I opened my car door and was gathering my things to go inside. I put one leg outside and partially swiveled around, preparing to stand. He stepped in front of me and unzipped his jeans, releasing his semi-hard cock. In a flash, I released the things in my hands, turned fully toward him, placed my other foot on the ground outside the car, licked my lips, and took him into my mouth.
As soon as his head was beyond my teeth, I sealed my lips around his shaft and applied some light suction. He stiffened appreciatively. I released some pressure and slid my mouth down, taking him more fully into my mouth toward my throat. I did not go all the way, as I have learned that shallow blow jobs actually get better, faster results. Just a swift, deep bob once or twice is enough.
I pulled almost all the way back so that I could focus on just the tip. Moving my head only slightly, I licked and lapped and sucked. He began to thrust his hips in time with my movements. After a couple of minutes, he put his hand on the back of my head and wrapped his fingers in my hair to direct and increase my tempo. This only served to increase the fervor with which I devoured his cock.
Without warning, he took a step backward, removing himself from my mouth. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the car, turning me to face away from him. As I was pressed against the car, I bent down to quickly remove my panties as he lifted my skirt. Once they were out of the way, his fingers were exploring my wet cunt and nudging my throbbing clit. I moaned loudly into the quiet of the dark garage.
He spent only a moment fingering me before his hand was replaced by his cock. I gasped as I always do. He fills me completely and that first moment of penetration is always delicious. He fucked me fast and hard, ramming his cock in and out of my pussy. I push back to meet his every thrust.
With one hand on my hip, he reached around with his other hand to squeeze my breast roughly through my shirt and bra. When that wasn’t satisfactory, he lifted my shirt over my head, then freed both tits over the top of my bra, giving him full access to my aching nipples.
Once again without warning he pulled away and took my hand. I thought he was going to lay me down and fuck me on the hard, dirty concrete of our driveway. Instead he led me up the hill of our driveway. My heart trip-hammered in my chest. It was late, after 11pm, so it was dark, but my neighbor’s bedroom light was on and I could see the flicker of their television through the living room blinds. If they looked out either window, we would be in full view.
Across the street from their house was a patch of darkness and I assumed that is where he would take me. To my surprise he stopped at the head of the driveway just before that. Across from our mailbox is a telephone pole bathed in a pool of light from a nearby streetlamp. He pushed me against the pole and lifted my skirt so that my bare ass was facing the neighbor’s house. My already soaked pussy flooded once more.
My exposed breasts were mashed against the wooden pole as entered me once more. I gripped the pole for balance as he pounded me harder and harder, digging his fingers into my hips, and growling in my ear. It wasn’t long before I felt his body seize up as he shot his load into my pulsing snatch. He held me closely as the last drop drained and then slowly released me as he withdrew his slick cock.
Standing there with my legs spread, I let his seed ooze out to the ground, marking our spot. It continued to run down my legs as we made our way back to the car so we could collect our things before going inside. Barely 15 minutes had passed since we had pulled into the garage.
I wished then that a camera had been available to capture the scene of our fuck for my #SinfulSunday post. Hopefully these words will suffice.