A Friendly Jog - Sex Stories

A Friendly Jog

... whole car is just sex on wheels. But my favorite part is this beautiful bench seat, because I can do this,” she purred as she drew even closer to me.

At this point, her face was barely an inch from mine. I found my eyes momentarily flicking down to her pink lips. I could feel her breath on my face as the wall in my mind rapidly eroded.

“Beth,” I barely whispered, the last of my resistance escaping as our eyes remained locked on each other’s. In my mind there was a pile of rubble where a wall once stood, and I found myself leaning forward, pressing my lips into hers.

I’ve sat here trying to come up with a way to accurately describe our first kiss there in my car, but there just aren’t words that can do it justice. It was transcendent. It was ambrosial. I could list a hundred words on passion and sensuality to describe the moment our lips melted into one another, and it still wouldn’t be enough. Time itself seemed to freeze as we met in that first, passionate kiss.

As our kiss lingered, I felt Beth’s lips begin to part, and I followed suit. Before long, our tongues were dancing as we made out there in the parking lot. Beth moaned into my mouth as my arms wrapped around her. I felt one of her hands land in my lap, and I couldn’t help but groan as her delicate fingers first made contact with my cock through my smooth running shorts.

A few short minutes later, I happened to open my eyes briefly as we made out. “Hey Beth,” I got out between kisses. “I think we have ...

... an audience.”

Beth broke off the kiss, opening her eyes and turning her head to see a couple guys attempting to cover up their gawking. She immediately backed off me and fell into the seat beside me, her cheeks turning the cutest shade of crimson.

“Don’t worry,” I chuckled, putting my hand on her thigh. “I’m sure they were just checking out the car. Hang on.”

With that, I put the car in reverse, and pulled out of the parking stall. Beth and I didn’t say a word as I drove. We didn’t have to; we both knew what was coming next.

A minute later, I pushed the garage door opener button on my visor and pulled my car into the garage, shutting it behind me.

“C’mon,” I winked, opening my door and climbing out of the car. A moment later, I was holding Beth by the hand, practically dragging her into the house. As we stepped into my living room, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I spun around to face her.

Almost immediately, our lips met in another kiss. Freed from the confines of the car, my hands roamed all up and down her body as we made out. Beth moaned as I squeezed her ass and cupped her tits. My hands found the hem of her sports bra, and I began tugging it up. Beth raised her arms up and over her head, breaking off the kiss just long enough for me to pull the garment up and off her. A moment later, my t-shirt joined her sports bra on the living room floor.

Pulling back from the kiss, Beth looked me in the eyes with an impish grin. Without a word, she sank to her ...