I’ve been texting a lot with an old FWB who lives in my hometown. It reminds me of when we first started fucking, way back when I was only 18 (now 21, he’s now 35). Thinking about these times still makes me wet, to this day.
I used to have a lot of threesomes with him and his beautiful, [26F] long-time girlfriend. But most of the time, we focused all our attention on her. I loved eating her pussy while he was fucking her mouth, or sucking on her tits while he was fucking her pussy. Really, anything where she was moaning and screaming made both of us very happy. We had just finished one of our legendary threesome sessions, and I decided to go home since I had an early shift the next day. He offered to walk me to my car, so I kissed the girl goodbye.
My car was only parked a few houses down. The whole time he was smoothing down my hair with one of his big hands, resting it occasionally on the nape of my neck. He knows that I have a major choking kink, so it was driving me crazy. The whole time he was telling me how nice it was to have me around, but that he was a little upset that I didn’t get off as much as his girlfriend did. He started describing how cute I am when I’m squirming and moaning. By the time we reached my car, my panties were a swimming pool.
He spun me around, pressed me against the car, ran his hand through my hair, and got really close. “I hope it’s okay, but I’m not done with you yet.”
We started kissing and grinding ravenously. It was 11pm and the street was empty, but we were right near a streetlight, and the occasional car rolled past on a nearby perpendicular street. Despite the risk, I was ready to rip off all my clothes. I literally would’ve done anything he told me to.
Instead of stripping me completely naked, he just pulled my jean shorts aside and started teasing and rubbing. I vaguely remember him teasing me about how wet I already was, but I was too drunk with pleasure to even say anything. I fumbled open the door to my car and sat down, unbuckling his pants as I did so.
Reddit, I sucked on that dick like I was on death row and it was my last meal. He grabbed hold of my hair and started fucking my face until tears and drool started dripping everywhere. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he commanded me to scoot over in the seat, and climbed in next to me.
I’ve never been able to match the thrill of what happened next. We opened my sunroof, he pulled me on top of him, and I rode his cock as my head poked out of the sunroof. He fondled me and rubbed me to completion not once, but twice, in the span of just a few minutes. Several cars drove directly past, but we just didn’t give a fuck. Finally, he came in my pussy, and I crawled off. The endorphins were so much. I felt like I spent the next 5 minutes with my eyes permanently rolled back in my head before he finally left the car and bid me goodnight.
I could barely drive home with how shaky my legs were. And as a bonus: the next morning I had to hurriedly wipe off the handprints I’d unknowingly made in the dust on my car’s roof, before anyone could see.
So yeah, that’s what I think of while I’ve been getting back in contact with this friend. I’ve spent many nights getting off to this memory, and now you can too.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bsmzbr/the_time_he_32m_followed_me_18f_to_my_car_because
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