On the Way Home (Part 2) [M&F 30s]

Her underwear was around her ankles. His hands now inside her dress holding her, she felt the cool air on her hips, bum and vulva. His naked cock hard against her, he asked again if she wanted him. ‘Yes’ she replied, her voice pleading. She felt his fingers slide between her legs, between the lips of her quivering pussy. She was drowning in excitement and the ecstasy of his touch. She opened her legs slightly feeling his warm finger tips stirring her juices rubbing her clitoris, and searching for the opening of her vagina. She pushed herself up against him as he squeezed her hip with one hand while using the other to guide his cock between her legs. He ran the tip of his penis up and down marinading the shaft in her juices. Her whole body was vibrating with desire and excitement – elevating at the touch of his naked cock against her clitoris. He moved the tip of his penis to her vagina, his cock was thick and rock hard. He intended to enter her slowly, hands on her naked hips, her dress bunched up against her back. He felt her body radiate with warmth as she pushed her hips backwards, forcing her wet, desperate pussy onto his warm hard erection.

The fucking was exhilarating. Both she and her newly found lover giving and receiving with vigor. She gasped, he in response buried himself deeper inside her. She let out a quiet moan. He ran his hands up her body to her breasts, drawing circles over them with his thumbs. Her body pulsed with excitement, he had found her favorite things – nipples. She purred with joy and encouragement. She felt his fingers squeeze her swollen nipples, he flicked, pulled and twisted them with increasing intensity. He felt her pussy pulse around him, her vagina was tight and narrow, wet with arousal. As he played with her breasts he felt her muscles tighten around his cock. Her orgasm was building, he moved one hand from her breast to her hip, to steady himself in order to fuck her harder. The sound of their pounding bodies filled the night air.

She clung to her cold car. The man fucking her was strong and experienced, his cock stirring and feeding her pleasure. The orgasm built from his thumb on her fat aroused nipple, slowly to her clitoris that began to flood with warmth despite being wet with her juices and exposed to the night air. He saw her tilt her head back, her body shook and stiffened – he pulled her closer to him. He felt her silent moans of pleasure, as she pulled his cock deep inside her. Her vaginal muscles squeezing his penis, her body erupted from deep within her, spasming around his shaft.

Giddy and sensitive from her orgasm she felt her body quake. Her lover’s thick cock hardened as he fucked his way through her body’s wild explosion. He was close now to his own orgasm, he gripped her body tighter, fucking her with rigorous enjoyment. He felt her breasts and bum bounce as he fucked her, it drove him wild. He pushed his cock deep inside her as he came, filling her with his warm cum. Holding on to her tightly, not wanting to move from this moment into the inevitable next. His cock left the warmth of her body. The cold air hit his penis, it was wet with the thick juices of her arousal. He tucked his penis, still throbbing back into his underwear hoping the smell of her warm pussy would be present on his briefs when he took them off.

She turned steadying herself with her back against her car. She watched him fasten his trousers. Reaching down she slid her underwear back on, the close embrace of the fabric felt comforting against her skin. Not knowing wether to be tender with each other as most lovers are after sex, they searched for the next moment. She shuffled awkwardly feeling a deep sense of helplessness, unable to control her sexual desires and decisions. The man didn’t look at her with shame or judgement, he smiled dipped his eyes and kissed her cheek. ‘Thank you’ he said, ‘Today I felt invisible; I’m glad we met.’ They smiled at each other and returned to the normal routine of finding their cars, then keys and meandering home.

The lights passed her face as she drove. She was right thank God, that man was beautiful. His cum slowly dripped from her cunt to her thighs, lubricating everything it touched and as she moved her legs to drive home the smell of his semen filled the car. Her clitoris slippery with his cum was massaged by every small movement she made, filling her body with warm pleasure. The man who felt invisible was still warm inside her – he was real and potent, and the memory of their quenched lust would bring her to orgasm on those many nights where she too felt invisible.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12ji33b/on_the_way_home_part_2_mf_30s