Car Cunnilingus

They met over her lunch hour in her car in her work parking lot. Hundreds of cars park in this lot every day, so it was semi-private-ish. He'd been texting her all day, telling her his thoughts. It was summer; she wore a long summer skirt, and at his request, just a thong underneath.

She gets in her car. Soon he's walking up behind the car -- she sees him in the rearview mirror, looking sexy, trendy T-shirt, jeans, and his dark locks blowing slightly in the wind. She unlocks it. Her heart begins to pound. He gets in, a smirk on his face, with only a slight show of those pearly whites.

"Hi," she says.

"Get in the back seat," he says, smiling, but speaking firmly.

She looks around quickly, hesitating.

"Do it. I'm coming with you, but in a minute."

She hesitates again.

"People might be passing by and see, yes." He acknowledges the risk is there.

With her heart pounding in her ears, she gets out of the front seat and into the back. He's still in the passenger-side front, now looking back at her.

"Scoot to the middle, spread your legs as wide as you can, and show me you."

She does as he asks quickly, hot flashes going through her.

He smiles. "Pull your panties aside," he commands softly.

She does, and he inhales and says, "Delicious," as he slides between the seats as best he can to get a closer look. Reaching through the bucket seats easily, with his right hand, he gently rubs her soft mound, making her buck slightly.

He snickers softly at her display and says, "Let's see how wet you are." His index finger gently probes her soft lips, opening her, but not going inside her.

"Oh god," she says on an unsteady breath.

"Mmmm, good girl, I do want to taste you," he states simply. She writhes at this.

Another snicker and a smile, then his single index finger is sliding from the base of her clit slowly down into her pussy, so slowly she was trying not to moan out loud already.

And then slowly he begins to slide that finger in, then out, in, then out, again and again, only that finger. After a few minutes, he's going faster and deeper, but still that same motion. She's scooted to the edge of the seat, her legs spread as wide as she can, and she has completely forgotten about the chance of being seen.

He'd been flirting and teasing her via text all morning, asking her to imagine the things he wants to do to her, with her.

"Please," she finds herself begging out loud now, not just in her head.

"What do you want?" he says, looking her straight in the eyes, his voice and demeanor betraying his lust for her. She loves when he gets like this, so in command, yet so full of lust it shows on his face and in his behavior. It turns her on so very much more; she begs again.

"Please, make me cum." She whimpers with the request.

He snickers again. "Uh, no," he says firmly. "You know this is not what this meeting is about. I'm going to tease you until you can't stand it, and then do it some more, then send you back to work, and then tonight..."

He gets out of the car and comes to the back seat with her. He positions her so that her head and upper back are leaning against the door of the car and the seat, and he puts one leg up over his shoulder and the other down and lowers his face as if he is going to eat her, but then he stops and licks her inner thigh just outside of her lower lip. She trembles, says his name. He does the same to the other inner thigh, this time sucking, moving closer, then back to the other thigh again, doing the same. Lust and heat are rushing through her. Her hands go to his sexy dark hair, caressing, imploring, thanking with her hands.

"I'm going to eat you a bit, till you need to get back to work," he says, his hot breath right up against her pussy lips as he his holding her thong panties aside. He flicks his tongue once teasingly on her pussy. "And then tonight, depending on how I feel, I may or may not eat you, or let you have my hard cock inside your juicy, wet hole."

He slides two fingers into her pussy then. She gasps, and he slides them in and out a couple more times, removes them, and then licks his fingers. His mouth goes down on her then, she gasps, as his expert mouth knows how to tease and manipulate her labia, and go around and around her clit without touching close enough to it for her to orgasm. She begins to buck slightly, and he goes with her movements, but then as she begins to lose control he wraps his arms around her thighs and hips in an effort to control her. She takes this as a signal to try to stay still, but she can't.

"Please, oh please, god," she cries out. He doesn't stop; no noises from him, just lapping up her juices as he continues to make her wetter and wetter with each passing moment. This ecstasy seems to go on forever, but then he stops, backing off, looking at his watch, and saying,

"It's time for you to get back to work, sweetie."

She looks at him as if the world has come to an end, shaken and full of desire. He comes up and kisses her then, sharing the taste of her wet pussy with her. "You're mine tonight, goddess," he whispers brazenly, his tongue delving deep into her mouth, and with him like this her hands attempt to pull him closer, and her hands wander to his crotch, and she gets to rub his hard-on for only a couple seconds through his jeans. He pulls back and rubs her pussy once with his hand, before pulling down her skirt, sitting her up and saying, "Back to work, sexy," and setting her on her way.