I don’t know what came over me, but the last couple of days I coudn’t stop thinking about car fun. It had been a while since I’d fucked in a car and I couldn’t shake the urge to do it.
So last night I’m swiping on tinder, chatting to matches, edging myself, I ask them all “Um, random question, are you free and do you have a car?”. Of the ones who said yes, one of them responded positively to “Do you want to pick me up, take me to an empty car park and let me ride your dick?”
I’m not going to make up a name for him, or describe him beyond he looked alright, had an average dick and a dad bod. I viewed him as a disposable fuck, to be used last night and never to be seen again.
30 minutes later I was wearing a white, lowcut tank top, denim miniskirt, heels, white lase bra and no panties when I got a message to say he was outside. I went downstairs, found his car.