My first encounter.

This was definitely a sexual fantasy of mine. Having sex in a car, more specifically on the passenger's seat. Woman on top of the man. It's been something I've played out in my mind several times, something that I'd masturbated to, that I described doing in chats. Something that I'd see on TV and get wet or horny from. Or have my pussy clench in a grip of pleasure just imagining how close my mouth could be to his ear, so that he can feel my breathing get hot and heavy. A tingle or vibration that surges down to my pussy- imagining him hearing me cum- longing for the feeling of cock in pussy. I would get sudden bursts of energy and excitement thinking about doing it. It felt like a craving I needed to satisfy. And a sensation that grew and grew.

The plan was semi spontaneous. The night before our rendezvous, he asked me if we could make a plan for something after work the next day. So I had to be creative in my reason to leave the house. Whilst being somewhat sexily dressed. I wasn't wearing panties. And I chose a sexy dress to wear earlier in the day, so that by the time I left the house, that I'd been wearing the same dress the whole day. I also left the house barefoot except for a pair of socks I was wearing. So in my mind it wasn't as suspicious if I wasn't wearing shoes 🤣 or if I'd specifically changed before leaving the house. (Just like my sudden accumulation of sexy lingerie isn't going to raise eyebrows when they're hanging up on the line. But I'll write another post about red flags to be mindful of :) to avoid getting busted playing.)

I left my house at 8pm. The plan was in motion. We were meeting at a parking lot at Tygervalley.  I parked next to an embankment, right at the end of a row at the back of the parking lot. The embankment was on the left hand side of my car, by the passengers seat - where we'd be fucking.  And on the right hand side of my car, he parked his vehicle, to strategically obscure the true view of the undertakings at hand within the vehicle.  There weren't many cars around. There was a greyhound bus without passengers 20 meters away. It was chilled. I felt secure and safe that we wouldn't get caught. Although the thought crosses ones' mind.

I had a history with the guy. We chatted for about 3 weeks in total and met up once before the day that we actually planned to meet and fuck.

The fact that we had spent some time to get to know each other better did help ease me into the situation to be honest.

When we saw each other again, there was a sense of familiarity. A confidence which enables one to act out on their desires.  One that allowed him to put his hand on my thigh while I was driving. The same sense that guided me out the drivers seat and slide onto his lap in the passenger seat.

I unbuttoned my dress at the top exposing my breasts, so he could suck on them as I positioned my leg up on the armrest between the driver and passenger seats, whilst straddling him. We pushed the chair back. We kissed and he sucked my tits. I became wet quickly, as I felt his erection under my bare pussy. We put on a condom. And I moaned in his ear quietly as I slid him into my pussy. I was tight, I could feel. Not only had I not had sex in more than a year, but the position I was straddled in definitely added some next level tightness into the mix. I could feel this was a new cock inside me. The thought and feeling was such a turn on for me. My pussy felt that this was Not the only other one I've known for 8 years before this. The feel of this new cock felt so incredible inside me. I slid down slowly onto his erection, then up and back down. My mouth was by his ear, moaning into him each time I felt him anew. I was so overcome by desire and pleasure that I was working up to a rhythm in a wave of passion and delight. One that my body self initiated and ran with.   He sucked on my tits and I fucking loved it. Being in the car, in a parking lot, on stolen time was all just such an arousal.  I kept moaning everytime I felt him inside me again as I slid down him. My God it felt incredible. The moans were something I had no control over. Only that they were there longing for more of the sensation I was experiencing. My pussy and hips spun circles and did things I haven't done in years. It was better than getting onto a bicycle.

When I got home an hour later, and walked to my bedroom, I could feel cock had been inside me. The walls of my vagina still felt the phantom presence. The sensation was a good kind of pain. A comfortable one, one that you want more of. I could feel my hips and ass when I walked. There was a certain movement in my step, that I became self conscious of, in an attempt not to seem suspicious in any way. But I floated to bed on that feeling. My pussy was still soaking wet.

The next day on the way to work, I found myself smiling whilst stuck in traffic for no fucking reason at all. Just the excitement, the enjoyment and the happiness in freedom. The pleasure, the thrill of my experience. Music sounds sweet to me again. I have a reason to be excited again and enjoy life as I should!