Under Her Cuntrol, Part 2 - Sex Stories

Under Her Cuntrol, Part 2

... feet away) or sit where I could see Doc, but I saw you flash your eyes pointing me to a seat facing you, that was a torment and a tease. I wanted/I needed to see him. I could see he was taller than me, around 5ft 10in to my 5ft 7in, (three inches bigger in more than one way hey) or to your 5ft 6in. The thing that stood out (other than what was in his trousers) was how much older he was than you. A very smart guy, but older.

You have no idea what a torment it is to be sat twenty feet away from a guy buying drinks for your wife. I watched when he went to the bar. He was drinking pints of shandy (half lemonade, half beer). Well, he was driving, so that was the right thing to do, but he was buying you G&T doubles. You certainly knew how to tease me - the smiles and the flash of your eyes were holding me like a deer in the headlights.

No doubt you'll remember the old guy who sat near me, trying to talk to me about Bolton Wanders game the next day! I tried to avoid conversation with him, but he just kept nattering on, taking my attention from you. The next time I looked, you were holding hands with Doc. My heart was pounding. I was sure I'd pass out. The next thing I knew, a waitress walked by saying, "Table for ******". I wasn't expecting he'd booked a meal in the adjoining room, where I wouldn't be able to see you! It was agony watching you disappear, G&T in hand, absolute torment as you looked back, smiling at me.

It was 10:15 when you reappeared. By now, I'd become ...

... demented, talking to the old guy about "tomorrow's match". I wondered what was going on when you started to put your coat on.

The arrangement was I'd pick you up at 11 pm.

I tried to get your attention but you'd turned your back to me - on purpose, no doubt - then you walked out the side door of the pub to that dark/infamous car park. I didn't know what to do, wondering if you were going to "stand me up" by going back to his place and not bother phoning to tell me to cum for you.

I decided to give you a minute and then head to the car park to see where if he was taking you to his place, or maybe take you home, or just wait for me there. When I walked out, the E320 was still parked up, opposite to where I'd parked. At first, it looked like no one was in the car, no one in the front seat, that is.

And then I saw you kissing in the back seat.

I walked to my car, but neither of you noticed. I got in the car, but doing that, it seemed like the whole world was lit up. I could see both of you clearly for a few seconds, and boy, did I feel embarrassed. What were my options? Drive away or sit there, knowing he was on top of you, fucking you, in the backseat of his car. I could see your feet on the passenger side rear window. To add to my embarrassment, I knew that you'd recognise that it was my car that had lit the place up. You knew that I'd be watching, and you knew I wouldn't drive away.

Doc was at you one way then another, at first on top of you, then turning you on ...