Kristy got in her car, and I followed on the bike. We drove around for about 10-15 minutes until she saw an old church just outside of town. Being that is was a Friday morning the place looked abandoned and pulling in she drove around to the back of the building. I parked the bike and jumped in to the passenger side of her truck.
“A church?! You couldn’t find anything other than a church for us to park in?”
Kristy laughs and tells me she wasn’t going to spend an hour driving around looking for something better when that time could be spent doing something else. And with that being said we were all over each other. Grown adults making out like teenagers in the front seat of her SUV.
Our tongues met in a lust filled dance. My hand not wasting any time to cover her heavy breast and squeeze. She moans, I moan, and its pure unleashed passion. Running my fingers through her hair I gently pull. When she moans “yes” I pull harder and her hand finds the bulge on my jeans. I can feel her fingers tracing the outline of my shaft and it sends jolts of lust through me.
I had learned from out steamy chats that she missed the kinkier side of sex. The hair pulling and nibbling and biting.
While pulling her hair I found one of her hard nipples and gave it a pinch. I wondered if it was going to be too hard but when I hear “Ohhhhh fuck yes” escape her lips and her hand squeeze my cock tighter I knew I was doing it right. I worked my right hand down searching for the lever, knob, or something every seat has to lean it back. Found it…and in a clunky and clumsy fashion, the seat crashed down falling all the way back when I pulled the lever up. It startled Kristy and she pulled up saying “What the hell are you doing?”
“Just trying to give us a little more room.”
“Then lets quit messing around” she replies and moves to open her the driver’s side door. She gets out and moves to the back seat after adjusting her seat forward. I follow suit and was pleasantly surprised how much more room there really was, but before I could pull her back in for another kiss, Kristy pushed me back into my seat.
With nimble fingers, she had the button of my jeans undone, zipper pulled down, and was snaking her hand inside and pulling my cock out. Without words or comment her head drops and I feel the warmth of her mouth engulfing as much as she can down her throat.
It was my turn now to vocalize obscenities. “Ohhhhhhh fuck yes….. That feels good!” With my fingers entwined in her hair, Kristy’s head bobbed up and down, taking me a little deeper from time to time. I can hear the slurping and sucking noises while I’m sitting back and enjoying a world class blow job. I can feel the head pushing deeper into her throat and with a final plunge her nose is buried into my pubes.
HOLY HELL!!! Feeling her throat suddenly open, and the barrier is broke. My hard dick pulses and twitches a couple of times in the confines of her neck before she comes up quickly gasping for air. Her mouth and chin covered in saliva mixed with the heavy amounts of precum.
My fingers are still twisted in her hair, and tightening my grip and pull her in to kiss her hard and deep.
“My turn”, I tell her and I snake my hand in between the passenger seat and the door, finding that same lever. Now with the seat back moved all the way forward, I have room to get into the floorboard on my knees.
Kristy turned toward me knowing what I wanted, because she wanted it as badly. With her knees bent and her feet up on the seat her dress rode up her thighs and gave me access to hear soaked panties.
Hooking my fingers around the waistband she did what every man loves, lifted her hips just high enough off the seat so I could pull the wet material from between, and down her legs. I tossed them to the side and gazed upon my treat. It glistened with the slick, sweet juices which I wanted to taste. I dipped my head forward teasing her with only the tip of my tongue. But she had other ideas, and reached down and put her hands behind my head she pulled me in tight burying my face in that lovely bald pussy of hers.
(I later found out that she had went to the spa for a waxing two days prior “just in case”)
Without the benefit of oxygen I devoured her. Licking, lapping, and sucking her into a quick orgasm that caused her moans to echo in the small confines of her truck.
I didn’t dare stop, until she was ready, and I knew when that was when she again reached down and pulled my head up to kiss me. She drove her tongue into my mouth and then licked around my lips. We could both taste reminisce of her pleasure and it only caused a deeper desire.
While our lips were locked, I pushed my jeans down a bit further and pushed my hips forward. The fat head of my cock pressed into her wetness. She wiggled her ass a little trying to give me better access. I reached down, and placed the spongy tip at her opening just barely pressing into the folds.
Breaking the kiss I told her, “Tell me, tell me what you want Kristy.”
“You, I want you.” “No, tell me specifically what you want.” “I want your cock inside me. Please put it inside me” I pushed forward and the head disappeared. I can feel the heat enveloping me as every inch of my cock sinks deeper. When I’m fully buried inside of her she again pulls my head to hers to share a deep passion filled kiss. I stay balls deep inside, and just start grinding and moving my hips in circles. The tight sheath enveloping everything I can give her and our grunts and moans bleed into each other’s mouths.
Oh jesus this feels so damn good. This woman whom I’ve crushed over, lusted after, and masturbated to, feels better than I could have ever imagined.
I take her hands from around my head and put them at her sides. I then pulled the straps of her dress down her arms and it exposed her halter style bra. I made her lean forward and that position pulled me in just a little deeper and she moaned a little louder. Making quick work of the clasp I free her tits from the confines of the elastic material holding them in place. With that out of the way I can now fully see how well Kristy had blossomed.
First one then the other, I take turns lavishing her big boobs. And the harder I sucked and bit on a nipple the harder she breathed and became vocal.
I can hear the “yes yes yes” of her urgings, and I had started a steady rhythm of pulling in and out of her combined with the suckling of her teats.
She reached down and took her own breasts in her hands and squeezed them together for me. Feeding each one of them into my hungry mouth.
I can’t seem to get enough of her, nor her of me. Its pure lust at this point, and it began to overwhelm us. I thick layer of sweat coated our bodies causing them to become slick. It only caused our copulation to become more erotic and intoxicating.
I finally pulled her hands up and over her head, holding them onto the back of the seat until she realized what I wanted. Now with her holding the seat tight, I grabbed a hold of her hips and began flat out fucking her. Long, deep, and powerful strokes. Pushing and pulling her hips back and forward while I thrust mine in and out of her. Faster, deeper, harder. Moans became grunts and words that couldn’t be made clear.
Animalistic lust was taking place in the back seat of a Toyota SUV behind a church, and we both wanted it more than anything else at that moment.
We were both racing toward a crescendo of sexual bliss. And when our breathing was coming in gasps I knew I was close. Thank goodness she was right at that point as well, because there was no stopping me or slowing down.
With a long drawn out moan I began my climax. The first volley erupting deep inside her and it triggered her own. The grunts became howls and we both peaked and journeyed into orgasmic chaos.
The heat had risen in the truck to a sweltering level since she had turned the truck off and there was no AC. Widows fogged over and we couldn’t even see outside them. I could barely breathe, but I didn’t want the feeling of being deep inside her to ever end.
The body heat between us only caused it to feel like a furnace. Finally not being able to take it any longer, I reached over and opened a door. The air rushed in providing an instant euphoric feeling. We simultaneously inhaled deeply, filling our lungs with much needed oxygen.
I kissed her again. This time much softer. The sudden cooling air caused goose pumps on our wet skin, and I saw her nipples harden again. I gently sucked one between my lips rolling my tongue around it and she softly ran her hand around the back of my head.
I eventually raised up kissing her softly, and backing away to let my now soft shaft free of her body.
“I’m going to have to drive home with the windows down to try air out my truck” she said grinning. I could only smile and work my legs out into a position to get out of the truck. Pulling my jeans back up in place and trying to get myself together while she sat in the back seat trying to put her clothes back on.
When she finally had herself together enough, she stepped out of the truck and straightened her dress out. We moved closer and enjoyed a long hug and kiss.
“You know we can never do this again.” She said.
“Yeah I do. I don’t regret it but I know it was only once.”
“Please ride home safe and text me when you get home?” She asked me. “Of course…and you can do the same?”
“I will.” I put on my helmet and fired the bike up. I gave her another long goodbye kiss before getting on the bike and riding the hour it took to get home. About a year later, her husband had bought her, her own Harley. The last time she was on a bike was when her and her brother rode the 125cc dirt bikes when she was still that little tomboy.
Another year later, I had planned a long trip, and made a detour to her hometown. She met me on the outskirts and we rode for about 30 min together before she had to turn around and head back. We stopped, grabbed us something cold to drink and talked for about five minutes. We both knew we had similar desires, but never spoke about it with words. We held true to our “One time and one time only” pact.
I stood up and put my helmet on, so I could be on my way because I still had about 3 hours of riding ahead of me. We gave each other a warm hug and quick kiss before going in opposite directions.
Kristy and I remain close, and will send each other an email checking in on one another from time to time. It’s not often we bring up out little tryst, but we both know we made a lasting memory….and that is good enough for me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7noz8r/mf_reconnecting_with_high_school_crush_part_2
This is a lovely memory