………….And I have zero regrets.
Let’s go back to the beginning………
I get my car washed almost daily. My car wash, very close to my house, also has a detailing center attached. The guy who does the detailing is HOT, and we’ve been flirting for a year. I recently got my car detailed, and that’s when the flirting ramped up. He seemed a little disappointed when he found out I was married, but that didn’t deter him from telling me how beautiful I am. When I picked up my car, he asked if I wanted to go for coffee some time and I said maybe. We’ve flirted heavily every day since.
Two days ago, it’s rainy out, and I know I won’t see him because the car wash is closed. And since he runs the detailing place, he usually doesn’t come in either when it rains. Nevertheless, after the kids are all off at school for the day, I drive through the car wash and to my surprise, he’s there.
And I know exactly WHY he’s there – it’s to see me.
He never, ever comes in on rainy days; he does the detailing outdoors. But our flirt game has really been non-stop lately, and he’s been telling me about how he thinks of me every night and blah blah blah. Point is, he came in on a day when he could’ve had off……for me.
I stop the car to say hi, he comes over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Oh wait,” he says. “Damn, you smell good. Lemme smell again,” and leans back in to the car and buries his face in my neck. “Wait’ll you smell my pussy,” I whispered playfully into his ear.
Yeah, idk what came over me. I woke up horny as fuck that morning, and I looked damn good that day to boot. Hair and makeup done to the nines, cute little dress on with knee-high boots. I wanted him, and no one was around. I took a chance.
He pulled back, clearly surprised.
“Oh, really? Is that what it smells like?”
“Even better,” I respond.
For a second, it looks like he doesn’t know what to do.
Then he looks down at my chest, where a hint of cleavage is showing, and slides his finger in between my tits. I let him. Then he leans in, and I lick his lips. He grabs the back of my head, hard, with his other hand and we just start making out. His finger is no longer sliding up and down my cleavage, but instead, his whole hand is fondling my breast. And I am soaking wet.
He calls me a “horny motherfucker” (lmao) and asks how big my tits are. He says he likes big titties like mine. And there it is: I am suddenly aware of what just happened. I insist that I have to leave, he asks me to come back later, but I just hurriedly drive outta there, kind of in a daze about what I’ve just done.
I go home, to my doting husband. He’s not feeling well, so he takes the day off and goes back to bed. I’m sitting there, alone. In a quiet house. The actions of the morning replaying through my head over and over again. My panties are drenched. My pussy is akin to a fucking faucet. My clit is hard and begging to be played with…….same for my nipples. Masturbating does not help – I want to be touched by another person.
Fuck it.
I take my soaked panties off, grab my keys, get back in the car, and drive back to the car wash.
He doesn’t notice my car right away; he’s working. I back into the spot next to his car, and after a minute, he looks up. I wave. He waves. I motion him to come over. He takes a few seconds to finish up what he’s doing, washes his hands, and gets in my passenger seat.
I jump on him, tongues swirling. He has nice thick lips, too.
He’s roughly fondling my tits, and I unbutton the three buttons of the top of my dress and he grins at me as he sees my dark blue sexy lace bra. Somehow, both breasts become free, and he instantly wraps his thick, beautiful lips around my light pink nipples, alternating back and forth. His hand finds its way up my dress and between my legs. And I can tell he is delighted that not only do I not have any underwear on, but that I’m soaking wet. He plunges his fingers deep inside of me, one or two, I’m not sure. He starts finger fucking me deep and hard and roughly……. truthfully, more roughly than I would’ve liked. But the whole thing was so hot and dirty and sleazy and exciting, I couldn’t help but gush more and more pussy juice.
He climbed over, it seems to get a look at my waxed pussy, and started sucking my clit while fingering me. Before I knew it, I was screaming in orgasm, gallons (or so it seemed) of pussy juice flooding from me.
By the way, this is all happening in a pretty fucking public parking lot. Cars are driving by from time to time, and I’m fairly certain that at least a dozen people saw my bare tits bouncing around while I got finger fucked and eaten and brought to an almost violent orgasm.
Next, his turn.
He pulled out his incredibly long, hard cock and I, tits still out and free, leaned my body over the center console to suck him. I was on my knees, feet (in boots) up in the air behind me, pressed against the driver’s side door. My dress had ridden up, so my ass and pussy were spread wide for all to see. But I didn’t care. I was entangled in this sinfully delicious random sexual encounter with a stranger, and I knew I had to enjoy it while it lasted. I licked the length of his cock, and took him deep into my mouth as far as he would go. If I’m honest, I’m fairly good at deep throating, but his cock was exceptionally long, so I had to let my hand work the base while my mouth did the rest.
While I was sucking him, his left hand wandered over to me, pulling up the rest of my dress and rubbing my pussy and ass and eventually using my own pussy juice as lube to stick a finger in each. I think he might’ve had a thumb in my asshole? Either way, it felt amazing.
He came in my mouth twice.
His cum didn’t really have much of a taste, which I found odd.
We cleaned up, got dressed, and he went back to work. Before he got out of the car, he leaned in for a kiss and I gave him the cheek. “Oh, it’s like that now?” he asked, a surprised smile on his face. I shrugged, and he got out of the car. Before I drove away, he made a point of licking his fingers pretty thoroughly next to the passenger side window.
I laughed, we waved goodbye, and I got the fuck outta there and got home before my husband woke up from his nap. Didn’t even know I left the house.
And definitely didn’t know that I just had oral sex with a stranger in public in a parking lot a few blocks from our house.
I feel like such a dirty slut after that. And it dawned on me that he and I don’t even know each other’s names! But I don’t care; it was exhilarating and made me feel alive and sexy and it gave me such a high. And you know what? No harm done, either! Our significant others were none the wiser, he got off, I got off – hell, even the cars got detailed. Everybody won!
I probably won’t ever do it again, but I’m glad I had this experience. Sometimes, being a suburban mom and wife is just too fucking boring and safe and we all need a little excitement. I hope I’ve inspired some of you other closet sluts out there to fuck around with your local talent…let me know if any of you have a story like mine!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n6wdw8/wanted_to_brag_i_did_something_super_slutty_the
Quite hot indeed
Holy fuck this was hot!?