“Turn there,” Andrea says, pointing at a small road that branches out. We’ve dropped her mother’s friend off and are on our way back. “There’s something I want to show you.”
“Don’t you want to get back home?” I wonder.
“We will, but trust me, you’ll like it.”
Intrigued, I comply and get us onto that narrow, beat-up road among pine trees. Rain pours outside, so I go slow because of the low visibility. We reach a dirt clearing, and she tells me to park there. I do it and turn the ignition off. We’re in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dark forest and rain, with probably next to no cell connection.
“Is this how I find out you’re a serial killer?” I ask with feigned suspicion.
“Being a software engineer is a brilliant cover, isn’t it?” she answers, failing at sounding serious.
I look around again, wondering why she wanted to show me this. “Where are we, Andrea?”
“When I was in high school, this was the secret spot to throw outdoor parties. People would park here and then head to a clearing about a hundred yards in that direction. Kate dragged me to a few bonfires here, but I always felt a little… out of place.”
“So we’re here to party in the December rain?”
Ignoring me, she continues. “During those parties, couples would disappear into their car to have sex, and it always intrigued me. But I’ve never had a chance to try for myself.” She offers me a cheeky side look, and as if on command, my dick wakes up at what she’s suggesting.
I can barely hold back a cocky, content smirk when I ask. “What are you asking, exactly?”
“Will you pretend to be an impulsive teenager in the back of your car with me, baby?”
“Aren’t we a little too old for that?”
“We can also be our impulsive selves.”
As if I needed any more convincing, she unbuckles herself to slip her hands under the skirt of her pretty blue dress, tugs her lacy underwear down, and brings it to my lips. I get a taste of my own medicine—andher—when the wet lace fills my mouth.
“Come on, Woody,” she says with a grin. “I promised you a long time ago we’d fuck in your car. Now’s the time.”
Entranced by her boldness, I watch as she twists around to climb over the console between the front seats to get to the back of the car. With her bare ass and pussy mere inches from me, I don’t fight the urge to sample her. With one hand, I unbuckle myself while the other gets rid of her panties in my mouth, and I swiftly twist to grab her hips. She’s halfway to the back, with only her lower half still on this side of the car.
She lets out a little gasp as I pull her dress up to reveal her to me. When I greedily bring my lips to the seam of her pussy, which is squeezed between her lush thighs, she lets out a shaky whimper. There’s not much I can do in this position, but the way she arches her back gives me better access to her. Her sweet taste spreads on my tongue as I lick up her wet cunt. She’s already drenched, which tells me she’s been thinking of this, of fucking in my car, since we left her parents’ house, imagining all the ways I could fuck her in it.
When I enter her with the pointed tip of my tongue and thrust in and out, she moans and does her best to spread her legs, still propped over the console. The rain taps on the roof of the car and the windshield, but all I can hear is her panting and soft whimpers, as well as the slick sound of my tongue on her. She pushes back onto me, greedy, so I bring my tongue lower and find her clit to lick her there instead.
“Hm, baby,” she moans. Her hand reaches back so her fingers can tangle in my hair and pull me in harder.
The steering wheel digs into my side, and the position I have to maintain is uncomfortable. But there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to extract more of those pleading moans out of her, so I persist. When her breath hitches and her hips begin uncontrollably rolling, I know she’s close. With this break she’s imposed on us, she’s even more sensitive and responsive. That’s why I have her on the verge of orgasming in three minutes despite the lack of access.
Before I can get her there, though, she wriggles her ass out of my hold and says, “Not like this. I want to come around your cock.” High on her taste, I watch as she finishes her journey to the back seat, her dress still up, her pussy exposed. She must ache as much as I do becauseshe can’t stop her hand from reaching between her legs to give her clit a few strokes. “Come and fuck me, Alexander, or I’ll finish what you started myself.”
I don’t need to be told twice. But I can’t slither between the seats like she did, so I exit the car, slam the door shut, and get in through the back door. I’m wet with rain but she doesn’t care, pulling me in for a kiss as soon as I’m there. Fuck, I need to be inside her. My cock feels like it’ll explode if I’m not.
As desperate as I am, she moves over to my lap as I open my pants with shaky hands. The second I’m free—before I even have time to lower my pants more—she grabs my hard length and impales herself on it.
“Aah, fuck!” she moans, her tight and wet cunt spasming around me.
I can barely hold back a grunt at the pressure of her walls. “So fucking impatient.”
She doesn’t waste a second riding me, with her forearm pressed onto the felt roof of the car to take more, to swallow me to the hilt.
“Mmh… Can you feel how wet I am for you, baby?” she pants. I nod, barely containing myself. “You like it?”
“I love how your cunt is always dripping for me, Andrea. I swear, it’s like a wet, warm, and clenched fist. I thought I could fuck the tightness out of you, but your hungry pussy is always too eager to milk me, isn’t it?”
She spasms around me hard, and her small cry is like ambrosia. “Baby, I-I want you to fuck me like I’m a whore,” she begs, her rhythm intensifying.
