A new spark part 2 - Sex Stories

A new spark part 2

... it’s all done and I wait for my pizza to arrive. During the day I’ve chatted a bit with Sandra, who has a house full of guests. In passing I mention my trip to the airport in the morning. “That’s only a fifteen minute drive from where I live.” “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” The phone stays quiet after that. She’s probably busy with dinner and my pizza has just arrived. During my solitary meal, a chime rings and I get excited. This is quashed by a message from Veronica, informing me she won’t be home till late and asking if everything is ready. “Everything’s done, you have fun, dear.” “Thank you. Don’t forget to pick up my parents.” “I won’t.” The phone beeps again, “can you talk, now?” This time I call her. “Quick, I’m in the bathroom,” she whispers, “what time do you have to be at the airport?” “Eleven AM.” “Can you be there sooner?” “Sure.” “There’s an abandoned shopping mall close by. I’ll send you the details. Meet me there at nine.” “You got it.” “Got to go. See you tomorrow.” “Can’t wait, bye.” I own a station wagon, so I figure that’ll be the best place for us. From the attic I grab a crate of blankets and place them behind the driver seat. I leave in the morning and race to the location given to me by Sandra. I get there, a good ten minutes early to find an empty parking lot. I get out and fold down the rear seats and use the blankets to create a makeshift bed. I check my watch and text her. “I’m here.” A few seconds later I get back, “drive around back, ...

... there’s an opening into the building.” I start the car and do as I’m told. When I reach the other side of the building, a ramp leads up to an open door. Once inside I see another car. I rush up next to it and see my beauty getting out. I run to meet her as she does the same. Our bodies clash and lips touch. Through the swirl of tongue and heavy breathing words like, Hi, want, need and back seat, fly around. We stumble towards my car where, I open the tailgate. “Came prepared I see.” “Call me boy scout.” “All right mister boy scout. Lead the way.” We get in and clothes start flying of my body. Sandra is almost taring them off. When I’m fully naked she pulls back. Hunched over me she says, ”that’s what I like to see.” “Your turn.” She’s wearing a dress, like last time. She pulls the straps over her shoulders and pulls her skirt up. The dress lingers in the middle, to leave the rest of her naked. “You’re still a site to behold.” Sandra smiles and finds my backpack. She removes a condom and wraps it around me. “I’m sorry, I’m in need. We’ll do a long slow session next weekend but for now….” A sharp intake of air stops her from speaking as she guides herself over me. No fancy positions, just her on top of me. Our most intimate parts colliding as our tongues fondle one and other. The car begins to shake and the windows fog up. We make love like this, neither of us wanting to change in fear of giving up the closeness of our bodies. “Oh, God, already!” “Not me.” “No meeeeeee!” Sandra ...