I[m]pulsive quickie in his [f]ront seat

Ben and I had been planning on getting together and hanging out for months. Just as friends, we had never been anything more than that, despite the intriguing circumstances in which we met. He wasn’t the best looking guy in the world. In fact, he was a little chubby and awkward. He wore glasses that reminded me of a librarian. But he was sweet and one of my closest friends.

The whole week we texted back and forth about going to catch a movie and playing some Magic or going up to the Paintball arena. It was supposed to be great. He left his house, about three hours away at about 10AM on Saturday. Around noon was when I got the phone call. My dad was never a man of many words. After I answered he just said “Gram’s gone.” and that was that. A few more sentences of me asking if he was okay and him pretending to be and then making excuses about having to call everyone before hanging up. I almost forgot Ben was coming until he texted me again. I had been frozen on my porch steps since getting off the phone with my dad, but smiled through the tears when I saw that he said he was in town.

A few minutes later he picked me up in front of my house and asked where we were headed. I told him it was a surprise and directed him towards a local baseball diamond in a huge park. It wasn’t baseball season so I knew it would be empty. Ben was confused when I told him to park and asked what we were doing there. “Fucking.” I said bluntly and unbuckled my seatbelt to climb onto his lap. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him roughly, biting his lip til it swelled slightly and I heard him moan.

He slipped his hands under my shirt and cupped my breasts. I could feel his rock hard cock rubbing against my core and began grinding my hips against his, my fingers now wrapped in his fluffy brown hair. Luckily, I had worn a skirt which made it that much easier to feel him throbbing beneath me.

Getting his jeans pulled down was a bit complicates but we managed. He apologized for how cramped it was and I could only chuckle and assure him I was plenty flexible. Our lips met again and it was like kissing a firecracker. Everywhere our skin met tingled with excitement. I started rubbing my slit up the length of his shaft, teasing him and myself. Eventually he couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed my hips and slammed himself into me with an uncontrolled moan. His head fell back against the headrest and I took the opportunity to kiss and bite at his throat. Later, he said the marks lasted almost a week.

My hips gyrated against him and he could hardly form a coherent word. His hands gripped my hips tighter and tighter. I could tell he was going to cum soon, I just didn’t care. I made sure to let him hear all of my whimpers and moans right in his ear. His lips began to tremble and he started to stutter, trying to warn me. Before he could, though, I felt the distinct pulse and warmth of him releasing inside of me. I collapsed on top of him for a moment before he reminded me we were still in public and should get ourselves together.

After we had rearranged ourselves he looked at me and smiled and asked, “what was that all about?”

I just sighed and answered, “my grandmother died and I needed to feel alive.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/49aeph/impulsive_quickie_in_his_front_seat