Car Sex Is The Best Sex

Open up that fly and get me to open wide

My barely there shorts slide further up my thick thighs. I rub the wetness accumulating. between my legs together. The hum of his car’s engine is a distant purr to my senses. His lips brush mine in a firm, exploratory kiss. I can still taste the whiskey on our tongues from earlier.

His arms wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me in close. The blue lighting of the bar embraced us as we danced in the bar. The ambient noise faded away as I leaned back into his touch. His amber scent covers me in its musky, overwhelming sweetness.

His leather seats currently welcome my back. The street lights flicker overhead. The fluorescent hue doesn’t conceal our illicit behavior. All I want is for him to posses me, be inside me, to be held within my tight walls even after he cums.

The air conditioning cycles in the background. I lean over the cup holder and stroke his erection through his jeans. He grabs a hold of my hair and pulls my face closer into his. I groan and give in as the sharp pull invades my senses.

He opens up the fly of his jeans. I take advantage of the opening and stuff my fingers inside. They brush against the cotton of his boxers. I wonder if he’s wearing my favorite maroon color or his grey pair.