We had been chatting a bit on AFF and were both attracted but hadn’t met yet. You left me a message on AFF saying, “Meet me at Whisky Jack’s at 9:30 – I’m ready for a fun night”. Your hair was fixed and hanging in loose curls down your back. Your makeup was perfect, and you slipped on a short, low-cut, blue dress that just covered your firm, bra-less tits and your sexy ass, but not much more. You slipped on a pair of high-heeled sandals, adding 3 inches to your height, and ran your hands up your sexy legs to smooth your thigh-high stockings. A quick look in the mirror confirmed you looked ready for fun.
Whisky Jack's is a nice hangout during the week and on weekends the live bands can really have the place hopping. You told me you love to dance but hadn't had a chance to let loose in weeks. I’m not a great dancer, but I am willing and can manage to keep up. The band performing that night was listed as playing a broad range of music, including country, swing, pop, and rock – I wasn’t sure what you preferred, but it seemed there was something for everyone. I arrived a little before 9:30 and walked up to the door. There was a cover, so I paid the bouncer and surveyed the bar – searching for you. I didn’t see you, so I found a table near the back, where the lights were low, ordered a whisky on the rocks from the waitress and sat back to wait for you to arrive – enjoying the live music, which already had several couples up dancing.
It wasn’t long before I saw you walk in the door, looking very hot in your short, sexy blue dress. You said something to the bouncer and winked at him as you handed him money for the cover – he smiled and flushed a bit as he gave you your change. Other heads were turned your way as you left him at the door watching your ass with a big smile. Your eyes made a complete circuit of the room before you saw me sitting near the back. Your eyes lit up and you flashed a big, beautiful smile when you recognized me. My pulse sped up as I saw you smile and watched you make your way slowly toward my table. More heads were turned, as men’s eyes followed your progress through the other tables, focusing on your sweet ass and sexy legs, but your eyes remained fixed on mine.
Our eyes were locked, and you had a shy smile on your face, as you arrived at my table. I stood and reached my hand out to welcome you and guide you into a chair near mine. The seating in the back was darker - more intimate. I wondered what you were thinking as you sat close to me, giving both of us a slight quiver of excitement when our knees brushed under the table. Up close, I could see you were even prettier than your photos, with beautiful hair, sexy, full lips and sparkling eyes full of mischief.
You also ordered a whisky on the rocks from the waitress without breaking eye contact with me. Now that you were here, we both seemed temporarily mesmerized, and neither of us spoke a word for what seemed like minutes – we hadn’t met before and, although you walked into the bar with confidence, you suddenly seemed shy. I just stared back into your beautiful eyes, then finally placed my hand gently over yours again, and said, “we can take it slow – let’s just enjoy the music and get comfortable with each other”. You smiled again, seeming more relaxed. We sat and looked at each other while the band continued to entertain the crowd with a variety of music.
"You came here to dance?" I asked, as if we'd never discussed meeting before. "Yes," you nodded. "Then let’s dance," I said as I stood up, took your hand, and moved us out onto the floor. The song was neither slow nor fast – I held you with some space between us as we moved around the floor. You were obviously a good dancer but didn’t appear to mind or to notice that I wasn’t. When that song ended, we stayed on the floor, then danced the next one and the one after that. We were both becoming more relaxed, and I found myself moving more confidently and comfortably with you as we progressed from song to song.
The band changed tempo and proceeded into a slow love song. I looked into your eyes and saw them soften as I pulled you closer. You put your hand against my chest to steady yourself as my arm slipped around your back. We were both perspiring lightly from the faster dances, and I could feel the beating of your heart as I pulled you closer. Neither of us spoke - the excitement of being in the arms of a virtual stranger had both of us a bit tongue-tied. We danced slowly around the room, and I could feel your thighs moving against mine. It felt incredibly erotic, and I knew you felt the same, since I could feel your heart beat faster with excitement. My hand was moving in slow circles against the small of your back while we swayed and danced to the slow music. Your body felt so hot and alive against mine, and I was getting aroused just from the contact and the slow, sensual motion of our dancing.
The song ended and the band announced they were taking a break, so we went back to our table. Our drinks were empty, so I ordered fresh ones before excusing myself to use the restroom. The drinks arrived before I returned, and, when they arrived, you picked up your icy cold glass, tipped your head back, closed your eyes and pressed the coolness it against your neck. When I returned, your eyes flew open to see me standing at the table watching you with my eyes full of desire. I slid back into my chair, capturing one of your knees between mine, forcing you to sit with your legs slightly spread under the table. I smiled mischievously, while you lowered your glass to the table and pushed your hair back off your neck with one hand. I watched a trickle of moisture run down your neck, over your collarbone, down your cleavage, and disappear beneath the neckline of your dress. When I lifted my eyes to yours, you could see the lust shining in them. You shivered involuntarily, and your body tightened as an image of the two of us in bed, locked in a sweaty embrace, popped into your mind. I shifted my knees against yours and slid one further up the inside of your thighs. You looked at me questioningly, as I dropped one of my hands below the table, and I watched your face as I slid my hand over your knee. I continued with small talk about the band and the music, just resting my hand on your knee. The touch was electric to you, and you were holding your breath, wondering what I would do next. I leaned forward and slowly moved my hand up your leg, sliding it along your stocking as far as I could reach. I stroked your inner thigh with one finger and nudged your feet farther apart with my foot. You seemed completely mesmerized by my stroking finger and welcomed both my knees wedging between yours.
We both knew that, if anyone looked, they would see your legs spread apart and your dress hiked up under the table, but your pulse was racing, and both of our thoughts were on the lustful passion we were feeling. I could reach the top of your stockings and touch your smooth skin above, but I couldn't reach all the way to your panties – your panties were getting wet, though, wishing I could touch you there.
The band started playing again, and you scooted back, a little further out of reach, then adjusted your dress and said you were going to the restroom before we started dancing again. I watched you with desire me as you walked toward the back, but you resisted the urge to turn around and look back at me. Everyone else had used the facilities while the band was resting, so you had the restroom to yourself. You locked the door and smiled at the wanton creature looking back at you in the mirror. She looked like someone who knew what she wanted. After using the restroom, you ran cold water over your wrists to try to calm yourself. I had moved over to stand right in the door frame to the restroom, and you were looking down as you opened the door and almost walked into me. You looked up in shock when you realized the person blocking the door was the very man who had occupied your wanton thoughts while looking in the mirror.
I smiled and began backing you back into the bathroom. You let go of the door, and I pushed it closed behind us and snapped the lock. All you could do was stare at me as I took your purse and dropped it on the counter. My tongue licked my lips, and you gave a tiny moan - "We could get caught," you warned. "Do you really care?" I asked as I pulled you hard against me. "No," you breathed as your arms encircled my shoulders and pulled my lips down to yours. My mouth was greedy, pushing hard against your, kissing you passionately and forcefully. I slid one hand into your hair and pulled your head back, thrusting my tongue into your open mouth. Our tongues explored each other as we tasted each other for the first time. When I finally pulled back, we both gasped for breath. I moved my lips to your neck, kissing, licking and biting the sensitive flesh of your throat. You shivered as my other hand moved down over your breast. Your nipples grew hard, and I could feel them pushing out through the thin fabric of your dress. My mouth moved instinctively to your nipples, sucking them each right through the thin fabric of your dress, causing you to arch your back and pull my mouth hard against your chest.
Heat pooled between your legs, and you could feel the thrust of my hardening cock against your belly. You moaned and rubbed your pelvis hard against me. Your hands dropped to my waist and held on as I pushed you back against the door. You dropped one hand and cupped my erection through my pants, and I groaned and rocked my hips so your hand pressed harder against my cock. My hand was still holding your hair, and I pulled your head back again and bent down to lick and bite your neck while you continued to stroke my rock-hard cock through my pants. My other hand slid down to the hem of your dress and began inching your dress up. You arched against me as my hand crept higher up your thigh. “Yes”, you moaned, “right there”. My hand cupped your pussy over your sexy, little, lace panties, and I ground the heel of my hand against your mound, putting electric pressure on your clit. I released your hair and used my free hand to lift your dress up to your waist. I probed the wet crotch of your panties with my fingers, feeling how wet the already were and feeling the heat coming through them from your pussy.
"Spread your legs further apart," I demanded, and you obliged – my fingers pulled aside the crotch of your panties, revealing your wet, swollen pussy to my probing fingers. As I pressed my body against yours, you continued to press and rub my erection with your hand. Your other hand was holding onto my shoulders for balance. You looked over my shoulder and saw in our reflection in the mirror that your dress was bunched up at your waist and your legs were spread wide for my hand to fully explore your wet pussy, driving you wild. You closed your eyes, holding that erotic image, as I slid a finger along your hot, wet slit and up to press against your hard, little clit, which was so needing attention. I circled your hard clit with my finger, then pinched it lightly between my thumb and forefinger. Holding onto my shoulder for support, you could only moan and squeeze my cock, as I rubbed and flicked your clit with my fingers and thumb.
"My God, you're wet," I whispered. "Is this what you need?" You could only look up at me, lost in the sensations I was creating. You could feel the juices from your pussy spreading as I stroked your wet slit and clit. "Are you afraid?" I asked. "What?" you moaned, pushing your pelvis harder against my hand. "What if someone hears us?" I asked. "I, I don't know," you whimpered while I slid two fingers deep inside your wet pussy. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked. You were lost in lust, breathing heavily and moaning - getting close to an orgasm, and I kept alternating thrusting fingers inside your hot, hole and rubbing your hard clit as I watched your face. "No, oh God, please don't stop," you begged, I nuzzled your throat again and continued to send electric shocks through your pussy with my hand. "Are you going to cum?" I asked as my teeth nibbled at your neck. "Yes, oh please, yes," you were past caring about anyone hearing or about what else I did - you just wanted my hand to keep stroking you, to keep finger-fucking you and to keep stroking your clit, rubbing you closer and closer to orgasm. "Are you sure," I whispered into your ear. You began to pant in time with my strokes. "Yes, oh god - make me cum," you pleaded. “I need to cum!”
My hand moved faster and faster as you pushed your dripping pussy hard against me. The tension in your body mounted, then peaked, and finally with one thrust and one last flick of my finger, you exploded against me, moaning and groaning as the exquisite pleasure spread out from your clit to encompass your entire being – your body convulsing with the power. I shoved two fingers deep inside you again and felt your muscles squeezing them hard and with pulsing, throbbing clenches, as your spasms continued, on and on. You continued to ride my hand, thrusting against it, as my movements slowed. When you finally stopped moving and pressing your pelvis against me, I slipped my hand out and slowly licked the length of both fingers, savoring your sweet juices. Your eyes were fixed on my fingers and tongue – you couldn't tear your eyes away as I licked my fingers clean.
"You're just as delicious as I knew you'd be," I said, smiling as I bent down to kiss you gently on the lips. You could taste yourself on my tongue – an interesting and provocative mix of whisky with your natural, slightly musky juices. “No one has ever told me that”, you replied, “and I’ve never really tasted myself like that before - do all women taste the same?” “I don’t know about ALL women”, I replied, “but I’ve never tasted anyone better.”
You reached for the waistband of my pants, so you could bring me the same kind of pleasure and relief I’d provided you, but I covered your hand with mine and stepped back slightly, saying, "Not yet. We'll get to me, eventually", and leaned down to give you another soft, tender kiss. And I whispered in your ear, "Oh, and before you come back to the table…", then pausing, as you looked up at me, wondering what I was saying. With a mischievous smile, I finished my thought, "lose the panties."
You looked a little shocked at first, but then smiled back, as I unlocked the door and stepped out – thankfully, the band was still rocking, and there was still no one waiting for the restroom. I re-locked the door and pulled it closed behind me, so you were alone. You had never been out in public in a dress without panties, but it sounded deliciously naughty and arousing – your still-wet pussy was heating up again and more moisture was flowing as you slipped off your wet panties and stuffed them in your purse. Then you checked yourself in the mirror – seeing a very lusty, flushed, and wanton woman staring back at you. You smiled at yourself, adjusted your makeup and hair, then unlocked and opened the door, walking past a couple of other women waiting to use the bathroom as you returned to the table.
When you reached the table, I looked up at you questioningly, silently asking if you had complied with my request. You flushed a bit and gave me a quick nod, then, before you could slide into your chair, I took your hand and led you back onto the dance floor. We resumed dancing – the songs were mostly faster, so we were mostly not touching much – smiling a lot, and chatting and laughing – feeling closer, but not doing anything overtly sexual. But there was a definite feeling of sexual tension the few times we danced close. The earlier heat seemed to mellow, that is, until the lights were lowered even more as the band moved into a set of mostly slow love songs. I pulled you very close, so we were touching all the way down, with my hands resting on your hips and your arms up around my shoulders. You sighed softly, as we held each other close and began to sway with the music. I shifted my hands and spread my fingers to cup your sweet, sexy ass, pulling you against my crotch. You closed your eyes and pushed against me, focusing on the feel of the hard bulge pushing against you and wanting to rub yourself against it. Your head was on my shoulder, and I dipped my head to whisper in your ear, "Feel what you do to me," and brushed soft, tender kisses down the side of your neck. Your breathing deepened, and you felt my tongue on the skin where your shoulder meets your neck, followed by my lips, then my teeth in a love bite that wasn’t so tender – exhibiting a return to some of the passion from earlier. You emitted a tiny moan and pressed your own lips against my neck, kissing softly at first, but then with increasing passion and urgency.
Your nipples pearled into hard aching points, and you could feel heat gathering again in your crotch as your pussy readied itself for the hard cock that was straining the front of my pants and that you ached to have inside you. I could feel your nipples against me and the urgency with which you were kissing my neck and pressing and grinding yourself against my, once-again, rock-hard cock. I glanced around at the other dancers, but no one was paying any attention to us. The dance ended, and we let go of each other reluctantly. You looked at me lustfully and asked quietly, “should we leave”? But I didn’t want to leave yet, so I took your hand and led you back to our table. I sat opposite you and smiled as I looked across at you. You were flushed and breathing a little fast from the excitement of that last dance. You studied the smile on my face, and it dawned on you that I was deliberately raising your temperature – teasing you and arousing you, while I remained in control – in control of when all the pent-up sexual energy would be released. But you also knew I was only in as much control as a man with an erection can be. So, you decided it was time for you to play the same game and raise the stakes.
You reached under the table, removed your right sandal, and nudged my leg with your knee so I had to spread my legs a little to accommodate yours. Then you lifted your leg and slid your foot in between my thighs, up against my still-hard erection. We locked eyes as I realized what you were up to. I smiled at you, appreciating that you were not going to let me be in full control. Your foot was planted firmly against my zipper, and I involuntarily sucked in my breath while you wiggled your foot around a little. We continued to talk, but I was having some trouble focusing as you alternated pressing your heel and instep against the bulge in my crotch. With your toes, you could feel the outline of the head pushing up toward my waistband. You pushed more firmly against it and separated your toes, spreading them on either side of my hard, sensitive cockhead. As you moved your toes up and down, I quit pretending to chat and groaned, "Oh God," then reached down to hold your foot against my aching erection. I pushed and rolled my crotch against the pressure of your foot and said, "You’re getting even with me for teasing you, aren’t you”?
You just grinned at me – a big, “I’ve got you now” smile. But I decided to even the control again, and reached down, under the table to run my hand up your leg. You were stretched back to reach your foot across to me, so I couldn't reach very far up your thigh, but your memory of the bathroom and your lust for the hard cock your foot was pressing against immediately ramped up the heat in your crotch, making your pussy start to swell and flow again – making you even wetter, and totally overcoming your desire to tease. We both wanted to release all this sexual tension, and we wanted it soon. "Put your shoe on," I said and gave your foot one last pat before pushing it away. You slipped your sandal back on and slid out of your chair, but looked a little puzzled when I pulled you back onto the dance floor, rather than leaving to find a private place to finally slide my rock-hard cock inside your hungry, wet pussy.
The song was a slow one, and I wrapped my arms around you and held you close, with one of your hands on my chest and the other around my shoulders. As we danced, the motion of our bodies rubbing together provided a delicious friction, that we clearly both were enjoying. You massaged my chest with your hand, then found the small bump of a nipple and pinched and rubbed it, then scraped it with your fingernail, bringing it into a hard point. Your own nipples were hard and tight, pressing against me like hard buttons. My hands were roaming over your swaying ass, cupping, and massaging it as we danced. You slipped one button open at the top of my shirt and placed your lips against my chest, kissing my skin and tasting the salty moisture with your tongue. My heart was beating quickly, and you were breathing faster. I cupped your ass and pulled you closer, so I could rub my hardness against you. "You're so hard," you whispered breathlessly against my chest. I whispered softly into your ear, "Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right here, right now?"
You looked around to see if anyone could hear us, but, although the dance floor was full, no one was paying any attention to us. You looked me in the eyes and asked, "Do you have any idea how badly I need you to fuck me?" I continued whispering to you, "My cock is so swollen. It's throbbing in my pants. I just want it deep inside you." All you could do was press tighter against me and moan in response. "I want suck your hard nipples right through your top while I slide my fingers into your hot, wet pussy again – then I want to pull that dress up over your hips, unzip my pants right here, push you back on one of these tables, and spread your legs apart - do you want to know what I'd do next?" I asked.
"Yes, tell me", you pleaded as the erotic images danced in your head. "Do you feel my cock against you?" I asked as I thrust my hips against you for emphasis. "Yes," you moaned as your pussy flooded with even more juices. "Yes, I feel every big, hard inch of it," you murmured as your arms slipped down to pull me even tighter against your pelvis. "Well, I'd slide it agonizingly slowly into that hot, wet pussy of yours until my balls rest against your ass, then slowly pull back until the head is just at your wet opening again and thrust it back into your pussy harder and harder, deeper and deeper, fucking your swollen, hot pussy until you cum so hard you drench me and the table with your juices," I whispered gruffly in your ear.
You emitted a low groan from deep in your throat and bit into my chest to keep from crying out with the deep yearnings my words awakened in you. I held onto your ass with one hand, holding the back of your dress down as my other hand slipped forward and under the front hem, brushing my fingers along the inside of your thighs, wet with juices seeping from your pussy, lifting the front hem just enough to reach your very wet pussy once again, aided by you arching your pelvis forward. As my fingers entered you again, you bit even harder into my chest muffling what I can only describe as a primal growl. I slid my fingers up your hot, wet slit to your hard clit, sliding a finger along each side and slowly stroking the hard, little shaft between my fingers. Your mouth was sucking on my chest and your breathing was raspy, but we kept swaying to the music, oblivious of the rest of the couples dancing.
You were intensely stimulated but needed to reciprocate and wouldn’t let me continue to control everything, so you slid your hand from my chest down along my belly and, reluctantly decreasing the pressure of your pelvis against mine, slid it between us to grasp the hard bulge of my erection. I immediately reacted with a low moan in your ear, and whispered, “oh god, that feels so good.” You continued to squeeze my cock through my pants while I rubbed your clit until the song stopped. We noticed that couples around us were staring discreetly at us, so we quietly moved back to our table as the band transitioned into a faster-paced song with a loud, strong beat.
I sat immediately and pulled you to my lap, kissing you deeply. The waitress appeared, eyeing us suspiciously, but she left us alone when I handed her a fifty to cover the drinks and a generous tip, and gave her a look that told her we didn’t want to be bothered. The bar was across the dance floor, so I knew the bartender couldn’t see us, and the bouncer appeared distracted by a group of young, sexy women chatting with him at the door. I couldn’t wait, so pulled you around to face me, straddling my lap. You were totally into this now, and your hands quickly unzipped my pants and, only briefly noted appreciatively that I also was without underwear, pulled my throbbing, hard cock free finally. In one motion, you slid your pelvis forward and guided my hard cock where you had been wanting it since we were in the bathroom. Your pussy was so wet and my cock was thoroughly covered with the pre-cum you’ve been prompting with your foot, pelvis and hands – so my cock easily slid inside, releasing long, low moans from us both. At first, we just held still, savoring the hotness of this coupling we had both been anticipating. Then you began slowly rocking your pelvis, moving my cock deeper, then back partially out of your wet pussy, with motions that weren’t as obvious as they might be. My mouth was over yours and my hands were on your hips, pulling you hard against me with each thrust of your pelvis - our rhythm quickened to match the driving beat of the music, and I could hear the wet slapping and feel your hot, slippery pussy sliding rapidly over my hard shaft. We were so aroused that we were both soon ready to explode, which we did together, only avoiding loud cries by keeping our mouths locked together. I could feel your whole body shaking and your wet cum soaking the front of my pants while your powerful pussy squeezed my throbbing cock, spurting hot cum inside you. Your pussy continued to milk my cock as our orgasms subsided and our locked mouths were no longer muffling cries of passion but were now locked in sensual, passionate kisses.
After a few minutes, letting our heart rates slow down, we noticed that several others were staring at us – clearly, we haven’t gone undetected, and I could see the bouncer headed our way. Without a word, I lifted you up, stood, zipped my fly, and you grabbed your purse as I pulled you toward the exit. The bouncer let us pass, and neither of us said a word as you followed me out the door and across the parking lot to my car. I unlocked the doors and opened the passenger door for you before climbing into the driver’s side. I looked at you and smiled when your hand dropped to my thigh and slid up to cup my crotch again. "You look like you still need a good, thorough fucking," I said, as I brushed back a strand of hair from your face. You smiled back and squeezed my cock through my pants.
"Know anyone who might oblige?" you asked with a coy grin. My answer was a long, hard kiss before I straightened up, turned the key, and drove off. You left your hand where it was, feeling my cock swelling again – I placed my free hand on your thigh, sliding it up under your short dress to feel your wetness. I haven’t forgotten that, when we were talking online, you had confessed your "sex in public" secret fantasy. We had just consummated that in the bar, but I saw no reason to not explore that fantasy a bit further.
My hand was stroking up and down your thigh, feeling the transition from your silky stocking to your creamy thigh, and higher, up to your wet pussy – the feel of my own cum oozing out of your pussy and onto my car seat was a huge turn-on for me, and obviously for you too. Your breathing was getting faster again, and, between your hand squeezing my cock and my fingers exploring your cum-soaked pussy, I was having trouble concentrating on my driving. Your breasts were heaving, and a quick glance showed me that your nipples were rock hard again and popping through the thin fabric of your top. I groaned as you rubbed my hard cock, pressing the zipper against it and squeezing the head firmly.
I made a turn, and we were on a dead-end street I knew had little traffic. It led to a small pond, where I pulled up next to a tree. I reversed the car, so it was parked facing back toward the road, then turned off the lights and the ignition and turned my attention fully to you. I pulled you to me with one hand, and with the other, still on your pussy, I slid two fingers inside to feel the mixture of our cum juices – a loud moan escaped from deep in your throat as you felt my fingers thrust inside you. Our lips met in a crushing, passionate kiss, and you spread your legs further apart and pulled my arm, pressing my hand harder against your pussy and pushing my fingers deeper inside. Our lips were hard and hungry as we tasted each other, my tongue thrust inside your mouth, imitating the thrusts our bodies longed desperately to perform.
You slid a hand up the back of my neck to pull my head closer as I also pulled you more fully against me. I could feel your breasts pressed tightly against my chest, and we ached to feel ourselves naked against each other. I slid my free hand around to the front of your dress, and you moaned again it as I squeezed and kneaded your breasts, making the nipples even harder, like sharp points poking against my hand. Together we pushed your dress down off your shoulders while our tongues danced against each other and my other hand continued to explore your swollen pussy.
We were both breathing hard by the time I liberated your beautiful breasts from your dress. "What beautiful, soft tits you have," I whispered as I stared down at them finally free from your dress. I rolled one of your nipples between my thumb and finger. "I knew they were going to be gorgeous and delicious." I dropped my mouth to take one in my mouth. You pulled my head to your chest as I licked and sucked until your nipple was red and swollen, then I moved to the other one - you let your head fall back against the seat and arched your back to lift your nipple higher toward my hungry mouth. I pinched and sucked it between my lips and flicked it with my tongue. The movement sent a pulse straight to your clit, and you felt like you might cum if I kept sucking and licking your nipples while still fingering your pussy.
I released your breasts when you started to unbutton my shirt. You were growing more restless against me, and we both needed to feel our naked bodies against each other. You pulled my shirt open so your hands could explore my naked back and chest while my lips started sucking and biting your neck. You were nearly reduced to a moaning bundle of desire - I knew from our online talks that your neck is sensitive, so I continued to bite and kiss your throat while you moaned and writhed against me.
Finally, I sat back and shrugged my shirt off, freeing my body for you to press your lips against my neck, trailing tiny, wet kisses down my neck and collarbone to one flat, little, male nipple. You licked across it with your tongue and ran your hands over my chest. You felt my nipple pucker up in your mouth and sucked it even harder. This time it was my head that tipped back as I pressed my chest against your lips and tongue. You continued to tease my nipple with your mouth and dropped a hand back down to grasp my cock once again through the crotch of my pants. My legs instantly spread apart, and your hand squeezed the hard bulge of my cock even harder.
You moved to my other nipple and pressed your hand hard against my throbbing cock, shaping it and rubbing it through my pants. I groaned and pressed my hips upward and awkwardly slid to the edge of the seat, giving you enough room to pull down my zipper and unbutton the top. I held my breath as you pulled the opening apart and reached your hand inside, grasping and stroking the hard length of my thick cock. I moaned at the heat of your hand when you squeezed it. I had a sharp intake of breath as you bent down close enough for me to feel your hot breath on the head, then moaned again when you pressed your lips to the exposed skin on my hard shaft while your hand continued to stroke up and down the length of my swollen cock.
"Ahh, God," I moaned as your tongue finally reached out and licked across the tip. It was already oozing pre-cum, and you tasted and savored the saltiness, licking around the glistening head. I thrust against your face, and you rewarded me by sucking the head into your mouth. My hands were on your shoulders, urging you to continue. "Ahhh, suck me," I begged as you continued to lick the shaft with your tongue, coating it with your saliva before you slid as much of my cock into your mouth as would fit. I was gently thrusting against your face as you sucked, sliding my cock in and out of your mouth and pressing my cock head against the back of your throat with each stroke. I emitted another groan, and my cock seemed to get even harder. I moved my hands to your head and pulled your face and mouth hard down over my cock and held it there, with my cock buried almost completely in your mouth and throat, and your tongue underneath lapping at the base of my shaft.
I knew I couldn't take anymore without cumming, and I didn’t want to release yet, so I pushed you back and laid back against the seat, catching my breath, with my cock throbbing with the need to cum. Your pussy was throbbing just as much with the desire for attention and also for my hard cock to be deep inside. I sat up and pulled you against me for another long, hot, wet kiss. Then I reached out, pushed the passenger door open, and pushed you out, then slid over and climbed out after you.
"Come here," I said holding my hand out to you, then pulling you over to the hood of the car. You jumped up on the hood, and I lifted your dress and pulled your legs apart, fully exposing your throbbing, wet pussy. I pressed the tip of my cock against your pussy and lifted one of your breasts up to my lips. I immediately sucked the tip in and bit it gently. "Oh, God," you moaned as I teased your nipple with my lips, tongue, and teeth, while teasing your pussy by rubbing the head of my cock against your hot, wet slit. You were moving restlessly against me, trying to push your hungry pussy over my cock, but I wanted to taste you first. I reached down and pressed the palm of my hand against your hot, wet mound, feeling how wet you were, then pushed my hand up so the heel slid up to your clit and pressed hard against it – your pelvis bucked against my hand and your moaned loudly as I massaged your clit with the heal of my hand.
I dropped my head, keeping my hand pressed against your pussy while I kissed your inner thigh. I kissed and sucked up and down both sensitive inner thighs, from the top of your stockings to where my hand was still covering and rubbing against your pussy. I pulled my hand away and continued to kiss, lick and bite your creamy flesh agonizingly close to your pussy but never touching it. I could feel the heat from your pussy and smell the wonderful aroma, and you were begging me to eat your pussy. I used both hands to spread your lips apart, staring briefly at the beauty of your wide-open, wet, engorged pussy, then licking up the full length of your wet slit, drinking in your abundant juices and savoring your delicious taste. I stopped when my tongue reached your hard, exposed clit. I blew hot breath on the sensitive head of your clit and paused as you moaned and bucked your hips up toward my mouth, trying to press your clit against me. Finally, I wrapped my lips around your clit and sucked on the hard, little nub.
You breathed in sharply and laid back against the hood, spreading your legs even wider, and I continued licking and sucking on the deliciously hard little treasure. I continued to hold you open with one hand, releasing the other to slide a finger into your wet pussy. I could feel your whole body shudder with desire as I continued to lick your clit and slide my finger in and out. You were whimpering as I added a second finger and started pumping them in and out in unison with the tongue bath I was giving your clit. "Oh, oh, oh," you panted as I continued to fuck you with my fingers and tongue. "Oh God, I need to cum," you moaned.
Your excitement and need to cum made me increase my pace licking your clit and fucking your pussy with my fingers. Then, when I could feel your body tense as you neared your orgasm, I pushed both fingers up against your G-spot and pressed and rubbed upwards, while I sucked your clit between my lips and started flicking the end of it with my tongue. Your hands went to your breasts and nipples, and your pelvis surged up against me. I could feel you getting closer and closer to climaxing. You were begging me not to stop as my fingers found the perfect position and rhythm inside you, stimulating your G-spot while my tongue vibrated against the head of your clit.
"Oh, pleassseeee," you wailed. Your hips were thrusting hard against me as your orgasm exploded and you came on my face and fingers, your whole body shuddering and bucking. You were alternately sucking in your breath and moaning as I continued to suck gently but firmly on your clit, prolonging your orgasm Then I pulled my lips back off your clit and licked up and down your deliciously wet slit, drinking all your hot juices before standing back up. I quickly dropped and removed my pants, freeing my ragingly hard cock completely, and my hands grasped your hips and pulled you along the car hood closer to me. "I can't wait anymore," I groaned. "I have to fuck you now." Your legs were already spread wide and raised in the air when you felt the hot, hard length of my achingly rigid cock slide against the wet folds of your pussy. I rubbed the head against your clit, sparking another spasm deep inside you as I murmured, "Now!" and slammed the full length of my cock in one, long stroke into your greedy pussy. I began to move immediately, pumping my hips against you over and over as I drove my cock rapidly in and out of your wet hole. I repeatedly pulled almost completely out, then plunged fully into you again, slamming my pelvis against yours. Your pussy squeezed my shaft with each thrust, driving my passion and lust even higher. I couldn't believe it, but I could feel you almost immediately moving toward another orgasm, moaning, and quivering as my cock pounded deep in your pussy. The wet, slapping sounds of our sex filled the night air and the musky scent of it filled the space around us. My hand dropped between us, and I rubbed my fingertips across your clit, squeezing and sliding it between two fingers. Your pussy clamped down, and I could feel another orgasm begin to rip through you. I buried my cock as deep as possible and held it, continuing to rub your clit as your body trembled, and let out a low, wailing moan. I felt your pussy clamp down in tight, pulsing spasms on my hard shaft, causing my cock to grow even more rigid.
"You are so tight," I moaned as your orgasm was receding and I pulled my cock back, leaving just the head in as the pulsing of your pussy diminished to more gentle squeezes. You smiled broadly and wrapped your legs around my hips, pulling me harder against you. I began to thrust my cock into you again, more slowly this time, savoring the tight, strong feel of your pussy squeezing me. I could feel every inch slide deep inside, then again pulling back. My hands were on your hips, holding you firmly and pulling you against me with each thrust – your legs still wrapped behind me adding your strength to pulling us together. We were both sweating despite the coolness of the night temperature. I could feel my body begin to tense deep inside, and I began to increase the pace, now driving my cock into you, with you pulling me into you with your legs on every stroke. My balls were slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust, and my cock stretched tighter and tighter, harder and harder as I began to fuck your pussy faster and faster.
"I'm cumming," I moaned loudly as my body began to shudder. I could feel the heat deep in my body beginning to erupt. My hands gripped your hips more tightly, and I pulled you hard against me, burying my cock as deeply as possible as my orgasm erupted. I felt my hot cum pulsing through my cock, and streaming out inside you, and you could feel my cock jerking inside you, then felt the warmth of my hot cum spilling into you. I pulled back a little and thrust again, repeatedly, each time stimulating my cock to spurt again, deep against the walls of your pussy. I let out a long groan and thrust into you one more time. My cock continued to jump and twitch inside you, emptying my balls, as your pussy continued to squeeze me, milking my cock for every drop.
We looked at each other, both with big smiles, and I bent down to kiss one of your breasts. As I pulled back, I felt our combined cum running down over my balls and onto the hood of my car, which made me smile even more. I pulled you up into a sitting position and kissed you gently. We were exhausted and temporarily satisfied, but we also knew the night was still young and that we would find another place to continue our wanton fun.
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