Last week when I got fingered on the side of the road after work [M/F]

Sexy times start below the line

I had just started a new job at the hospital. My position is flexible and I work on a different unit almost every day. This day in particular, I walked onto the unit and explained to the guy at the nurse’s station that I was sent there for the next two hours to help out with whatever they needed. The first thing he said to me was “Oh, so you’re our bitch!” and started laughing. I immediately knew I’d like him. He introduced himself as Carter. We spent the next two hours teasing back and forth before I got pulled off the unit to another part of the hospital. They say opposites attract and we certainly were quite the pair. I’m short (5’2), fair skinned, but with dark hair. I’ve got a serious baby face and get mistaken for being 17-18, despite having turned 24 recently. Carter is about 6′, dark skinned, and tattooed. He shaves his head but grows out his beard. He’s 35 and while he doesn’t look old, he doesn’t get carded, either. We had similar senses of humor and I appreciated his sarcasm. The two hours went by at record speeds.

Three days later, I got a message from him on facebook. He looked through the hospital’s records to find my last name in the employee schedules so he could talk to me. The nature of my job means he may not have run into me again for weeks to get my last name off my ID badge. I teasingly told him he was a creeper, but I was flattered that I left enough of an impression for him to hunt me down.

My job often has some very slow points. The next week I was on a 3p-11p shift and almost the entire time I had nothing to actively do, so I was on my phone reading either reddit or a novel. Carter messaged me again during my shift. The conversation started out innocent enough, with a little bit of flirting here and there. An hour or so into it, he made a sex joke. I responded with something equally dirty. Carter started testing the waters a little more after that, seeing what would faze me and how I’d react. Being stuck at work for another 3 hours with nothing to do and an attractive man hitting on me, I was more than open to it. After I confirmed that we were both single, we started talking a bit more about kinks. Notably, we both love love love oral. After a bit of prompting, I finally admitted that I enjoy some butt stuff. Carter thought it was too good to be true. He made me blush a couple times, which isn’t terribly difficult considering how pasty white I am. He confessed to checking out my ass the first day when I was bending over for linens and said he had been fantasizing ever since. I told him how much I love a thumb in my ass while getting fucked doggy and how sometimes when I masturbate I orgasm to the thought of a man giving me a mouthful of cum. Then asked me if I wanted to meet up after work…

I was nervous and excited, but I agreed. I was too horny to have the self control to say no. He told me to meet him in a restaurant parking lot on my way home and he’d show me a place. I was all butterflies when I pulled in, but he was pretty calm and cool. I followed him a few minutes down the road and then he pulled off into the parking lot of a driving range. By parking lot, I mean a 15 foot wide gravel strip that ran parallel to the road. If my downstairs hadn’t been wet for hours, I may have thought twice about it.. Maybe.

Carter and I both got out of our cars and he came over towards mine. With both of us leaning against our respective cars, we were maybe four feet apart. We started off with a lot of chit chat. I’m not even sure what it was now. Work maybe? Then I asked him something along the lines of, “Really Carter? Side of the road?” while laughing. That’s when he told me that he loves the thrill of potentially getting caught. I’d never really fooled around anywhere like this, but I’m game to try anything once. Carter and I continued to talk for a solid hour, often about sexual preferences and stories about things we’d experienced or would like to experience. I was trying to ignore my wet pussy, but I couldnt keep myself from squirming a little here and there. He never commented on it, but he did get a bit of a grin every time I did it.

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I was in the middle of telling a story when Carter closed the gap between us and started kissing me. I laughed briefly before returning his kisses. He pulled away and said, “No don’t stop. Keep telling your story. ” I had to fight both his kisses and my own laughter trying to get this story out (which suddenly seemed way too long) until one of his hands strayed down to my chest. He brushed his hand across my left breast, causing me to slightly stumble in my story, then while I was mid sentence he pinched my nipple through my shirt, hard. It surprised me but I couldn’t contain a quick moan of pleasure. I immediately lost track of what I was talking about and told him so. That’s when he backed away and took his hands off me… I was so frustrated. I’d been hot and bothered for literally hours. My pussy gets pretty soaked and now it was to the point that my panties were started to get wet. I asked him, “Are you kidding me right now?”. He just laughed and tried to act innocent, grinning the whole time. I almost regretted telling him how much I love teasing.

Carter let me stew for another ten minutes or so before making another move on me. He pushed me up against the car and started kissing me. One of his hands was on my rib cage, the other down by my hip. I put a hand on his chest and the other near his thigh, teasing towards his cock. He took a half step closer, pressing his body up against me. His dick was obviously hard and I couldn’t stand being teased with it so close. I started grinding against it and trying to mentally gauge how big it was. Carter started unbuttoning my pants and I took the opportunity to grab his cock through his sweatpants. As I stroked it, I let out a little chuckle, which I then I had to explain. “So I guess it’s true what they say about black guys then?” He smiled at my compliments and responded with more enthusiastic kisses.

I noticed headlights out of the corner of my eye. It was a back road and late, but there was still the occasional car. I broke away from his mouth and whispered that there was a car coming. I stopped rubbing his dick and tried to stand up straight. He shrugged and said “So?” and continued kissing me, only now with his hand firmly pressed up against my pussy through my pants, rubbing and applying pressure to my clit. I moaned and then told him to stop before we got caught, but the way my pussy was grinding into his hand and my body pressing up against him made my actual desires clear. I started to understand the thrill of getting caught and it turned me on more than I expected. The car passed without incident

I started to rub his dick through his sweats again while he slipped his hand down my pants to my pussy. He immediately said “Oh my god… You *are* soaked!” I blushed and told him it was his fault. He started running his middle finger up and down my slit while kissing me, causing me to moan and lightly bite his lip. Carter pulled his sweatpants down and exposed his dick, which I quickly took hold of and continued massaging up and down his full length. I wanted to suck it but between the mud and the gravel, I wasnt getting on my knees in my khaki work pants

Over our facebook chat while I was at work, I’d mentioned that I love the way my pussy tastes. He must have remembered because he pulled his hand out from my pussy and put his wet finger up against my lips. I eagerly started kissing and sucking my own juices off of it, and he joined me. Making out with him and tasting myself on his lips and tongue got me all sorts of turned on. His hand returned to my pussy and started rubbing my clit with a bit more vigor. As I sped up on his dick, I could hear his breathing get more ragged and he told me he was close. I didn’t stop. As he came in my hand (and on the side of the car) I had immediate regrets that I didn’t drop to my knees and suck the cum out of him. Instead, I lifted my hand to my lips and he watched as I licked a big load of his cum out of my palm and swallowed

After I was done cleaning off my hand, he returned his attentions to me. He fingered me briefly, hitting my gspot expertly, causing my knees to go weak. His finger strayed back to my clit. This time, instead of relaxed circles around it, he went right for the tip. I immediately squealed. The tip of my clit is really sensitive, I couldn’t handle it. I grabbed his forearm and told him it was too sensitive. He said, “Really?” and started rubbing it more. When I insisted yes, it was too much, and couldn’t stop squirming against the side of the car, he kept delaying asking me if I was sure. He loved toturing me. And I loved being forced to endure it. He planted the palm of his hand against my pelvic bone in an attempt to keep me from squirming away as his finger strummed against my clit. His left hand went back to my nipples, straying under my dress shirt, pulling on them, and pinching them between his thumb and forefinger. I love having them pinched almost to the point of pain, and he hit that exact range perfectly for me. I had a brief thought of, “Oh my god, we’re on the side of the road, what am I doing?” Those thoughts were drowned out when he started kissing me again and rubbing his finger across the tip of my clit, causing me to both squirm and moan. I was torn between pulling away from the sensitivity and grinding into the pleasure. I couldn’t take it. I needed to orgasm. My pussy was so wet that it was running down to my asshole and even getting my thighs a bit. I couldn’t stop thinking about Carter bending me over in the parking lot, rubbing my asshole, and stretching my tight little pussy with his thick cock.

As I told him I was getting close and pressed my head into his chest to stifle moans, he pulled his hand away. He laughed and told me he wasn’t going to let me cum just yet. That I’d have to do it myself after I got home. He knew I loved teasing and wanted to really, really tease me. I both hated him fiercely but also loved the whole thing. I was incredibly frustrated and couldn’t stop sighing, but I’m kind of into the long game he’s playing.

I can’t stop fantasizing about it. I haven’t seen Carter again yet, but I think I might wear one of my butt plugs as a surprise for him next time…

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