?I [F]ucked the Guy I [M]et at the Bank Again…in his Car?

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[A week ago, we met at the bank and he took me to his place to fuck me senseless.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b2odqr/i_fucked_a_stranger_i_met_at_the_bank_who_was_3/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
The other night, we met up and fucked again…in his car…at the park…

It all started when I messaged him about how sad and stressed out I was feeling about my recent rejection from my dream school, and he asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner to relieve some of that stress. You know, just to get out of the house and take my mind off things. Sean and I had been texting on and off for the past few days after our first encounter, but now we were actually going to meet again.

I definitely needed someone to take my mind off of everything that night. I asked him if he could bring the dogs with him (because dogs will *always* cheer me up) and he said he would. I wasn’t planning on having sex that night at all. In fact, I wasn’t even in the mood. I was feeling down, bad about myself, and had a huge headache from all the crying I’d been doing. I just threw on a shirt with bell bottom sleeves and leggings with my hair up in a little messy ponytail. Little did I know, I was going to be getting my holes thoroughly pounded and used anyway.

When he arrived in front of my place about an hour or so later I could already see his dogs poking their heads out of the window and excited to see me again..they cheered me up instantly, greeting me with little kisses, nuzzles, and yips of happiness. Sean was excited to see me, too. He took me to one of my favorite Chinese restaurants, where I got some of the best tasting spicy chicken curry and rice that I’ve ever had, and these huge fried jumbo shrimp that just melt in your mouth (have I mentioned I *adore* seafood and Chinese food?).

Again, we had a couple of stares here and there. I could tell that one of the women by the other table thought I was underaged, and one of the men over there seemed to be a bit jealous, but we didn’t mind. In fact, I think Sean enjoys the looks. Maybe I do a little bit, too. We sat right next to each other at a booth and ate, talked, laughed, etc.

Then all of the sudden he reached his hand over and squeezed my thigh. Like I said, I wasn’t in the mood at all prior to that, but…there’s something about Sean that just gets me going. It might be that he’s so much taller and older than me (I’m 19 and he’s in his 50s), or his tattoos and piercings, or the fact that he just knows how to push all the right buttons to make me squirm…or all of it. So I instantly submitted to his touch and found myself already getting excited.

I was a little shy but eventually asked, “Why don’t we take this food to go and find someplace nice and quiet?”

He caught on immediately and chuckled, responding “of course,” and asked for the bill and to-go boxes. We rushed out the door as soon as possible and got in the car and he just started driving. His hand was still on my thigh and I could tell that he was about ready to take me. “Where are we going?” I asked. “You’ll see,” he told me.

Turns out, he drove me up a hill to the dogs’ favorite park, to which they both reacted as soon as they smelled their environment from the rolled down window and saw the familiar trees. They were whining and whimpering like crazy, pawing at the windows to get out, but unfortunately for them we weren’t here for that. No..we were there for a different kind of fun.

I giggled. “Have you ever done anything in a car before?”

“No,” he grinned, unbuckling himself from his seat, “but we’ll figure something out.”

It was dark out and there was practically no one else in sight save for a few empty, parked cars in the parking lot beside us. He had his radio on and a nice, slow song was playing and the windows were still rolled down and there was a nice breeze flowing through. Finally, the dogs had died down and were just curled up in the backseat, asleep. So Sean tilted my seat back so I was lying down and leaned over to kiss me. We started making out, with my hands exploring all over his body and his tongue swirling around mine. It felt heavenly, just as it did the first time it happened.

Eventually, he lifted up my shirt and started sucking on my nipples while toying with my little pearl against the thin, pink cloth of my leggings. I was rubbing myself against his hand and breathing hard, wanting more and more. It felt like he read my mind again and he just stuck his hand down my pants (I wasn’t wearing any underwear) and started fingering the fuck out of me. The windows were down and even though it was dark and seemingly isolated, I was worried about getting caught.

But alas, I couldn’t hold back my moans. He kept going faster and faster, and harder, and started nibbling harder and harder on my buds and I came hard, moaning as low as I could (which wasn’t very low at all). When he was done and looked up at me I could see how satisfied he was with himself and I was still just lying there panting after a good cum, smiling up at him too and thanking him with my eyes.

He adjusted back in his seat and asked me if I give head, and I said of course. After catching my breath, I adjusted myself in the passengers seat and leaned over to him, watching as he unbuckled himself, pulled his pants down, and his cock sprung out. I started taking him into my mouth immediately, bobbing my head up and down and drooling all over him. What happened next, I wasn’t expecting at all..

With an arm, he reached over and started fingering me again..he was hitting my g-spot perfectly despite the position we were in and it was so hard to concentrate on what I was doing..I started moaning with his cock in my mouth and I could tell he loved it because with his other hand he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed me down to take in every inch of him, causing me to gag. Again, I usually don’t like being fingered when I give head..but he just knew how to do it so fucking right.

Tears were forming in my eyes and my reflex was overwhelming me but I wanted to please him so bad so I kept sucking and licking until finally he pulled me up and turned my head to face his. He smirked at the sight of a tear rolling down my cheek from gagging on his thick cock and the drool and precum dripping down my lips…Then, he opened his door and got out of the car. Closed it. And walked over to the passenger seat. He opened the door, pulled me into position, and took my pants off.

I was positioned in a way where I was lying across the passenger seat horizontally with my head slightly resting on the center console, and he was standing in front of me outside of the open car door. With my legs in the air, my ankles on his shoulders, he pulled up the leggings to expose my wet pussy and just started pounding into me. At this point I didn’t care anymore, about the possibility of someone seeing or hearing us..about someone coming to the parking lot and seeing the car shake and a guy standing outside the car door thrusting into me. I was too into it. It felt so fucking good.

He was stretching me out perfectly and hitting all of my spots with every thrust as he digged his nails into my hips and slammed me into him in rhythmical movements. I stopped trying to muffle my sounds and came and moaned as loud as I wanted to. He pulled out a few moments later and came all over my stomach and quickly wiped it up with some tissues he had in his car. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he said.

I was already a panting, heaving mess at this point, but I wanted more and started begging for it. “Please..I know I said I have to be home tonight soon, but please fuck me again..just a little more? As soon as I saw him grin I knew he would fulfill my desires.

Surprisingly, he was still semi-hard and ready to pound me again so soon after cumming..so he leaned over into the car and grabbed my wrists, forcefully placing them above my head.. He was looming over me and looking right down at me, staring into my eyes with a hungry expression on his face. He started to fuck me even more roughly then before and I swear I felt like I was on cloud nine. One of the dogs started whimpering in concern again as I started to get louder and louder, but we didn’t care. I think I came nearly screaming his name without a care in the world who heard me..

After finishing me off, he helped me to sit up, closed the door, and got back into the driver’s seat. It was a silent yet comfortable ride back home with my head resting on his shoulder and my pussy still dripping wet from some of my own fluids. Needless to say, he definitely relieved my stress and we’ll definitely be seeing each other again…❤

?TLDR; I was feeling stressed and sad and met up with the hot, pierced and tatted older man I met at the bank a week ago and fucked. He picked me up, took me out to eat, and fucked me in his car at night in the parking lot of a park.?

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