*Note: The events of this story take place in late 2018, early 2019. “Lani” is an alias.*
Lani [F21] was a beautiful young Filipina woman with stunning dark brown eyes, shoulder length black hair, and full, pouty lips that tasted better than breathing felt. She stood just over five feet tall and commanded attention with her beauty and warm personality. Lani either dressed like a Goodwill grandma in floral patterned shawls and puffy cardigans, or like a punk lesbian in all leather and blacks and thick-heeled boots; there was no in-between with her, and she rocked them both with confident ease. Underneath her clothes, her body gently curved with small breasts and a firm ass. She never fully shaved her bush, but rather chose to trim it short so that it scratched my cheeks the same way my beard scratched her thighs.
I [M25] was down bad for her, in case it wasn’t obvious enough, but that’s not what this story’s about. If it was, it’d be far more depressing, so we’re going to enjoy a little highlight reel together while I avoid handling my emotions.
Neither of us could host, she lived with her parents and my roommate, who made the bulk of the rent, was strict about company, so whenever we met up, we’d fool around in our cars. Usually, mine. The first time Lani and I got together we saw a play before spending literally six hours in an empty parking lot.
It started out as talking, teasing, lighthearted laughing. Conversation flowed perfectly with Lani, and I loved listening to her talk almost as much as I loved the idea of her perfect lips pressing against mine.
Eventually, Lani gave me the strangest warning I’d ever heard. She cautioned me to temper my expectations because she was “too tight down there.” Further questioning revealed that she was simply parroting something she’d been told by her previous and only other full sexual encounter, a man who didn’t believe in foreplay. I promised her that we would take everything at her pace and her comfort. That’s when she first said it, a phrase that’s now encoded in my brain to guarantee a pavlovian erection.
“What do you want me to do?” Her voice was hushed in a sultry whisper, her eyelashes heavy over her intense eyes.
That’s when I kissed her, and kissed her, and kissed her, and holy fuck was it intoxicating. Lani’s kiss was deep, intentional, and intimate. When I laced my fingers into her hair, she moaned into my mouth. When she pressed a hand to my chest, I bit her lip, and I could feel the goosebumps cascade down her arms. We made out over the console of my car for literal hours before she repeated her question, her voice huskier now.
I ordered her to strip for me, but while she tried to pull her shirt off, I kept getting in the way by planting kisses and delicate bites at the base of her neck. She sighed sweetly; a precious little sound that felt far too innocent for what I had in mind. Once she was finally rid of her top, I snaked my arm behind her and, while I tickled her collarbone with more kisses, I unclasped her bra, which fell to the floor between her boots. She tried to tease me about practicing that (I had, you should, too), but I cut off her with another kiss.
I leaned her chair all the way back while we made out, so that my hands could roam more easily. I cupped her small tits in my hands, pinching her dark nipples and rolling them between thumb and forefinger. Every time my hands drifted too far away from her chest, Lani whimpered against my kiss and dragged them back. When they settled back to work, she’d sigh again.
We readjusted so that I was beneath Lani while she straddled me in her seat. She joked, in a cooing baby voice, about my “guy waking up” while rubbing my cock through my jeans. I’d been painfully hard on and off for hours by that point, so I ignored her jabs. Instead, I wrapped her hair around my fist and pulled her close. We made out while my free hand wandered down her pants to fondle her ass. Before long, it wasn’t enough, and my fingers teased her wet pussy from behind.
I wish more had happened that evening, but I could tell we were fast approaching her the edge of her comfort as I buried two fingers between her swollen lips. Lani must have sensed my frustration, because she whispered, “I’m sorry,” while I pushed her up to suck on her tits. I assured her that it was okay, that we could always explore more together later. Lani relaxed into a smile at that and leaned into my mouth as I traced her puffy nipples with my tongue.
When we finally left that parking lot it was four in the morning, and the first wave of early birds were trickling into the streets. Although I cursed my blue balls, I wasn’t mad. Like I said earlier, her lips were intoxicating, and I would have waited a hundred years if that’s what it took to keep her happy. I texted Lani the next day to ask what she liked and what she wanted to try next. I was relieved to hear her say she loved kissing me as much as I did her. Other than that, she confirmed my suspicions; Hair pulling, neck kissing, and getting ordered around all got her instantly wet. Lani admitted that her tits weren’t particularly erogenous for her, but she’d missed having them touched, and when I undid her bra so quickly, she’d gone a bit wild.
We sexted back and forth, something I loved doing, but she clearly was ambivalent to. I’d describe something I’d plan on doing to her, something she hadn’t tried, and all I’d get in response would be an, “oh my lol.” I reminded myself that she was still relatively new to all of this, and that despite her willingness to fool around with me, she wasn’t a very sexual person by nature.
The next multiple times we met up were in broad daylight and nowhere near as long as the first time. My favorite of these culminated in her laying against my chest while I sucked on her neck and fingered her. Something that bothered me, though, was that she never came. She admitted no one had ever made her orgasm, and that she didn’t know if it was even possible. Full disclosure, I took that shit as a challenge.
I worked multiple jobs, and she was a full-time theatre student, so months passed before we had a chance for another long evening. When the time arrived, we enjoyed dinner together before settling in the backseat of her car. We made out like we were starving for each other, our hands tugging the other closer and closer, but somehow never close enough.
Lani paused, cupping my cheeks with her small hands. “Let me make you feel good,” she whispered. A hand fell into my lap and squeezed my erection. “Can I? Please let me do it. I want to.”
Well, of course I said yes. I watched excitedly while she unbuckled my jeans and slid them down. Lani took my cock in both hands, slowly rubbing my throbbing shaft and squeezing the spot just below the head, while she leaned to my ear and said, “I’m going to take care of you now, just relax for me.”
Then she spit on my cock. Spit almost doesn’t cover it. She slobbered on my cock, completely drenching me as she used her hands to ensure I was fully coated. Lani dropped her mouth to the tip of my cock, kissed it, then inhaled my entire shaft into her throat. Now, I’d been getting blowjobs since an age I’m not allowed to disclose on this sub, but this one stole first place without question. Everything else paled in comparison as she worked my cock with her hands and mouth in perfect tandem. I moaned in ecstasy as she pumped me, coaxing pleasure from every nerve I had. I caught glimpses of her face whenever she detached; She had the same drunk look she’d had the first night when she’d asked me, “What do you want me to do?”
I don’t know if she was a dirtier girl than she let on, or if she just loved my cock. Either way, I was in heaven, and the sight of her face, heavy lidded with lust, caused my already rock-hard member to stiffen and twitch. She really *was* a master at blowjobs.
She continued to work on my cock, alternating between her hands, the back of her warm throat, and a spasm-inducing combination where she’d suck on the head while twirling her tongue on the tip and using her fingers to squeeze just below her lips. Eventually, I warned her I was going to cum. Lani only moaned in response, furiously jerking my cock into her mouth. I exploded between her lips, my legs twitching, my whole body shaking in pleasure.
But Lani wasn’t done. She milked every last drop of cum from my cock, taking it all into her mouth. When I finally stopped twitching, she sat up, opened the car door, and spit my entire load onto the pavement. She turned to face me. “Do you feel better?” she asked, her lips sticky with saliva and semen.
Words failed me, so I pulled her into a fierce embrace and kissed her.
Lani got the message.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/llcfvt/a_year_of_kissdrunk_car_fucking_part_1_fm