Fucked In The Car - Sex Stories

Fucked In The Car

... my want of him and the memory of our previous fuck in a car having made him this hard, this horny.

“How do you get me into these situations?”

I lift off him, murmuring against his ear, “You’re so close. Let’s save it for when we get back.”

“In the garage, then?” he asks in nearly a growl. “As soon as we get back. I have to have you before you leave me again.”

“You can have me.” I zip him back up and take a seat back in my chair, rubbing my thighs together not very subtly. He grins wildly at the thought of what he’ll do to me next.

We pull into the garage, which lies beneath the offices above. the offices having been built on the side of his mansion. When we knew one another before, he was a small-time salesman. Now he owns his own business. It was fun and desperate back then, when James was an ambitious, younger man. Now it feels so much more serious, and he too, is so much more serious. Whereas I haven’t been able to kick the big kid out of myself.

In the dark of his near-subterranean garage, it feels so much more clandestine knowing there are people up above. It’s true they shouldn’t hear a thing, it’s always abuzz with activity and such like up there, but knowing they might come down any second to find out why the boss hasn’t arrived back yet…

We’re kissing in the car for a few moments before he says, “Do you want me to fuck you on the hood?”

“Won’t it be hot?”

“It’s winter, it’ll cool down quickly.”

“Let’s try it, then.”

He exits the car ...

... and rounds it to come and grab me from the passenger seat, ever the gentleman. He helps me out and it’s obvious as we begin kissing by the side of the vehicle, the hood is still warm. We don’t even need to touch it; the car is still emitting enough heat that it’s noticeable against the cold air of the unheated garage. Not to mention the smell of oil and metal is high on the air, another sign the monster he drives these days is still hot.

“Let’s take our time. It’ll cool down soon enough.” His sultry voice thrills me and those words are music to my ears.

Our kisses are hungry and fraught like those of new lovers always are. My coat is discarded on the floor because even though it’s freezing outside, I’m hot in just my skin when presented with a man like James, rock hard and wanting me.

God, the way he grabs my ass and rubs me against the front of him, it’s like we’re teenagers, almost satisfied with just this. Almost.

I can’t get enough of us kissing—the taste that’s like home. We’re grasping one another as though it’s the first time, me trying to push my boobs into him so he can feel how hard my nipples are. He eventually takes the hint and gently teases his fingertips up and down the front of my silk shirt, the way he barely snags them arousing me even more, so that I’d splay myself fully naked right now if he asked it.

“It’s still too hot,” I complain.

“I know,” he gasps.

While we’re waiting, I know just the game we can play. Releasing his shirt buttons, ...