A mostly fictional fantasy inspired by B…
We haven’t got a routine or a set day; we talk often on messenger, but we catch up in person when we can. Sometimes we send links for porn videos, sometimes we send nudes. Every once in a while there’s a grope or a kiss or a lingering hug between us, but never in public. I’m in an open marriage, but you’re the only one I work with who knows that: if someone saw us, they’d have questions. I’m alright with this, you say you’re alright with this, so we carry on as we are.
On this day though…
It gets dark early at this time of year, and it’s cold and raining; you’ve parked far away, so I offered you a lift down to your car so that you don’t get soaked through. We tease each other as I drive down, wipers squeaking on the windscreen.
I pull up and park, and we start our goodbyes… but I put my hand on your thigh, and when we lean in for a hug, I run my fingers up the inseam of your trousers. Our faces are close together, so I kiss you, and your hand goes to my tit, stroking it through my clothes. It’s very dark in the car, so I’m bolder than I would be: I find your hand with my hand, and put it under my shirt, so you know you’ve got permission to be on my bare skin. You slip your hand under my bra, and onto my breast, rolling my nipple with your thumb and middle finger. This makes me moan, and I can feel your mouth smile; you add some tongue so that we’re kissing like a couple of teenagers. I’m getting wet, and I only get wetter when I feel your dick through your trousers, hard as stone.
I’m feeling good: sexy and horny at the same time, and so I decide to throw caution to the wind. My hand finds your flies and I start working on them; you pull away and say,
“Very naughty…”
“Just a quick taste?” I ask, anticipating the answer to be no, because it usually is – you’re more able to think straight when you’re turned on than I am. But you surprise me today, and you begin undoing your buttons and moving your hips so that you’re more comfortable in the car seat. For some reason, this quick succession of movements is one of the sexiest things I’ve seen in days, and I find myself grinning at you.
The rain is hammering on the car, and the windows are getting steamed up as I bring my face and hand down to your crotch. Yours is the biggest cock I’ve seen in person for a while, which almost causes me to hesitate, but I’m desperate to get my mouth on you. I touch your shaft gently, my hand briefly on yours, my mouth watering as I take your head in, slowly. You waste no time in putting your hand on the back of my head, but you’re not applying pressure or gripping on tight. I focus on your head, making you jerk, and then sliding my mouth and throat down over your dick, taking you entirely in my mouth. I swallow when my lips are touching your body, and that movement makes you gasp: your hand tightens in my hair. I’m sure that I hear you mutter fuck as I start working along your length; you’re responding to my mouth now and beginning to face fuck me, just a little. I let you, I enjoy it – and I’m surprised I’m not sitting in a puddle, I’m so damn wet. You’re breathing heavily and I’m thinking I might actually get a snack, so I start alternating between taking you as deep as I can and focusing on your head, which elicits a very sexy moan from you. I pride myself on my blowjobs, I like giving them, I love giving pleasure to others.
I gently cup your balls with my hand, and work your head, my tongue swirling. The hand in my hair has tightened almost to the point of pain, but that just makes me wetter; I love being used, and I’m always up for some rough. I can feel that you’re close, so I deepthroat you again and that tips you over the edge. I gag briefly, but I’m good, swallowing your spunk as you cum hard. I give you a split second then I sit up, and you’re looking somewhat shell-shocked, which makes me laugh.
“Are you alright?” I ask. You give me a nod in return, then your hand goes to my stomach, and down inside my trousers and knickers, your index finger sinking to touch my clit almost exactly where I need, first time. I inhale sharply and you laugh at me,
“You’re fucking soaking!” I grin back and you slither your fingers further down, then up inside me, my wetness coating the palm of your hand. I’m breathing heavily and I’m ridiculously turned on; the only way this scenario could be improved is for you to be inside me.
You play with me, making me cum hard: first from fingering me, then from pressing down on my clit and sliding your fingers back and forth. It’s not hard to make me cum, I can have multiples, and when I’m this turned on then it’s no challenge at all. I can see you grinning between kisses: you’re loving this, despite the danger. You’ve never made me cum in person, although you’ve seen some videos.
You withdraw your hand and leave me shaking. We sit for a moment in silence, then I say, “you’ll do,” which makes us both laugh. I’m dizzy and elated and tingling, listening to the rain outside.
“Well, that’s not made me want to fuck you any less,” I tell you, and watch your smile.
“Don’t tempt me,” you whisper back.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10m2qsa/messing_around_in_the_car_mf_foreplay_blowjob