It was a good night out. About 4 shots in my shy exterior was completely shed, liquid courage and all that. Everything was warm and fuzzy just the way i like it. We were dancing, if you could call it that, but all I was really thinking about was going home and getting fucked.
I kissed all my friends goodbye and we left, maybe a little early but I doubt anyone wondered why. My boyfriend hadn’t drunk anything so we were good to go straight home to my relief although if we had to wait around I’m not sure what I would have done. I sat securely in the passenger seat as we began the 30 or so minute drive back home.
I couldn’t wait. Everything felt so slow and I wanted it right now. I pulled my already too small crop top below my breasts exposing them.
“What are you doing.” It didn’t sound like a question more like a warning.
I gave my best innocent smile saying nothing before I pulled my skirt up and spread my legs. I propped my heel up on the door and started touching myself.
I got really into it, at first just pleasuring myself on the outside and then slipping a finger then two in, my boyfriend stealing looks every now and then. I got lost in the sensations that I didn’t even realize we pulled over. My door opened and I was maneuvered so my ass was on the seat but my legs were now around his waist.
No time was wasted as my fingers were replaced with his cock. I grabbed the handle above the door and held on as he pounded into me on the side of the road in the middle of the night somewhere between the bar and home.
He came inside me and quickly put my panties back on and slid my skirt down so it wouldn’t get on the seat. We continued our way home and I did my mini “walk of shame” from the car to the door looking completely disheveled and full of cum.
I always get what I want.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/up7btp/i_24forgot_how_horny_tequila_makes_me
at a girl 👏🏽