I had lost bets before, but when I bet you a manicure if you beat me in last weeks fantasy football game, I hadn’t expected to ever have to pay up. I keep up with scores and updates constantly while you’re only in it for fun and don’t have any idea what you’re actually doing. You only joined in because some of your coworkers did. So I lost on Monday, pay up on Tuesday.
You invited me to come along with you instead of just paying the cash, which I didn’t really mind. I don’t usually have anything going on during the week, so an evening at the nail salon with a cute girl I barely know seems like as good a night as any. I meet you in the parking lot out front and we chat for a minute before going in. You look good, a denim skirt hangs halfway down your thighs and your T-shirt is well fitted to your slim frame.
We walk into the store and all we can smell is the acetone as you sit in the comfy chair. You take your sandals off as they get a foot soak ready for you. You ask that I sit across from you in my folding chair so that we can face each other to talk. The lady who’s going to do your nails finishes filling the soak tub and tells you it’s ready before walking away to get supplies. You put your feet in one at a time, spreading your legs intentionally. I instinctively glance down and catch a flash of your bare pussy before you have both feet in the tub. I feel my face glow red, knowing that you saw me looking and what I saw. Maybe she just doesn’t wear underwear? I try not to take it as too much of a hint, but I also can’t help but want another look.
“Something wrong?” You coyly, innocently ask. Ahh, that wasn’t an accident then. I finally meet your eyes again and grin as the salon woman comes back and does her work to make your nails shine. I try to not get hard as we chat about work and what we do and don’t like, all the time thinking about how you might want tonight to go. You can tell I’m struggling to focus on the conversation and don’t help when you scratch your neck, making my eyes follow your hand and noticing that your nips are hard beneath the grey fabric of your shirt.
My eyes dart back and forth between yours and your chest, not caring anymore if you know I’m looking. You seem amused by me still trying not to just stare as my erection grows in my jeans. You steal a glance or two yourself down at my bulge, giving me nothing short of bedroom eyes. As soon as you get finished and I pay the clerk, we walk back to our cars in the dusk and tell me to get in your car.
“I know a cool place for us to go hang out,” you tell me as you start the car. Damnit, you must love torturing me. We drive a mile or so up there road and you pull into a closed strip mall parking lot. I glance at you, slightly confused, but hoping that you’re thinking what I am. You are. You go behind the old stores and park between them and a wall so no one can see your car from the road.
“I was really really hoping that you were going to do that,” I confess with a laugh. You laugh too, making any tension disappear. We lean in and kiss over the center console, letting me taste the spearmint gum you had earlier. I make the first move, touching your stomach and going under your shirt. my arm pulls it up as my hand climbs to your chest. You giggle as I brush your nip before I take hold of your firm perky tit. You bite my lip, letting me know you like my touch. A few minutes of kissing and groping you makes you wet enough that I can smell your sweet excitement between your legs.
“I’d jerk you off, but I just got my nails done,” you joke. “Guess I’ll just have to use my mouth.” You say, sitting upright and tying your hair in a ponytail. “Lean back, and take your pants off,” you instruct. I take my shirt off, laying the seat back and pulling my pants off, letting my veiny cock stand up tall, precum dripping from it as I jerk myself waiting for you. You pull your shirt over your head and let me see your breasts in the light from the street lamp. Your nips are light, blending in with your skin as they poke out, hard from your excitement. You unzip and pull your skirt off before climb on top of me and turn around, backing up and putting your knees onto the back seats so that your pussy is close enough for me to taste.
You moan as you feel my breath across your wet slit. I sigh as I feel your lips and tongue sucking on the tip of my dick. I pick my head up and lick from your clit across your sweet lips, doing it several times before pressing it between your labia and making you moan around my cock in your mouth. I suck and lick on you, enjoying your sweet taste as I eat your pussy out. I haven’t sixty-nined with anyone in ages, fuck it’s fun though. I reach around your thighs and gab your ass, massaging your butt cheeks as your wet lips feel my tongue exploring you intimately.
You gag and choke taking my full length into your the back of your throat. The car is filled with the smell of pussy and sweat and the sloppy wet sounds of you giving me head and my mouth sucking at your slit. You come up gasping for air and panting, pulling your legs up as I lay my head back. You turn around to lay on top of me and giggle as you watch me wipe your wet off of my face with the back of my hand.
“I need you in me,” you shakily say, straddling my lap. I feel your hand grip my spit covered cock behind your back and hold it at the right angle for you to slip down onto it. I moan with you as I feel your pink warmth sink further around my shaft. You’re so fucking wet that even your tight as fuck pussy can take take me in you with ease. You put your hands on my chest and make the whole car bounce as you start to ride my dick. I feel myself slam into your cervix, bottoming out your little cunt. Fuck you feel amazing grinding your clit on my pelvis, crying out when my hands grip your breasts.
My hands run up your chest and wrap around your neck, choking you as sweat beads down your temple and drips onto me. You scream as loud as my grip on you will allow as you climax. I let go and leave you gasping for breath while your vag clenches and releases on my dick, your orgasm making your body tremble.
“I need air,” you laugh, opening the car door to let the cool autumn air into the steamy car. You get off of me and step out onto the pavement, looking to see if anyone can see us as you try to cover most of yourself. I get out with you once I see you drop your guard and kiss you hard, letting you jerk my grooly cock between us. I turn us around, pressing you against the cold metal and glass of the back door.
You break away from our making out to walk to the back of the car and sit on the trunk, spreading your legs. I get a good look finally at your freshly waxed pussy in the streetlight. Your lips are darker than your pale skin and your vag is a bright pink inside, pretty and begging for abuse. I step up to you and guide my tip into your tight snatch. Your legs wrap around my waist as I pound into your slender body, roughly fucking you like the whore you want to be treated like. I don’t care if anyone sees or hears me ravaging you, let them watch. You reach climax again, your cry echoing against the buildings.
I pull my cock out of your twitching pussy and blow my load onto your stomach, letting my cumshot run down your body. We both breath heavily, calming down from the ecstasy of cumming together. I help you down from the back of your car onto shaky legs and hold your naked body to mine while stroking your hair.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jjv8id/losing_a_bet_part_1_mf_voyeurism_car_sex_oral_69