I have a new potential partner-in-crime….as his situation is a bit delicate, I won’t use his real initial, but merely X. X is not single and really shouldn’t be playing with me, but he likes to play with fire. This delicate balance of fire and reality will be leading us to some rather interesting hook-ups, I’m sure.
The other day was a hell of a way to start things off. Mornings before work are easiest for him and we found a location that seemed foolproof. A very large office building that’s unoccupied, and has a very large parking lot. It’s near some retail places but at 7:30 in the morning it doesn’t affect us.
I show up dressed for work, in a low-cut v-neck top and a full soft knee-length skirt (no panties, of course). Within minutes we are locked in a heated kiss, him pressing into me with my back against his car. We are quickly lost in the kiss and each others’ touches as his hands slide over me in all the right ways. His hands in my hair, pulling firmly, with his lips trailing kisses down my neck and finally cleavage. It wasn’t enough. He unhooked my bra and pushed up both bra and shirt so that both breasts were on display for him to touch, kiss, suck. His teasing fingers trailed along my inner thighs before finally plunging into wet cunt.
While my hand was busy on his thick cock, he bent down to suck and kiss my nipple. There I am, pressed up against his car – my breasts exposed and his mouth on one; my head thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed, I’m sure I was moaning; his hand had my skirt pushed up and his fingers buried in me; my hand was stroking his cock. I slowly open my eyes during this and over his head I see someone jogging. Just a guy out for his morning jog. Lucky guy got quite an eyeful – he could see everything. I waved a little and he just grinned at me. I told X “There’s someone here, a jogger”. Wow that boy shot straight up! He didn’t look around, but he stopped what he was doing. Poor thing was so embarassed. I don’t know why, it wasn’t his parts on display!
It took a minute for the jogger to go past us entirely. The moment he was (past us but not out of sight) I snapped X out of it by crouching down to take his cock in my mouth.
We didn’t have much time that morning for complete fun, but we both came from each others hand.
It is still my natural gut reaction when caught doing something I shouldn’t be doing, to immediately stop and cover it up. It’s not like the guy was a cop there to give us a warning or fine for indecent exposure ;) I need to learn to quell my natural reaction – I think I would have gotten off more, and I know the jogger would have enjoyed it, if I simply hadn’t said anything to X. As the day wore on I found myself wondering how often that jogger is there at that time of day. If he’s the only one we might see. And, if Jogger might be looking for us the next time he crests that hill, hoping to steal a few moments of spying before he lets himself be seen. Perhaps that is all wishful thinking on my part.
Or perhaps the next time he catches us, we won’t notice until it’s obviously too late to care, with my bare ass exposed and X fucking me doggy style out in the open. As I write this, and imagine possibilities while recalling the realities that occurred, my cunt is throbbing and wet….