Picked Up In A Restaurant and Fucked In My Own Car - Sex Stories

Picked Up In A Restaurant and Fucked In My Own Car

... slide my mouth up and down his well moistened shaft, sending shivers of ecstacy up his spine. I sucked harder, giving myself to him completely and allowing his penis to mouth fuck me through my glistening lips. Eric then leaned to his side signaling me to get off my knees and lie flat on the backseat, where he then began pushing the entire length of his shaft into me. I was wet; wet enough to allow his penetration with ease, and I let out a deep moan as he took me. I wrapped my strong legs around him and hooked my feet over his shoulders, I wasn't going to let him go, I needed this so badly. He pumped, still holding my breasts and kissing my lips lovingly as I pushed my hips up slightly to meet his thrusts as he moved inside of me. I felt like such a woman tonight, Eric made me feel so sensual, so sexy, and for this I wanted him to have me, and right now all thoughts of my husband went out the window as this man, who was a total stranger, probed the very depths of my womanhood with a tender touch that made it clear that he would have me even if I resisted. Eric's lips attacked my neck and for a moment there was the fear he would leave a visible mark, but I nervously let this slide and it wasn't long before he moved onto more tasty delights such as my breasts and nipples. The soft hands that I possessed moved over his back and sides and I felt him quiver, still a little nervous as he had not been with many women my age before and never one as sexually attractive as he found ...

... me. Swelling testicles pressed against my pussy with every deep thrust this man gave and I couldn't help but moan, a long drawn out sound that turned Eric on more as he started to quicken his pace. My body gave in and I started to cum, contracting around the man's cock and sending ripples of pleasure over my entire body. Eric's breathing became more intense and for a moment I thought he would join me in ecstasy, but instead he stopped pumping for a moment. 'Are you OK?' I gasped, my words little more than segmented syllables between breaths. 'God yes,' he responded before kissing me with intensity. I reciprocated and we were all over each other, his hips moving again and my body yearned for every inch of my flesh to be touching him. My hands moved over him, my legs caressed his skin, my hips desperately pushed up towards him and my breathing was lost to irregularity. My wetness after my orgasms were now creating a noticeable patch on the seat, not to mention Eric's penis and testicles were drenched in my juices, and I could tell he was now working up a sweat. He was close, but something was holding him back, so in my sexual haze I used my legs and hips to help him fuck me, and reached between his legs to massage his testicles as I kissed him, my tongue exploring his mouth. Eric's pace started to quicken and his grunting was driving me wild; at this rate I would reach orgasm before him. Orgasm I did, hard, locking my legs around him and letting myself scream out as I came, and ...