“I am so nervous.” I thought to myself as I sat in my car, listening to music and looking for the truck he described. I’d never done anything like this before. Honestly it was totally out of character for me. I have always been the good girl, the nice girl, reminding everyone of their sister/favorite cousin/college roommate. I flipped the visor mirror down and took another look at my face, checking my hair. I honed in on every flaw and got even more anxious.
Ding ding.
I got a text just as a large white F350 parked next to me. He’s here. I rolled down my window as he rolled down his.
“Hey, get in.” He cocked his head indicating that I should ride with him. I nodded and closed my window. I took a deep breath and turned the key in the ignition. “Here goes nothing.” I said out loud. I grabbed my purse, undid my seatbelt and opened the door, smoothing the skirt of my dress as I swung my legs out. “God I hope he thinks I’m attractive.”
Not only had I never met a stranger for sex, but I hadn’t had actually had sex in over 3 years. Three very long years. My legs were shaking as I opened the door and pulled myself into his truck. Right as I entered I was hit with his smell. He must have showered after work. He smelled fresh and clean and manly. He smiled, flashing straight white teeth, looking a little ornery.
“Hi.” He drawled, his accent thick. And attractive. He looked like a redneck, but bougie. I would never have guessed I’d find that so attractive. He had on jeans, a button down shirt and Broncos hat. He looked so relaxed, leaned back, one hand on the steering wheel, one hand on his knee, his legs spread wide. I smiled back, unsure of what to say. He was cute, but not at all what I’m typically attracted to. I wasn’t sure if I was so aroused because of him or because for the first time in a long time I was in the presence of a man that without a doubt wanted to fuck me. He took his hand off the wheel and unzipped the top of my dress, reaching in and caressing my breast. I sat stiffly, my chest rising and falling with my nervous breaths. He started the truck and drove to a secluded spot near Lake Meadwowood Resort. He parked in a large pull off near the woods but also right next to the highway. I wasn’t sure at this point if I was going to get fucked or murdered. He leaned over and took my face in his hands, kissing me. He was a great kisser. He was gentle, taking my lips in his and expertly thrusting his tongue in my mouth. His hands slid down my neck to my breasts, which he squeezed until he found a hard nipple and pinched it. His other hand continued down under my dress and slipped inside my panties, fingers running along my folds, and I gasped.
He sat back, surprised, a look of hunger in his eyes “you’re so wet” he noted. I blushed, embarrassed. He pulled his hand out and sucked my juices off his fingers. “Fuck, you taste good.” He said again in his pronounced Appalachian accent. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down some, his hard cock bouncing up. He’d shaved…everything. I had never been with a man who even manscaped, let alone shaved it all. I immediately bent down and started licking him. I could hear his breathing quicken as I took him in my mouth, starting with the tip and slowly sucking his entire length into my throat. My hands were holding my body up, using his thighs for leverage, and I squeezed his muscles lightly. I had told him before we met not to push my head down when I blew him; that I like to control what I’m doing in the beginning, until I’m more comfortable with him. I could tell it was a struggle to keep his hands lightly in my hair and not to shove my face down on his erection. I slurped and sucked and bobbed my head up and down, swirling my tongue around the glans as I went down. He pulled me up and onto his lap, spreading my bald pussy open with his hand while his other hand wrapped around my throat, just holding me, not squeezing. He just looked at me for several seconds before he smashed his lips to mine. It was incredibly erotic and I felt my pussy dripping onto his forearm as he fingered me. His thumb found my clit and I could sense the orgasm starting. I pulled out of the kiss, sucking his tongue as leaned my head back and rode his hand.
Suddenly there were lights. Another car had pulled into the turn off.
“Fuck” he sputtered, “Do you want to get a hotel room?” He was breathing hard and his cock was standing straight up, hard and shiny and wet from his pre cum and my saliva.
“Yes, I absolutely do” I replied as I sat down in the passenger seat again and tried to collect myself. He put the truck in gear and then slid his hand under my dress onto my upper thigh. He had to feel the heat from my pussy, the moisture on my thighs. He pulled onto the highway and headed back towards town and the brand new chain hotel we’d passed near the shopping plaza at the junction of the interstate. I could hardly contain the squeal of excitement trying to escape my throat. I giggled. “I thought you were going to murder me for a second”. He flashed me that ornery smile and said, “I’m going to murder that pussy in about 10 minutes.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nslk6u/sometimes_good_people_do_bad_things_part_one
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That was really good!
This was fire?