Given my age, a lot of my encounters started in chat: AOL in the 90s, Yahoo Chat after that until they shut it down. Craigslist came after that, and it didn’t take me long to discover that if I posted an interest in a scenario, a type or a particular fetish, there would be a pretty good chance of a taker. Who knew so many people had all these hidden desires?
Early August, 2017: I was 54. She was 40: Latina, but fair-skinned, with long dark hair and curves for days. That part about the fair skin is important; in the dead of summer, when everyone was tan as could be, I was — well, whatever the word was, I thought fair skin and red lips sounded good.
She had both, according to the pictures she sent. She was in from out of town, visiting relatives about 45 minutes away, and she was going a little stir crazy during the days. I suggested we do something about that. She asked what I had in mind. I suggested taking off a bit early from work, her picking me up, and the two of us going to a park I’d always wanted to fool around in.
(You already know how I feel about car sex. Risky, especially in daylight, but crazy fun.)
So, the next afternoon, that’s what we did. She picked me up in a nearby parking lot, on a hot-as-murder afternoon. Fortunately, her AC was nice and chilly. She wasn’t, though. On the way to the park, I played with her boobs through her shirt, sometimes slipping my hand inside, and she rubbed me through my pants. She was wearing a black shirt and pants of really soft material. Set off her fair skin and that dark red lipstick really well, and silky to the touch to boot.
It took us a bit to find a secluded lot that didn’t already have someone in it, once we got to the park. Some people were out fishing. Some were probably doing the same thing we were about to do. But before long, we found a shady spot, pulled in backward so we could see if anyone came into the lot.
We started making out for a few minutes, hands all over each other. I could tell she was a little nervous about someone seeing. So was I, which just made it even hotter. She unzipped my pants and told me to recline the passenger seat. She also made sure I was packing protection, which I was. That taken care of, she pulled her pants and panties down around her knees, climbed on top of me, guided my cock into her and started grinding up and down like crazy.
That made sense — out in public, you don’t always have the luxury of going slowly. Basically, I just hung on for the ride: unbuttoning her shirt, burying my face in her boobs (biting her nipples gently through the thin fabric of her black bra) and then grabbing her hips and holding on.
She came a lot faster than I expected. I hadn’t gotten off yet, but I was close. I didn’t even have to move much. I just grabbed her hips even tighter, raised my hips to drive deep into her. She did the rest, milking the orgasm right out of me with her pussy muscles.
We got our pants pulled back up in a hurry and pulled out, just as another car turned into the parking lot. Twenty minutes after that, she dropped me off at my car with a kiss and one last squeeze. She doesn’t visit back this way often, but she knows how to get in touch with me when she does — and I know of a park, not far from here.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c1wjm0/fair_skin_dirty_mind_xpost_from_rsluttyconfessions