The first time he made me cum in my car, I was embarrassed. I left, a little in shock that I had done that.
The second time, I was a bit self-conscious, still worrying about being seen but couldn’t deny how much he turned me on.
The third time, everything else melted away and ceased to exist…
I was going to see a friend and figured it was the perfect excuse to get to talk to him again. I frequently spent hours with her so there would be no questions if I were out of the house for a while. He was seeing friends but should be free around the same time I was. The second I left her place, I pulled out my phone, hoping our timing worked out, time zones always an annoying factor. My heart sank a little when he told me he was still with them. I wondered how long I could wait without it being weird or a problem. I didn’t want to go home without hearing his voice but knew I should probably go anyways.
I felt silly just waiting and I had some random errand to run so I told him that I’d do that, and then if he happened to be free, yay, if not, we’d find another time. I drove to the store and found what I needed between flirty texts that made my stomach do little flips. As I stood in line to pay, he told me he was free. I couldn’t get back to my car fast enough.
I was in a fairly crowded parking lot, so I knew I’d have to find somewhere else to hang out while we talked. He already had my breathing elevated by the time I found a spot on a quiet residential street. I was already wet as he had been teasing me since I left my friend’s house via text and then finally on a call while I drove.
Now let me pause to tell you how amazingly sexy his voice is. I’ve always loved a British accent (like most American girls, I know) but you add whispering dirty thoughts and plans in my ear and I never really stood a chance. The way he said my name…the way it got husky and lower when he told me what he’d do to me if he got me alone…even the laughter dancing in his tone as he told me random stories…it makes me crazy whenever I get lucky enough to hear it. Ugh. Anyways…
As soon as I was parked, I switched to headphones, wanting his voice in my ear. I pushed my seat back and reclined it a bit, getting comfortable and making sure he could still hear me. I don’t remember everything we said but I remember how my skin tingled and my face flushed. He asked if I brought any toys this time and I definitely remember the shiver that went down my spine when he said “good girl” as I told him what I brought. Knowing I’d want to feel something inside me, I had a basic g-spot vibrator and as well as a tear drop shaped bullet. I had worn a dress on purpose but quickly took of my panties when he told me to, a quick look around to make sure I was alone.
He told me he was stroking himself and I let out a little whimper. He told me to grab the bigger vibrator and suck on it. Hearing him tell me what to do in that deliciously sexy accent of his was so hot. My hands moved to comply before my brain fully registered. I put the vibrator in my mouth, imagining it was his cock sliding in. I had seen it before too, and let me tell you, it’s a good one. I moaned as I sucked, wondering what he’d really taste like. I pictured his cock, a perfect mix of girth and length as he told me to slide the toy into my pussy. I couldn’t help the moan as it slipped right in. I was so wet and ready, and the world outside had already melted away. I was at his mercy and loving every second of it. I didn’t try to stop the moan as he told me to turn it on.
I fucked myself with the toy, per his command and I could hear his breathing pick up too. My heartbeat thundered in my ear as I turned it up. Every word painted a picture. Him kissing and nibbling my neck (something that simply drives me wild), playing with my nipples which strained against my lace unlined bra. My eyes fluttered closed and my back arched off the car seat when he finally let me touch the other toy to my clit. It had been aching for attention. I couldn’t think of anything other than how good everything felt. How badly I wanted his hands and lips all over my body. How I hoped he was feeling as good as I was as he told me I was his good girl.
The steadiness of his throaty voice as he gave me instructions made me crazy. I was getting so close and he knew it. I wanted him to cum too, but he said not yet, that he wanted this to last as long as possible and he wasn’t done with me yet. That he wanted to make me feel as good as he possible could. My mind was so cloudy as the pleasure built. Then he told me to cum for him. That I was his dirty slut and I unraveled. My pussy clenching down on the toy as it rolled through my body.
I could barely breathe but he only told me to remove the toy on my clit. I was supposed to keep playing with the other. Sharing ideas how we wanted to touch each other, how I wanted to taste his cock, how he wanted to pound into me, he guided me into two more orgasms.
This isn’t something that is normally easy for me to achieve. I cannot remember cumming that many times in so short a time. I was breathless. My hair stuck to my neck and I could feel beads of sweat. As I was coming down from the high (I think it was my third time that was triggered by hearing him moan and gasp as he finally let go and came for me as I begged him to).
I couldn’t help but chuckle as I noticed how steamy my windows had gotten. Somewhere in the middle I’d had to move my car down the street as someone decided watering their lawn was very important and the car blocking me from view had moved but after that, I literally have no idea if someone walked or drove by. If anyone left their house. The world was hazy. I was so wrapped up in him, in how he was making me feel, nothing else mattered. We continued to talk as we regained more normal breath, but I don’t think my heartrate really returned to normal. Once I could function closer to normal, I put my seat back into driving position and we continued talking about random things until I got home and I had to hang up. I had no idea what exactly I had gotten myself into, but I knew I wanted more. That I couldn’t wait until we talked next. That I was already craving hearing his voice again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kc3jyq/he_made_me_cum_in_the_frontseat_of_my_car