This is part two – you can read the first part [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uye34x/fm_finding_out_my_long_term_fantasy_had_a_name/).
We fucked five more times that day. Jonathon* was usually someone who’d max out at 3 fucks a day, but we were both just getting more and more turned on by our fun little scenario. We fucked on my kitchen counter, him standing on my “tall cupboards” footstool to really get deep (okay, this wasn’t the most comfortable way to fuck but it was hot). We lay down on the sofa, me having given up on getting shit done, and he went down on me and then commanded me to blow him on my knees. I said I was going to pop out to the deli and get us some sushi for lunch and he said he wanted to come. When I got back into the car with our food he put his hands down my leggings and started fingering me in broad daylight, just parked in the street bay. We made out and he asked if there was anywhere quieter I could drive to but it was the middle of the day and I live in a busy city area so it was an unfortunate pass on that one. Plus I don’t really have a car made for fucking.