A quick ride in an SUV [FM]

Christmas can be a boring and frustrating time, for me at least… spending a couple of weeks back home without much to do beyond being stuck in the house with my parents and younger sister. This year has been a particularly dull one, as most of my usual friends from the area have been away or haven’t returned home, leaving me without much to do over the Christmas period. It’s the kind of thing that sends a girl to Tinder to pass the time…

My search for an excuse to leave the house reached its peak in the immediate aftermath of Christmas, as cabin fever truly took hold. Even this proved largely fruitless (everyone is busy with more important things I suppose), but finally a possibility emerged.

Boxing Day saw me frequently reaching for my phone to chat and plan possibilities with a 53 year-old who had Super Liked me and was very keen for a quick and satisfying meet-up, and we spent the day talking on and off about experiences and potential plans, which were finally set in stone for the following evening.

So, that night, I was going to “pop out to catch up with a friend”, and put on a white blouse, black tights and French knickers, and pulled on a black, front-zipped dress to top off the outfit, before grabbing a warm jacket and heading out to my car. Neither of us had a place available to meet, so instead he’d suggested a car park a short drive from me. When I arrived at the agreed place, I panicked… the car park was filled with a group of young lads! I parked as far away as possible and was all ready to escape when I received a message on my phone – the guy I was meeting had spotted the same group and decided another meeting place would be safer. This was another car park not much further away, so without further I do I sent a quick “OK” message and left the car park as quickly as possible while avoiding the gazes of the loitering boys.

Thankfully our second meeting spot was less problematic – a small, secluded car park that was unused in the evening. Its sole occupant was the man I was due to be meeting, and as I pulled into the car park he spotted me and got out of the driver’s door of his black SUV with – handily – blacked out windows.

He waited by his car until I parked and got out, greeting me warmly and complimenting my looks and outfit as he looked me hungrily up and down. He was dressed in a simple light blue shirt and pale trousers, and had a cheerful face to match his demeanour and something of a beer belly. “I really didn’t think you’d come, this is definitely a late Christmas” he joked in his local accent, before apologising about the last minute change in location. With the cold winter air already beginning to chill me (and no doubt him), he suggested climbing into the back of the SUV as he slid one of the doors open. All of the seats in the rear were already laid out flat to give us space, with a blanket laid over the top of them all. It felt a little odd climbing into a car like this, and as he got in after me we both ended up half-kneeling, half-sitting across the folded-down seats.

There was a little more small talk before he cut to the chase. “Shall we get you out of some of these clothes so I can make you cum?” I nodded vigorously to ensure he saw in the dim internal lighting of the SUV, which was my cue for him to reach out towards me. “This dress has a convenient zip” he commented as he reached out and easily pulled the front zip of my dress all the way down, allowing me to shrug it off my shoulders and off.

Now sat in my blouse and underwear, his hands reached down to my lower legs, clearly enjoying the feel of my tights and the joys beneath them as his hands ran slowly up my legs, his gaze shifting from my body to make eye contact every now and then. He took a little more time rubbing and teasing my upper legs, before reaching to grasps my tights and knickers, pulling them slowly down as I instinctively raised my hips. As my underwear was peeled away I realised that I was already wet and breathing a little more heavily, excited as I couldn’t help but open my legs slightly to provocatively present my pussy to this stranger, enjoying how it attracted his gaze absolutely.

There was a brief pause here as the tights reached my feet, with the realisation I was still wearing my shoes. Some hurried fumbling later the shoes were discarded into the footwell, and my tights and French knickers followed to leave me in just my blouse. “Mind if I get naked?” he asked as he continued to drink in the view in front of him, barely pausing for my assent as he unbuttoned and shed his shirt, then awkwardly bucked and writhed his way out of his trousers and briefs, revealing a growing erection as he did so.

Now naked but for his socks, his hands quickly returned to my legs, sliding up them as his face inched closer to its goal, while a combination of my own actions and his hands spread my legs to invite him onward and upwards. Shuffling a little to make myself comfortable, I laid back a little but remained partially sat up to watch as he wasted no time in extending his tongue and lapping at my pussy as he came within touching distance, causing me to gasp involuntarily. Clearly satisfied with this initial reaction, he went to work, and his tongue was soon sliding all around my pussy, from the outline of my lips to my inner folds, and upwards to my clit.

Having taken a tour of my most intimate region, his focus turned purely to pleasure, shuffling forward to lean in closer and put all of his focus on rediscovering and then licking and sucking my clit. Soon my legs were over his shoulders and I was moaning and writhing in enjoyment at the pleasure and the hungry attention being played to me, and this only increased as he reached up to rub my slit and – finding no shortage of wetness – confidently sliding two fingers into me. He began to finger me, slowly at first then with increasing speed, as he worked even harder on my clitoris in conjunction with this. It had been a while since I got off – the joys of spending time in the family home – and so I couldn’t withstand this effort for long before crying out loudly and repeatedly (which sounded incredibly loud to me in the confines of the car) as I came, my hips bucking this way and that out of my control.

“Should I carry on?” he asked, somewhat out of breath, and it was hard to say no – he was already down there, after all. Cue him spreading my legs wider in the back of his SUV, and diving his head back between my legs. After exploring my growing wetness a little with another round of exploring, it was back to my clit again, lapping, flicking and sucking, stopping only to ask me to take off my blouse, which I fumbled with as he pleasured me. My second orgasm built a little more slowly but was still well on its way when he asked me to turn over, waiting until I was on all fours before pressing his face between my cheeks and letting his tongue trace all around my pussy again. After a little shifting and moving on his part he found a comfortable position to return his focus to my clit, and was soon building my orgasm again.

With my head down, I could dimly see that he was stroking his cock as his tongue worked on me, and so it was no surprise when he stopped for a moment to ask “Do you still want me to fuck you?” I moaned my assent, but he wanted more. “You want to feel my cock inside you?” he pressed. “Yes, I’m ready to be fucked” I replied. He moaned at this, but returned his tongue to my pussy for now, redoubling his efforts slurping and lapping at my clit. I continued to moan and sigh, he continued to slowly stroke his cock, and then finally, he was ready…

His head moved away from my pussy, and he quickly got onto his haunches and moved over to me. Once in place, I felt his erection nudging against me, before it slipped into me in one easy motion to a gasp from us both. After enjoying that moment for a while, he held my hips and began to fuck me, easily getting into a rhythm as he began to fuck me. With my orgasm already quite close when he penetrated me I sought release by reaching under me to play with my clit, which he enjoyed greatly. “Make yourself cum on my old cock” he whispered to me… which I had every intention of doing. We continued for a couple of minutes – our bodies now slapping together, his cock wetly sliding in and out of me at a decent pace, my fingers frigging my clit. All of this was enough to get me off, and although this orgasm was less intense it was just as satisfying as I moaned and, as the sensitivity became too much for an instant, involuntarily pulled away from the penis buried inside me.

Recovering my breath and turning around, I finally got a good view of the fully erect – and glistening – cock which had been fucking me. It was perhaps the smallest I’d had, but it made up for it with thickness, and I wasn’t going to complain as he asked me to turn around and lay down for him. Now on my back, legs open and ready for him. Moving over between my legs, he took his cock in his hand and easily sunk it back into me. Leaning forward over me he began to fuck me again, this time faster and harder, perhaps more willing to seek his own release now he’d seen me through my second orgasm.

We fucked for a while, the SUV rocking gently as he thrust into me and his penis wetly, slickly moving in and out of me, popping out once or twice as he pulled out too far only to be quickly slipped back into my welcoming pussy. After this happened a third time, he moved to press himself closer to me, his body on top of mine – his body grinding against mine and the angle of entry stimulated me far better, and I shifted my own body slightly, raising my legs to encourage him closer and deeper in me. As I moaned louder and breathed harder, he noticed the change in my tone and clearly enjoyed it greatly… “That’s right… you love being fucked like this don’t you… are you going to cu on my cock again… that’s right, cum on my cock, before this old man fills your pussy with his cum.”

Dirty talk isn’t always my thing, but hearing this stranger wanting to cum inside me as he fucked me in his car was certainly stimulating me mentally while his cock hit the right spots physically, and without thinking about it I wanted to spur him on. “Fuck me.. make me cum” was my plea, and sure enough he pressed more firmly against me as he began to fuck me hard. His body against mine as he thrust rapidly was getting me there fast, and my moans were growing louder again. I could feel his hot breath on my face, then in my ear, as he urged me on with his voice. “That’s right… cum for me… let this old man make you cum”.

I couldn’t take any more… “I’m gonna cum” I warned, triggering a final hard fucking that took me over the edge as my pussy squeezed his cock, my hands tightly gripped the blanket underneath me and I moaned and orgasmed again. He eased off his thrusting a little as I tightened around him, only to lean back and resume fucking me rapidly as my own orgasm subsided. “It’s my turn now.. I’m gonna cum deep inside your little pussy” he growled, as I continued to grip the blanket and still trying to catch my breath urged him to cum inside me. His hands now gripping my thighs and holding my legs up and apart, he didn’t require much urging, slapping against me as he fucked me hard, reaching the point of no return and lost in everything except his own forthcoming wave of pleasure. He groaned and grunted repeatedly as his seed finally boiled over, and I couldn’t help but moan some more as I felt his cum spurting forth in waves inside me.

After that there was a period of silent reflection and recovery as we both got our breath back, until I finally groggily sat myself up. This spurred him to sit up in turn, scrambling over the console to reach to the front seats and produce some tissues for me to clean myself. He talked a little about how good that felt, asking if I wanted another round – a tempting offer, but the car was now steamed up and feeling uncomfortably hot, and I’d promised my parents I wouldn’t be gone too long before I returned home to “be sociable” with them.

Cleaned off as best I could, I scrambled to retrieve my clothes and shoes strewn around the SUV, putting them on and straightening my dress and hair in the rear-view mirror as best I could before hopping out of his car. He was also dressed by this point, but sat with the door open cooling off as he waved me goodbye and thanked me for “an amazing fuck”. Starting the car and driving off, I put some music on to prevent my mind wandering back to what I’d just been doing, while the in-car heating was set to cold to cool off my flushed face and sweaty visage before I returned home to my family.

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