This Might Be a Mistake - Sex Stories

This Might Be a Mistake

... rubbed my hand down your back as you gave me road-head down that lonely stretch of highway that leads back home.

You had never been one to be reckless for too long, so you instructed me to find a quiet place to park. I barely made it to the exit before I was warning you of my impending orgasm. You didn't hesitate for a second and continued to finish me off with fierce determination while my semen flowed into your mouth and throat. You had never let me finish in your mouth before, so I knew that you did it purely to impress me. I was lost for words as I watched you swallow and raise yourself upright.

I found an empty sideroad and pulled onto it as I saw you unzip your jeans and reach inside to touch yourself. You started to whimper and moan quietly for a few moments before you spoke.

“I'm so wet, baby. I need you inside me right now.” The urgency of your voice mixed with a familiar fondness that I had forgotten caused my dick to start hardening again. I parked the car far from any house lights and we both got out and headed for the backseat.

I followed you around the front of the car so I could get a good look at your ass. You were about to get in the car again when I grabbed you by the waist. The sound of my belt clinking and my jeans unzipping gave away my intentions and you eagerly dropped your pants and underwear while bending over for me.

I pushed my naked, hard dick into your wet pussy and slowly stretched you out as I listened to the sweet sound of your ...

... moaning and heavy breathing. The pleasant, familiar feeling of your insides brought memories of passionate nights flooding back to me.

You and I had never been this spontaneous when we dated, but somehow we found ourselves on a dark country road fucking each other's brains out. Your hoody was hastily pulled up over your bra to reveal its enticing shape and burgundy color. The sounds of our bodies coming together encouraged us onwards as we strove to outdo each other's efforts to please. The way you pushed your hips back to meet my thrusts caused your plump, round ass to smack against my thighs as they made contact. I could see your fingers frantically working away on your clit, which exponentially increased your moaning.

I figured that sex between us was inevitable, eventually. I knew you still wanted me when your answer was no to the question of whether or not I should delete the folder of nude pictures you had sent me over the years. Part of me was hoping you would say yes and cure me of their incessant teasing. I try to stay away from them but I can't resist for long.

The familiarity of our bodies, combined with our long-ignored feelings of unrequited desire, coaxed each of us to a much-needed orgasm. Thanks to my first one from earlier, I was able to delay until after you. The sweet sound of your voice as the pleasure took hold was exquisite.

“I'm cumming baby! Don't stop.” Your sensual voice calling me baby again warmed my cold heart in a way I didn't expect ...