Getting used in a public parking lot.

I had been on and off with this specific guy for a few years. We would fuck for awhile, fade away, then eventually somehow always find ourselves back around each other. We would run into each other at the store, at the gas station, restaurants, and even parties. Every time we were in the place as one another, we both knew without having to make eye contact that we were there. All of our friends saw us as friends, and they never caught on to anything between us for the longest time. During one of our “falling outs” (I guess you could say), we would pass each other heading home on the evenings. This evening in particular I made sure he knew that it was me driving home. I went down the main road, turned off onto a side road, and I came back right to the main road a few minutes later. I knew he was watching where I went, and this would drive him crazy not knowing. I began heading towards my home, smiling to myself that I knew he was driving himself crazy to know where I was. At the moment, my phone had lit up. He had sent me a text,

“What’s up?”

Normally, I would wait awhile to respond but I knew he was going to try to play it off as if he had not seen me. So, I immediately responded back and said,

“Not much about to grab dinner and get ready to go out.” I didn’t bother to ask what he was up too, because I wanted him to assume that I was busy or that I was about to meet up with some other guy.

“Oh, well, I thought I passed you by earlier but it mustn’t have been you. I wanted to see if you wanted to talk today.” I immediately almost slammed my brakes. ‘Why see earth would he want to talk?’ I was definitely questioning everything until I responded and laughed to my self.

“What are you wanting to talk about? I have a few minutes until I have to be somewhere.” I didn’t want him to assume I’d drop my entire night for him, because I wasn’t. Did I want too? Partially, yes I wanted to be driven up the walls that night but I also wanted to keep my fading act up. It drove him crazy if I didn’t care and I knew he was probably throbbing at my response.

“Just meet me at the ball fields by the park. It’ll be short I only have a few things to say, no more than 15 minutes I promise.” I sighed. If I really wanted to keep distancing myself I would have ignored the text and went right home. Part of me wanted to know if he actually had something to say. We were friends, but I also wanted space. The other part of me knew he probably just wanted a piece of me so he could sleep soundly that night. The thought of that had me turning around and heading back that way. It drove my crazy knowing we were fucking around and not a single soul knew. I didn’t need him and he knew that. He knew every guy looked at me whenever we were out and he was jealous beyond no other if I was flirting with other guys or not giving him attention.

“You have fifteen minutes. No more than that.” As I sped towards the parking lot. I took a side road that showed you the parking lot clear as day, and I saw he was there. He was parked in his red pickup truck, facing away from the ball fields. There was nobody else there. I took another lap, dragging time on for him, and I slowly pulled into the parking lot. He motioned for me to get into his truck, and I rolled my eyes and obeyed. My attitude drove him crazy, and he loved to punish me for it. I ripped the door open and said, “Fifteen minutes starts now,” and I shut the door and sat as close to it as I could. Immediately, I could feel the sexual tension in the air. I kept my legs close together, but I could feel my pussy getting soaked by sitting less that three feet from him. He tried to adjust himself to be sitting comfortably, and had his right arm out as if he wanted me to sit beside him.

“Come here,” he said quietly under his breath. He stared at me with a look of begging in his eyes for me to be next to him. I was wearing athletic shorts and a tank top. You could see my breasts from just me sitting, but if I bent over you’d catch a full look at them. I eyed him up and down. He smelled of cologne which drew me in. He was wearing a white tshirt and black basketball shorts. They were pretty loose, but not loose enough. I looked quick enough so he didn’t realize I could see his cock pulsating through his shorts, begging to be freed. I no longer cared about talking at this point, all I cared about was tasting his cock inside of my mouth. I slowly began to slide towards him as he grabbed me with both arms and slammed me to his face. He grabbed a fistful of my ass as his tongue slid into my mouth. He pulled me as close to him as I could get and I was halfway straddling him. I shoved my tongue back into his throat as I let out a soft moan, and slowly began grinding on his dick. I had one hand locked on his head, and my other hand was holding his neck as I used it to guide my hips over his cock. I could feel him jerk, and I knew i was driving him wild. He was firmly grabbing my ass, as I pulled away to catch my breath. Before he could say another word, I smirked at him and adjusted myself beside him. I pulled on his shorts and his cock bounced out of his boxers happier than ever to be free. I put my right hand on his left leg and I shoved his entire cock down my throat. He had never been with anyone that didn’t have a gag reflex, so I knew this drove him crazy. He let out a loud moan while throwing his head back. He took his left arm and grabbed a handful of my hair, as I was bobbing my head up and down on his cock. I was slobbering all over his shaft down onto his balls and he was loving it. He moved his other hand from my ass under my shorts feeling my ass. His finger slowly grazed across my pussy, and he could feel how soaked she was by grazing him. I badly wanted to sit on his cock and let him fuck me, but I wanted him to beg for my pussy. I wanted to torture him instead, so I kept deep throating his cock, faster and faster. I could feel his cock pulsating at this point (which meant he was trying to hold his cum back). I wanted to taste his cum so bad, so I grabbed my right hand off of his kneels and squeezed on his balls as I shoved my head down his cock. He slammed my head as far down as it could go, pumping his warm load into my mouth as his moans rang through my eyes. “Holy fuck. God damn holy fuck,” he kept repeating as his cum kept pouring down my throat. He slapped my ass, and I could feel his body shaking from his orgasm. I continued to swallow all of his load, licked his cock clean, and I put it back in his shorts. I sat up, adjusted myself and fixed my hair and turned to him. “So do you still want to use your 8 minutes to talk or?” I asked, sending him a smirk.

“Follow me home now.”

I smirked as I got out of his truck, and i walked to my car.

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