Playing at the Beach Parking Lot

It started with a look.

Not the kind of look shared across a crowded room, but a slower one. The kind passed in silence over the breakfast table while the kids argued over who got the blue bowl and my coffee was still too hot to drink. Nicholas had leaned back in his chair, watching me, a look that said we needed some alone time.

We hadn't had a day to ourselves in weeks. Life had been a blur of morning routines, work deadlines, sticky hands, bedtime stories, and half-finished conversations. We were overdue. So when his mother offered to take the kids for the day, we practically threw the car seats at her.

The beach was his idea. "Let's not do anything," he said.

By late morning, we had staked out a quiet patch of sand tucked behind a dune. The tide was low, the breeze warm, and I had finally stopped checking my phone every five minutes. Nicholas kept glancing at me from beneath his sunglasses, letting his fingers drift just a little too long over my curves when reapplying sunscreen. Did my ass really need that much? Probably not, but I didn't stop him. I loved the way he touched me when we were alone. Like he remembered every part of me.

We swam and he chased me into the waves. When he finally caught me, arms around my waist, I could feel the heat from his chest pressing into my back, even in the cool water. He kissed the spot beneath my ear and I tried not to shiver.

By the time we made it back to the car, the sun had dried most of the saltwater from our skin. My black suit was clinging to every curve and I pretended to not notice Nicholas hungrily staring. He popped the trunk to toss our towels inside and looked me up and down like I was the only thing he wanted to unpack.

The AC had barely started blowing when I slid into the passenger seat and leaned my head back against the rest. My skin was warm, slightly sticky with sweat and ocean. I closed my eyes for just a moment, letting the quiet settle around us.

That's when he leaned in, no words, no hesitation. Nicholas came across the center console, softly brushing his lips against mine until we fully collided. Small moans were pulled from my chest as he lightly bit my bottom lip before coming back for more, the sound of deep kisses filling the car. Salt from the ocean still lingered on our tongues as they danced together before pulling apart. A string of saliva connected us - our hot, gasping breath crossed the threshold - before it broke and we entwined against each other once more.

Our touch became more frenzied. I felt teeth nibble on my earlobe before traveling down to my neck. Nicholas' heavy tongue and soft lips expertly alternated, sending shivers down my body that transformed into goosebumps. His hand grasped my breast, firmly pulling and lightly twisting my pierced nipple, the movement of the metal only increasing my sensitivity.

"Ah!" I whimpered, biting my fist to muffle the voice of my growing desire. A slight breeze blew in from the partially opened windows. Across the parking lot, families and couples were coming and going from the boardwalk that led down to the beach. Only a few vehicles away, two women were trying to fit a couple beach chairs into the back of their car.

The chances of being caught were low, but not zero. I had to stay quiet. Yet I didn't realize how impossible of a task that might be until Nicholas' teeth were gently brushing against my nipples.

His hand pulled and twisted one while his lips and tongue flicked over the over. Despite my previous protestations about needing to stay quiet, a loud moan involuntarily escaped. The sensation was both tender and electric, a shiver of heat blooming beneath my skin and radiating outward, slowly traveling down in between my legs. Each flick and tease sent tiny sparks through my chest, tightening something deep in my core. My breath hitched and my chest pushed upwards instinctively craving more. The world around me blurred, narrowing to the exquisite pulse of pleasure that built with every touch. Yet it wasn't enough. My bathing suit was a frustrating barrier between his tongue and my sensitive nipples that were now excruciatingly hard.

Despite my black one-piece still being slightly damp from swimming, I felt like a furnace. Like a summer haze where you lounge around naked at home because it's just too damn hot, never finding an escape, a deep yearning was rapidly building from my center and spreading to the tips of limbs.

The windows had already started to fog, blurring the golden line of the beach beyond. The salty breeze crept in through the cracked window, only slightly cooling my overheated skin. But inside the car, everything felt thick. I hooked my finger underneath the bottom of the bathing suit and pulled the fabric aside, just enough for a cool breeze to hit the slick warmth beneath. I slowly slid my hand down and touched myself.

My hips moved instinctively. Every time his tongue swept over my nipple, the sensation changed; deeper, sharper now, need building in tight, delicious waves. I was dripping wet and two of my fingers slid inside easily before I pushed against my clit, slowly at first, before increasing my pace in time with his tongue.

"You're such a tease, wearing this tight little thing," Nicholas whispered, pulling back. He grabbed my face, locking his eyes with mine. "If you're not careful, I'm going to tear it off you next time and fuck you in front of everyone."

My breath stopped. Holy fuck, I thought.

The idea only made me increase my pace. "You promise?" I said defiantly.

My fingers slid through the slick heat between my thighs, and I had to swallow a gasp as Nicholas lunged back to my nipples, sucking and twisting even more fiercely. I was so wet, the kind of arousal that didn't just hum under the skin, it throbbed. Deep and aching. Thankfully, Nicholas satisfied my yearning, sliding two fingers inside.

I had to cover my mouth to muffle the scream of satisfaction that was wretched from my throat. He finger fucked me in perfect rhythm, as I circled my clit fast and hard with small, tight strokes, enough pressure to make my hips buck and my chest heave. Even as his fingers made me melt, Nicholas kept playing with my nipples, gently rolling them against his tongue and lightly biting just enough to make electricity shoot straight to my core. The two touches, his and mine, fed off each other, building something intensely erotic beneath my skin.

I let my head fall back against the seat, eyes fluttering closed as I slide my hand down, feeling his fingers part and stretch me, only to realize how truly soaked I was. The evidence of my desire made me moan, low and hungry, barely muffled by the thick air of the car.

"Look at you," Nicholas murmured. "You're dripping."

I returned to my clit, now savoring the stretch and the ache of Nicholas' fingers. They sped up and my muscles clenched around them instinctively, and I bit down on a whimper. He pumped them in and out, curling just right, my fingers pressed hard against my clit.

Nicholas became greedy and slid one more finger inside, stretching me even further.

"Oh my fucking god," I loudly gasped. "Yes, spread my pussy. Please, make me come!"

I no longer cared who heard. Nicholas' large erection was prominent underneath his bathing suit that was clutching his muscular quads, sweat traveling down his bare chest. He looked so fucking good.

The car smelled like salt, sweat, and sex, and the filthiness of doing this here, in this public parking lot at the beach, only made it hotter.

My thighs trembled as the fullness of his fingers made my breath stutter. Each stroke pushed me closer and every flick of his tongue against my nipples sent lightning bolts straight to where I needed it most. I could feel the heat building and the line of no return being quickly approached.

"I'm.. I'm so... so close," I whispered, barely able to get the words out, almost surprised by the urgency in my own voice.

He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "Then be a good girl and come for me."

The pressure inside me coiled tight. It was hot, electric, and relentless. My fingers moved faster, desperate now, circling and stroking in rhythm with the pulsing ache between my legs until the tension was about to explode. Finally, I shattered.

The orgasm hit me like a wave breaking against a cliff, fierce and unstoppable. My body tensed, every muscle tightening, back arching hard against the seat. I cried out, a sharp, helpless sound, too loud for the small space, but I couldn't stop it and I didn't want to. For a split second, I wanted whoever was around to know that I was coming, hard.

Pleasure tore through me in pulses, quick, fierce, and wet. Nicholas' fingers didn't stop stretching me and my own didn't quit circling my clit, even as my thighs trembled and my eyes rolled in the back of my head, vision blurring. I was coming, right here in a beach parking lot, legs open, swimsuit pulled to the side, fogging up the car with the scent of sweat and sex; and it felt so good. The danger of it, the wild abandon, made it all the more explosive.

I collapsed against him, chest heaving, heart racing like I'd run a marathon barefoot on hot sand. His fingers slipped from between my thighs, soaked. I brought them to my lips without thinking, tasting myself, and watched the way his eyes darkened.

"You're unreal," he said, voice rough, strained.

I could see how hard he was, his cock pressing against his swim trunks, thick, long, and twitching. He was barely holding it together. And I wanted him to lose it. I wanted to give him back even half of what he'd just made me feel.

Still breathless, I whispered in his ear.

"You made me come so hard," I moaned. "Let me thank you properly. Get in the back seat."

He blinked before slowly nodding. We exited the car, but not before checking if anyone was close by. The previous two women had left and our vehicle was all alone, settled in the furthest reaches of the parking lot, the beach's entrance across the way. Still, anyone could come park by us at any moment.

Nicholas opened the back door and went to shuffle inside before I stopped him. "No. Sit right here, facing me."

His face betrayed his confusion, but he did as he was told. With the door still open, he sat on the edge of the seat, facing towards me. I folded one of our beach towels three times, dropping it in front of him.

We were in the far corner of the parking lot, backed up near the dunes, the warm hush of the ocean behind us. No one was close, but we weren't exactly hidden either. The open car door offered the illusion of cover, but not enough to fully block us. And somehow, that made it even hotter.

As I went to my knees, the soft towel was warm thanks to the heat of the concrete beneath, a delicious ache still pulsing between my legs from the orgasm Nicholas pulled out of me minutes ago.

My hands moved to his waistband, tugging his shorts down enough to free him. He was already leaking, swollen, needy, and so fucking hard. His cock was flushed and heavy in his lap, practically begging to be touched. I wrapped my fingers around the base, slow and deliberate, and looked up at him.

"Am I being a good girl for you?" I whispered, before slowly embracing his large shaft into my mouth. I didn't even bother pretending to be modest anymore.

Nicholas' legs spread. I loved how undone he looked, like he'd waited all day for this moment, and he was barely keeping himself together.

I leaned in close, pressing a kiss to the base of him, my lips lingering as I breathed him in, salty skin, arousal, and the faint scent of ocean air. I licked up the length of his shaft, slow and lazy, teasing the way he'd teased me. My tongue circled the tip, tasting the drop of precum that clung there before I took him into my mouth.

He groaned, low and guttural, and his fingers tangled in my hair. That sound alone made my thighs clench again. I sucked him deeper, relaxing my throat, moving with practiced rhythm. My lips sealed around him, cheeks hollowing slightly, tongue stroking with every pass. I could feel him throb against my tongue, feel his hips twitch when I swirled the head with just the right pressure.

The thrill of being exposed, of anyone possibly catching a glimpse of me, bare knees on a folded towel, mouth full of my husband's cock, was dizzying. It made me wetter all over again. I reached under myself and slid two fingers inside, using my thumb to once again stroke my clit. It was already incredibly sensitive so another orgasm was out of the question, but it felt amazing touching myself with a thick cock down my throat.

I looked up at him from beneath my lashes, one hand stroking the base as I bobbed my head. His jaw was clenched, brows furrowed, like he was trying not to lose it too fast. That made me want to push him further. Make him come undone for me, just like I had for him. I moaned around him, soft, filthy vibration, and his grip tightened in my hair.

Somewhere beyond the car, a gull cried out, the high-pitched sound cutting through the air. The wind shifted, carrying the scent of sunscreen and saltwater, and the distant laughter of kids playing on the sand rolled in with the breeze. Waves crashed, steady and soothing, but they felt far away, like background noise to something far more urgent. Then I heard it, footsteps on gravel.

I froze for half a second, heart exploding from my chest, but didn't stop. Just across the parking lot, past a few scattered cars, two people walked by with beach chairs slung over their shoulders, chatting and completely unaware. Or maybe not. The car door shielded me; barely. But if they looked at just the right angle...

The risk of being seen made my blood rush louder in my ears. I moaned around him again, louder this time, knowing it would drive him crazy. His grip in my hair tightened, hips lifting slightly as he tried to hold himself back.

"Jesus," he hissed, voice sharp with need. "You're really doing this now?"

I pulled back just enough to speak, breathless, teasing. "You started it."

Then I swallowed him again, deepthroating his cock, taking every inch until my lips touched the base. His legs trembled beneath me. The sound of those footsteps fading into the distance only turned me on more. We were still alone, but just barely.

I stroked the base of his cock with one hand and sucked harder, my tongue swirling around the tip as I felt him start to lose control. The heat, the sounds, the exposure, it all collided inside me, wild and dirty and perfect.

"I love being your slutty wife, making you come in public like this," I whispered before taking his cock back into my throat, picking up speed, alternating between long strokes, my tongue circling his head and frenulum.

He groaned my name, the sound raw and desperate. He was right there, and I wanted every last second of it. I smiled around him, taking him deeper, proud of every twitch, every stifled breath. I loved this power, this intimacy, the way I could drive him wild with just my mouth and the curve of my tongue, right here in the open, with the wind in my hair and the taste of him on my lips. His thighs were shaking even harder now, the muscles flexing beneath my palms. I felt him pulse hard against my tongue, the unmistakable tension of him right on the edge.

I sucked deeper, harder, stroking with my hand, making a soft, eager moan around him. That did it. His hips bucked, just once, and then he let go with a deep, guttural groan, fingers tightening in my hair as he came.

"You want my come so badly?" Nicholas gasped. "Then fucking take it."

Hot, thick ropes spilled onto my tongue. The first pulse caught me off guard. It was so full, thick, and sudden. I swallowed instinctively, the salty taste of him hitting the back of my throat. And then another. And another. I moaned around his cock as I took every drop, my eyes fluttering closed from the sheer satisfaction of it.

I loved this. Loved being on my knees like this, loved feeling him lose it for me. Loved swallowing every bit of him while we were out in the open. And then, a voice.

Somewhere across the parking lot, closer now than before, I heard a woman laugh. Light and unaware, maybe twenty yards away. Another voice answered, a man, talking about what snacks they had left in the cooler. They had no idea what I was doing.

Or maybe they did.

I didn't stop. I sucked him through the aftershocks, slow and greedy, letting him soften just a little in my mouth before pulling back, lips swollen and slick with spit. He looked down at me like he couldn't believe what I'd just done. I licked my lips, tasting the last of him, and smiled.

"Next time," I whispered, voice still rough with heat, "we leave the door all the way open."