A Walk On The Wild Side - Sex Stories

A Walk On The Wild Side

... the back bumper of her car. Again, we enjoyed the paroxysms while we stood up, clutching onto the back of her car for support. My knees did that twitching thing, and her vagina clenched and unclenched quickly a few times. I didn't know they could do that. And once again, our urges came to an end, and once again we cleaned ourselves up. The sun had lost its power even though it was barely five o'clock when we did up the last button and pulled the last piece of clothing into place. We hugged each other silently, then reluctantly separated and got in our own cars.

I followed her out of the car park and down the road to the reservoir, through the village and up to the main road, where she turned left and I turned right.

“Till next time, Rachel,” I whispered. “Till next time.”