I know where he works. I know his route.
One day, we start flirting heavily before he goes off to work. On his lunch, we pick back up via texting. He sends me a little porn clip with the couple fucking in public. He knows how much of a turn on that is for me. He wants to make me wet. He loves knowing he can make my honey drip just for him, at the drop of a hat. He tortures me. And I love it.
But two can play at this teasing game… I sneak off to the bathroom and take pictures of myself in some of the positions from the video, mildly censored, and send them to him. He tells me how much he loves them, but now has a throbbing cock when he have to go back to work. I tell him it’s a shame he has to go back… as I had a video of myself I wanted to send him. I know this will make his cock drip with that delicious precum I’m dying to taste.
He playfully scolds me for making him return to work in this state – hard cock tucked up into the waistband of his pants, precum making his belly and pubes sticky under his clothes. Little does he know I’m already in the car driving…
I park at the back of the parking lot and stealthily walk around the side to where there is a heavily bushy area. It’s quite late at night, so it’s easy to creep around unseen, in the dark, especially in the short little black dress and boots I’m wearing. I pick a spot out of eye sight from the route I know he’s currently taking. Waiting for him to pass by me on his round. My heart is thudding so loud in my chest, I’m convinced he’ll hear it. It almost drowns out the sound of his shoes on the asphalt, but I can just make them out… getting closer… my pussy twitches in excitement… and closer… my honey is seeping through my tiny black thong… until he’s just ahead.
“Bear!” I whisper-yell to him, from behind my bush. He stops dead. His hand automatically shoots to the place he’s hiding the knife he shouldn’t have. The memory of watching him flip his knife around sends a new tremor through my body. Fuck he looks so sexy when he does that… I step through the bushes just a tiny bit, so he can see my face and hand as I motion and whisper again, “Shhh it’s me, Pixie. Come here, Bear.”
“Pixie??” He doesn’t try to hide his shock, but lowers his hand and walks towards me. “The fuck are you doing here?” He asks, amused, but confused.
“Shhh just hush up and cone here! There’s a clearing behind here…”
As he clears the last branches, and we’re both well concealed from the path, I leap up and pounce on him. He easily catches me and I wrap my legs around his waist, my short, little dress flying up over my hips. My arms around his neck and my lips at his ear; not pressed up to it, but with my lip just barely grazing it. “I need you. Fuck me, Bear,” I gently whisper in his ear, then flick his earlobe with the tip of my tongue.
He lets out an unintended, but passionate moan and I feel him get hard through his pants. He can’t say no. Not now. Not with my legs holding tightly around his waist, his hands clenched firmly on my bare ass. My thong barely covers my little, pink slit, now dripping in honey. He’s mine.
He digs his nails into my ass cheeks and I clench his hair in my fist as he kisses me deep. Our tongues playing and tasting each other. Exploring each other’s mouths. He gently lays me down on the cool grass. His lips and hands travel south, slowly caressing and kissing my body, through the thin fabric of my dress. I moan in pleasure and whisper encouragement. Finally, after minutes that feel like hours, his mouth and hands reach my kitty. I purr in delight as I feel him push my dress up to my stomach, exposing me. He kisses my lower abdomen and traces his finger along the line if my slit, through my thin, damp panties, making me shake. He nuzzles and teases my dripping pussy, still covered, until my body is aching and my mouth is begging him to pull them off and thrust his tongue all the way into me. Knowing he doesn’t have the time he wants to truly torture and tease me, he gives in. He slips my panties off and tells me to get on my knees. I roll over and happily oblige, arching my back and popping my ass out, perfectly presenting my kitty to him. He dives in, pushing his face into me and devours me. I have to bury my face in my arms and bite down to keep myself from crying out and calling his name at the top of my lungs. His perfect tongue expertly alternating between lapping up my honey, plunging deep into my steaming pussy, and sucking on and licking my clit. My body rocks and bucks as a powerful orgasm shoots through me, pumping even more of my juices onto his face and down my thighs.
After he’s had his fill, I feel him pull away and hear him undo his belt and zipper. My body trembles in anticipation for what is coming next… I look over my shoulder and see his pants drop and his rock hard cock standing at full attention. Throbbing and dripping in precum. I can’t help but moan as my mouth begins to water… I want to taste to so bad. “Please,” I beg. “Please, just a little taste?” He can see the need in my eyes, and though time is scarce, he agrees. “Just a little taste, though,” he cautions. I spin around so quickly that I scrape my knees on the ground. I couldn’t care less, though, seeing my prize before me. That glorious lead pipe staring back at me. Waiting for the warmth of my mouth. I can smell his sex and feel the heat radiating off of him as I take him into my mouth. I lick the length of the shaft and flick and tease the head with my tongue, causing him to sigh and lightly moan in satisfaction. Then, spurred on by his verbal approval, I grab the base and take as much as possible into my mouth, down my throat. He quietly calls my name as my lips slip up and down, sucking and pulling him harder and faster, until he grabs my hair in his hand and tells me it’s time to bend over again.
I dutifully pull away and present myself to him again. This time, I am rewarded for my good behavior. His thick head presses up against me and I push back into it. I want it so fucking bad. “Pleeeease fuck me, Bear,” I beg. And he slides slowly, inch by inch, all the way into my hot, soaking wet pussy. “Fuuuuuuuuck,” I moan. All thoughts on being quiet forgotten as he thrusts his thick, throbbing cock in and out. Pumping. Filling. Demolishing me. My nails digging into the dirt and grass below us, his digging into my hips. I’m keeping rhythm with him, bouncing my ass as hard as I can, until another hard orgasm rocks through my body, making my buck and convulse in ecstacy. He holds on tighter and thrusts faster, building up to his own orgasm till it shoots red hot lava deep into me so hard I can feel it hit my walls and fill me up. We stay like that, panting, sweating in the crisp night air till we’ve loosed our loads fully. Intertwined juices dripping out of me, covering both our sexes. Till it’s over, and he has to return to work. Finish his rounds. We kiss deeply again, but softer this time, as we say goodbye…
Oh my dearest Bear… some day…
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Love how passionate this was?