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The family party was winding down, and the backyard reeked of spilled beer and half-burned barbecue. Kids chased each other with sparklers, and the adults were halfway through stories they'd told a dozen times.
Silvia sat slouched on the patio loveseat -- heels off, lipstick smudged, wine glass still in hand. Her laugh was louder than it should've been. Her blouse had unbuttoned itself one drink ago. No one said anything -- they all knew Silvia.
Benito stood by the cooler when he heard it:
"Benito," his mother called. "Silvia's too drunk to drive. Do me a favor and take her home?"
He turned and saw her looking at him already -- a slow smile spreading across her lips like she'd been waiting for that exact moment.
"Sure," he nodded, trying not to think too hard about how she looked tonight.
The ride started in silence. Silvia stared out the window, then let out a breathy sigh.
"You know," she said, voice a little slurred but still sharp, "I used to babysit you."
Benito smiled. "I remember. You'd bring me those weird sour candies."
"Oh please, you loved them. You'd crawl into my lap and beg for more." She giggled, then added, "God, you were so tiny. And now... look at you."
Benito swallowed hard.
She turned to him now, fully facing him, her bare leg shifting on the leather seat.
"Your voice dropped. Your jawline got sharper. You even drive like a man now." She smirked. "It's kind of messing with my head."
He stayed focused on the road.
"I mean," she continued, "it's a little unfair. You're not supposed to look this good. Not to me."
He finally glanced at her -- and saw her watching him.
"What are you thinking?" she whispered.
Benito's hands tightened on the wheel. "That I should probably keep my eyes on the road."
Silvia laughed softly. "Smart. But I can tell your mind's somewhere else."
A pause.
"Tell me, Benito..." she reached across and placed a hand on his thigh. "Do you always follow the rules?"
The soft hum of the engine was the only sound between them. Outside, the streetlights passed in slow flashes.
Silvia leaned back into the passenger seat, one leg crossed over the other, her bare thigh exposed beneath her skirt. The leftover heat of the wine clung to her -- loosening her tongue, softening her edges.
"You know," she said, voice smooth, "I didn't just babysit you."
Benito glanced at her.
"I helped raise you," she continued. "Me and your mom were inseparable back then. You were this wide-eyed little boy who'd follow me around and sneak into my room when I was visiting."
He laughed nervously. "Yeah, I remember that."
"Oh, I bet you do," she smirked. "You'd walk in without knocking. I'd be half-dressed, brushing my hair or pulling my shirt on... and you'd just stand there. Big innocent eyes." Her tone dropped, almost whispering. "You were so curious even then."
Benito gripped the wheel tighter.
"I never minded," she added. "It was cute. You were cute."
The car felt smaller now.
"You seeing anyone?" she asked suddenly, shifting in her seat to face him more fully.
"Not really."
"Mm. A handsome guy like you? You mean to tell me you're not getting any from those little college girls?"
Benito laughed. "I'm not really the... type to chase."
"Oh, honey," she purred, "you don't have to chase. Girls your age would line up for a taste of that pretty mouth."
He blinked.
She licked her lips.
"You know... back when I was in college, I dated this guy named Marcus. Big shoulders, stupid hair. But God, the sex..." She trailed off, eyes closing like she could still feel it.
"One night," she continued, "we were on our way to prom, and I made a bet with him. I said I could get him to finish before the next red light."
Benito nearly choked on his breath.
"I climbed over," she smirked, "unzipped him right there, and started jerking him while he tried to keep his hands on the wheel. Poor thing was shaking."
Silvia chuckled, then turned her head -- this time locking eyes with Benito.
"You ever done anything risky like that?"
He didn't answer.
She leaned in slowly, hand sliding across her thigh, up to the hem of her skirt. "It was the most fun I ever had in a car. Honestly? I wouldn't mind... reliving that kind of excitement."
Then she reached over -- fingers grazing the inside of his thigh.
They merged onto the freeway, the world behind them shrinking into night. The road stretched ahead, lit only by the soft hum of headlights and distant orange streetlamps.
Benito's heartbeat pounded like bass against the steering wheel.
Silvia's fingers slid higher.
"Relax," she whispered, brushing her palm over his thigh again -- slower this time, deliberate. "There's barely a soul on this road. Just you and me."
He swallowed.
She leaned closer, lips just inches from his ear. "I've done worse things with more eyes around."
Her hand found his bulge, and he stiffened -- in every way.
"Oh..." she purred. "So you have been holding back."
She unzipped him without waiting for permission.
"Eyes on the road, baby," she whispered, wrapping her hand around him, slow strokes drawing breath from his chest. "Let's see if you can keep control... or if you're just like Marcus."
Benito gripped the wheel harder, trying to stay straight in every sense of the word -- but Silvia's rhythm was merciless. She stroked him slow, then fast, teasing the edge of release like a musician tuning a perfect note.
"You're so tense," she cooed, "You need to let go."
Her free hand reached over and pulled his shirt collar aside. She placed a soft kiss on his neck, then trailed her tongue up to his ear.
A low groan escaped him.
"You like that?" she whispered, twisting her wrist just slightly -- enough to make his eyes flutter.
"I--I can't--"
"You can," she insisted, voice now low and commanding. "But if you're gonna lose it, pull over. I want to see your face."
He yanked the wheel gently to the right, coasting into a shoulder shrouded by shadow. The hum of the tires faded as the car rolled to a stop beneath a tall barrier wall. Secluded. Silent.
The moment the gear hit park, Silvia climbed into his lap like she'd been aching to do it all night. One knee over the console, her skirt hiked shamelessly to her hips, no hesitation, no apology--just heat. Her eyes sparkled wicked in the dim cabin glow.
"You pulled over," she purred, grinding her clothed cunt against his bulge. "Means you're mine."
Her lips found his, and the kiss wasn't soft. It was claiming. Wet. Hungry. Tongues wrestling. Teeth dragging. She moaned into his mouth, and that sound--God--it sent blood surging straight to his cock.
She pulled back only enough to breathe, grabbing the collar of his shirt and biting his lower lip.
"You've been hard since the party," she whispered. "Let's see what you've been hiding."
Her hand slid between them, unzipping him again, freeing his cock--and this time she really looked. Her mouth dropped open in mock awe.
"Ohhh... damn, Benito." Her fingers wrapped around him, slow strokes from base to tip. "You were holding all this in my backseat? Naughty boy."
He groaned as her thumb smeared precum over his head. Then she leaned down, nestled between his legs, and licked a slow, deliberate line up his shaft--like a cat claiming cream.
She didn't just suck him. She worshipped him.
One hand gripping his thigh, the other cupping his balls, her mouth descended slow. Lips parted. Tongue warm. She took him deeper... then deeper still. The back of her throat clenched around him and she moaned--moaned--like the taste of him got her wet.
Benito's head hit the headrest. "Fuck..."
She looked up, eyes glinting.
"Mmm. You like that?" she teased, swirling her tongue. "You taste like bad decisions."
She worked him with her mouth, twisting her wrist in time with each bob of her head. Sloppy. Noisy. Wet. Her lips left strings of spit every time she pulled off to gasp and slap his cock against her tongue again.
Just when his hips started to rise on instinct, she popped off with a wet smack and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"I want more room."
She opened the car door, her skirt still up around her waist, stepped out into the night air--and walked around, slowly, on bare feet, like she didn't care who saw. Streetlamps flickered in the distance. Not a car in sight.
Benito was breathless, still exposed, cock twitching.
Then the passenger door opened, and Silvia squatted down, heels flat to pavement, her mouth right there at his lap as he sat frozen behind the wheel.
"Just relax, baby," she whispered. "Let me do the driving."
She took him into her mouth again, sucking deeper now, cheeks hollowing as she worked faster, sloppier, spit dripping onto the seat and her own thighs. Her tits bounced with each motion, jiggling beautifully as her body rocked between his knees.
He couldn't take it. "Silvia--fuck--I'm gonna--"
"No, you're not," she growled, pulling off again with a pop. "Not yet."
She stood. Opened his door. And yanked him out by the cock.
"Come here. I've got an idea."
She dragged him around to the hood like a girl leading a dog on a leash.
The metal was cool. She made him sit back against the sloped surface, then straddled him facing away. One hand guided his cock to her dripping entrance.
"You ready?"
He barely had time to nod.
She sank down on him with a gasped "Ohhh fuck yes."
Reverse cowgirl. Hips wide. Back arched.
And God... her ass.
Every bounce made it ripple. Her cheeks clapped softly as she rode him--first slow, then faster, her thighs slapping against his lap, her moans turning to breathless laughter.
"Watch me," she demanded, grinding in deep. "Watch this fat little ass swallow your cock."
Benito was moaning, hands gripping her hips to keep her steady.
Cars passed in the far distance, but Silvia didn't stop. She bounced harder, sweat gleaming on her spine, tits swaying beneath her blouse with every motion.
He grunted. "I'm--fuck--I'm close again."
She laughed. "Don't you dare. Not until I say."
Then she bent forward, ass high, letting him see everything. Her cunt glistened, stretching over his cock, lips swollen and begging for more.
She grinded, moaned, came hard--body quaking, voice cracking into a sob of pleasure. "Ohhh god yes--fucking yes..."
He started to lose it.
She turned her head, still breathless. "Not yet, baby."
Then he flipped her.
Bent her over the hood, palms splayed on the metal, her cheek pressed against the hot surface.
"Finally taking charge?" she taunted.
He didn't answer--just slid back into her and pounded.
Hard.
Fast.
The slap of skin on skin echoed into the night.
Her tits bounced beneath her, smacking softly with each thrust. Her ass reddened from the impact, jiggling with every stroke.
"Fuck yes, baby--just like that--pull my hair, don't be gentle."
He grabbed one leg, lifted it in the air, used the angle to slam deeper.
She screamed. No shame. No filter. Just raw pleasure.
And finally--finally--he felt it building. Balls tightening. Muscles twitching.
"Do it," she gasped. "Cum for me, Benito. Fill me up."
He buried himself deep and exploded inside her, groaning into the night as he came harder than he ever had in his life. Pulse after pulse. Her pussy milking every drop
They stayed there for a moment--panting, spent, her hair a mess and his shirt half-torn, both of them fucked senseless on the hood of a car like teenagers with zero shame and too much hormones.
A breeze blew past. Silvia finally lifted her head, blinking up at the stars.
"Well..." she panted, "that was definitely better than prom."
Benito just groaned.
She reached back, smacked his thigh lightly. "Don't fall asleep on me. We still have to get home. Unless you wanna ride back naked and sticky."
He didn't move.
She smirked.
"... Guess I am driving next time."
She slid off his lap with a wince and a wet little shlick, grabbed her panties from the antenna--how the fuck did they end up there?--and started walking barefoot back toward the passenger door, skirt still bunched around her waist.
"Next time," she called over her shoulder, "we bring towels. And maybe snacks."
Benito managed a laugh, still sprawled half-naked on the hood, cum cooling on his stomach.
Somewhere in the distance, a car horn blared.
"Shit," he muttered.
She winked. "You better rest up, baby."
And then, as she slid into the passenger seat and popped open the glove box like she owned the car, she found a half-melted chocolate bar, held it up with a grin, and said--
"... Round two's gonna need fuel."
To be continued.
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