of him, naked, as he remained fully clothed.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
I blushed with pleasure.
“Lie down.”
I lowered myself down onto the back seat. My legs were pushed up against his body. He pulled one leg out onto his lap, and he pushed my other leg up over his shoulder.
He was sitting between my legs. His eyes worked their way down my body, down to my wet pussy.
I felt so exposed.
He looked up at me, as he stroked my body.
“What do you say? Want to feel my tongue here?”
He stroked my outer pussy lips.
“Or maybe here?”
He spread me open, running a finger into my pussy. I gasped.
“Or here?”
With the lightest of touches, he brought his finger to my clit.
Instinctively, I pushed against him.
I moaned in frustration, as he pulled away.
He laughed, “You didn’t answer me.”
“I want your mouth and tongue in my pussy please.”
“Good girl.”
He took off his shirt and opened the door into the rain. He kneeled outside on the tarmac. He pulled me by my thighs, bringing my pussy towards his mouth. He kissed my thighs, biting me, coming closer and closer to my pussy.
I will never forget the first time he licked my pussy. The indescribable sensation left me mindless. I closed my eyes and held my breath, as his tongue slowly circled my clit. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pushed his face into my pussy.
Fuck, his tongue felt good.
All I knew was the wave after wave of pleasure, as he ran his warm, wet tongue over my clit. I couldn’t help but roll my hips into his face, as his tongue flicked over my clit. My thighs clamped together, as I could feel myself coming.
I screamed his name, “Robbie!” He moaned into my clit, the vibration pushing me over the edge. I gasped for breath.
He laughed, as I lay there, panting. “Well, that was quick.”
“Oh, my god, that felt so good. Why does that feel so good, Robbie? Wow, that was amazing.”
He watched me, as I manically chanted his praises.
He finally interrupted me, “As flattered as I am that you enjoyed yourself, I think my wetness is rivalling yours.”
I had completely forgotten about the rain! He was drenched, rain drops dripping down his body. I watched a drop trickle down his chest, down, down into the waist of his pants. I considered his crotch with interest. I looked up, his eyes watching me.
“You should get back in,” I suggested.
I sat up, as he got back in.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he murmured, “but the taste of you has left me a little hard.”
I had never seen an erect cock before. I reached for his pants. I could feel his cock beneath. He was hard. I continued my exploration of its length. Robbie groaned.
He undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and I watched as his cock strained against his satin boxers. He pulled down his boxers and I saw his long, thick cock.
“Touch me,” he directed.
I touched the tip. He watched me, as I ran my fingers up and down. I lowered my head, mesmerised. I wanted to taste him. I licked the tip. Salty. I opened my mouth wider and took him in as far as I could. His cock filled my mouth. I couldn’t breathe. How do the porn stars do it?
I got up, knelt on the seat and lowered my head down to his cock again, in a more comfortable position. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. He groaned, running his hand down my back. I moaned into his cock, as his fingers squeezed my butt.
I kept stroking his cock while I moved my lips up and down his cock, flicking my tongue over the head. He started stroking my wet pussy, eliciting moans from me, vibrating down his cock. He placed his hand over mine, urging me to move faster. Our hands moved faster and faster over his cock, while my mouth and tongue worked on his head.
“I’m going to come,” he warned me. I kept my mouth around his cock, looking up at him. He came into my mouth.
He looked down at me and politely said, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
He pulled me up and kissed me. “We should do that again.”
I straddled him and smiled, “I’d like that.”
And that was the story of how I ended up naked in the back seat of an Audi with Robbie between my thighs.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/44l2t6/in_the_back_seat_of_his_audi_on_the_mountainside
Excellent! Now, I’m as hard as Robbie was!!