a short car quickie
an encounter with a handsome stranger in the unlikeliest of places...
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We met passing each other in an office. He had a cornrowed bun, was tall, with a blue button-up shirt and tan pants. He had the kind of well-proportioned physical strength which could definitely only come from laboring in the real world instead of going to a gym. He exuded a kind of power laced with gentleness that drew me to him immediately at the same time as his physical presence did.
He had only come in to ask the receptionist a short question while I was leaving the office; I saw his eyes gobble me up when he saw me, and then catch himself, admiring me in a way that was respectful yet clearly interested.
After I finished checking out at the receptionist, we exchanged a few words. His energy was warm, soothing, yet charged with purpose. I gave short answers, and held the door open for him to follow me as I left the office.
We leaned against a tree, talking for a while and then I said abruptly, “Let’s go to your car.”
We walked across the parking lot to where his car was parked at the far end, facing the ring of trees which signaled the beginning of the trails leading into the woodsy park behind the office building.
He opened the passenger door for me, curious but still respectful. I slid in, wrapping my cardigan around me to sink into the soft leather seat. The texture was liquid against my bare thighs and warm where it met the fabric of my dress.
I watched through the rearview mirror as he circled around the back of the car, my heart starting to pulse strongly throughout my chest. I could hear myself breathing.
He entered the car on the driver’s side, leaving his door open for a moment. He was clearly confused about what I was offering, and began saying, “So…”
I interrupted him by leaning forward, with my palm gentle on the side of his face and kissed him lightly on the lips.
He let the car door close.
Turning toward me, lips beginning to press back lightly on mine, I could feel his bulk fill the space of the car. His muscles swelled through his blue denim long-sleeve button up. I wanted to make every button disappear all at once so I could press my palm to his bare chest, feel his heartbeat under his glorious chest.
Instead, I waited—I put my other palm on his face and drew my lips back; placed them back on his. We began exchanging a series of increasingly tender kisses which became increasingly, little by little, wet, our mouths opening incrementally and our breath coming more deeply with each contact.
The build up was electrifying. Animalistic. I heard wind pass through the trees outside of the car and felt like the whole earth was breathing with us.
At the moment our tongues finally touched, we each unintentionally let out an “MMMmmm,” noise of delight and relief, and we laughed into each other’s mouths for a brief second before beginning to explore each other with our tongues.
He tasted ‘right,’ I have no other word for it. Our tongue kisses were slow, pleasurable. We were taking our time. I paused at times to look into his lighter brown eyes with my darker ones, to trace the faintest of stubble on his cheek and to brush my lips lightly with his. His skin was a rich brown to my coffee with milk color, and I pulled off my cardigan so that he could feel the skin of my arms graze him as I effortlessly pivoted my body over his to straddle him in the front seat.
Did I care that my coochie was right over him? I did not. He placed his hands gently on my lower back, as we began kissing even more deeply. I leaned back to unbutton a few of his shirt buttons and placed my hand on his chest over where I thought his heart should be. Warm.
I realized suddenly that I could feel his heart pounding wildly beneath my hand. I looked up into his warm brown eyes, shining with intelligence and interest.
"Your heart is beating so fast," I said wryly.
"I guess...I'm just excited," he said with a comic undertone in his voice.
For some reason, this little bit of humor was all it took to draw myself towards in and release any remaining inhibitions.
I began to kiss him fully, with an open mouth and deep tongue, undulating my body over him with intensity. He responded immediately, pulling his hands down from the respectful yet intimate position at my waist down to my ass; he began rhythmically squeezing and rubbing my ass as we made out in the front seat of his car with only the trees in front of us to see.
If anyone peering out the office window could see the shapes of two figures clearly getting it on in his car at the back of the parking lot, we were none the wiser.
I was becoming wet and frustrated with desire, whining as we kissed. I took one hand off of his face to reach up under my dress and began pulling my panties down, flexibily angling my legs one at a time to remove them. When he realized what I was doing, he became incredibly helpful and grabbed the crumpled panties from my hand to throw them to the passenger side of the car.
There was no space between us; only heat, friction, and now the slippery moisture from between my legs greeting his fingers as I guided them to reach up into me.
I moaned deeply as he made contact, and briefly guided him out to unfold a third finger for him to put in with the first two.
He knew exactly what to do. He gently slid his fingers forward inside me and ran the large pad of his thumb over my wet lips and then over my clit, drawing the moisture outside.
The sensitivity was too much and I began digging my fingernails into the soft leather of his headrest. Had I left my hands on his face or his chest, I could have carved up his flesh with the intensity of what I was feeling.
He made the 'come here' motion over, and over, and over again and I rocked my body with his motion until it was our motion, a beat we were creating together.
By this point, I was groaning so loudly I felt that any passing owners with their dogs in the park or even the receptionist back at the office must have been able to hear me.
I told him weakly, "It feels so good."
He responded by biting my bottom lip gently and placing his other hand firmly on my waist; he began to play with my insides even more intently. I could tell he had a praise kink, and that there was something darker there too; he enjoyed making me squirm with pleasure.
At a certain point, it became too much. He was caressing my breasts now with one hand, still painting pictures inside me with the fingers of his other hand beneath my dress. The windows of the car began to grow steamy, even though it was only the late afternoon and the day was mild.
I grabbed his hand by the wrist out from under me, and pulled back from kissing him; my other hand was back at his face.
I looked him dead in the eye.
"I want you. Inside of me."
He just looked at me. I think I had succeeded in scaring him a little. Which turned me on. I reached down underneath me, where there was now a small series of wet spots on the front of his pants and the bottom of my dress. I began kissing him again, softly now, with my mouth closed, over his lips and his neck and his ear as I fumbled gently with undoing his pants button, pulling down the zipper and finding his sex. Tucked against one of his legs, hot and the texture of velvet, I drew him out. With my breath in his ear, I spit gently into my right hand and began caressing him from the base to the tip with my spit, massaging his tip gently with the lightest touch of my fingers.
I heard him take a sharp intake of breath. His penis twitched in my hands.
With my head still over his shoulder, I drew myself up, arched my back and angled myself over him and him under me.
Then I dropped myself down.
We both screamed, "FUCK."
After that, I don't remember much. It was a competition to see how deep we could get him inside me, to see which one of us could make a movement that would make the other one weak.
At certain points we were looking each other in the eyes as if to say, "Can you believe this? This is too good."
In the midst of our reverie, he slowed down and said, "Come on." Turning my attention to the fact that it was now dark outside, he made as if to pick to me up and bring us both out of the car, still attached together at the genitals like crabs.
Was it the dick? Was I just a fool? Either way, I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him pick me up like a doll, legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me around the side of the car to the passenger's side. The night was still young, but the air was cool. I could hear insects chirping quietly in the woods behind us.
Bracing his back against the car, he did something frankly olympian: he pulled my legs up over his forearms and bounced me up and down on his dick. Long, full strokes. It was unbelievable. My dress was pushed up fully at my stomach. If there were night joggers or people walking to their cars, they got a full show.
That was all it took to finish me. Four or so glides up and down his full length at that angle, and I broke over him like an freshly shucked oyster. I let my juices rush down over him and clenched the front of his shirt as the orgasm ran vibrations all down the length of my legs.
For me, it was over. He pulled me off of him and pulled my dress down over me, then sat me up on the hood of his car. He rubbed the back of my neck gently, and we hugged there, in the quiet night, for some minutes with him standing protectively over me. I could still feel the energy flowing between us, but it was ebbing slowly.
Eventually, I felt that I was ready to go.
"Thanks," was all I could say.
"Thank YOU," he said.
I made as if to get up, and started to collect my bag and cardigan from his car and leave.
"Wait, um...can I at least get your name?" he said.
Pulling on my cardigan slowly and brushing my hair out with my fingers, I looked at him curiously.
Why names now? Why ruin it?
Dropping my bag over my shoulder, I placed one hand gently on his chest, smiled briefly at him, then let it fall.
"I'm Mirage," I said.
Then I turned, and walked off into the night.
Fin.
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