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“Tonight was a ton of fun.” I looked into his sea green eyes, lightly lined with a liquid black, happiness radiating across my face.  I didn’t typically date men, but Matt was a queer switch and open to bottoming.  Dinner had been great and we were just arriving back at the cars after walking along Penn’s Landing. It was a perfect spring day, with just a bit of a chill in the air. I pulled my jacket closer.  Matt took that as a sign and pulled me into him.

I wasn’t sure yet where this was going but had prepared secretly hoping we would end in bed.  I recently discovered the female condom and was reminded of it as I walked and the outer ring occasionally rubbed my clit, sending sparks flying.  Placing my hand on his chest, I pulled away to gauge his reaction, see his face.  Looking into his eyes, I felt a quiver run down my spine and pool in my abdomen.  I just wanted to grab his windswept brown hair and draw him into me.  I didn’t think, I acted. In that moment I pulled his mouth to mine and tentatively began exploring him with my tongue.

His split second hesitation was the only indication that he wasn’t expecting my play.  He matched my ardor, move for move.  I drew in his lips as he drew in mine.  He enfolded my body against his, against his car, while years of unrequited desire flooded my system.

My hands wrapped around his torso, clutching at him heedlessly. I wrangled with his clothing trying desperately to untuck his shirt from his jeans. I ached to feel his skin.  My hands haphazardly yanked around his waist and ended up between us.  Frustration escalating, passion burning, I began unbuttoning his shirt, giving up only after exposing enough that I could feel him.

My mouth moved from his lips to his ear as I nibbled and bit my way down his throat.  If he was hungry –

I was starved.

“Oh baby.” He growled as I rubbed against his cock under his jeans.  I could feel the hardness, a physical manifestation of his lust for me.  He picked me up and laid me on the trunk, positioning himself between my legs.  I struggled to hold him and feel him, my hands searching for flesh as my mouth once again sought his lips.  It was his turn to rotate into my pelvis and tease me, first with the bulge in his pants and then with his fingers.

He slipped my panties to the side, under my skirt and was tantalizing me with a whisper of movement, his fingertips running along my lips and tracing my vulva. I arched into him, simultaneously grabbing for his cock, and endeavoring to unbutton his jeans.

“Ahhhhhhhh.” I sighed as he plunged two fingers into my pussy.  I rocked into his hand, hitting his palm, straining to complement his rhythm.   My mouth struggled to convey my need-to make him understand this burning desire, this inextricable longing.  I finally succeeded in unbuttoning his jeans. Grabbing his ass, I propelled Matt towards me.

I pulled him into me, wanting to be close to him, to feel his cock without the hindrance of the heavy denim material.  I brought my torso up and his down. My actions were focused on his cock and my clit.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I began gyrating into him.  I was horny.  My tongue was in hot pursuit of his as my lips covered his mouth in an evocative embrace.  I was moaning audibly now, not caring that we were in a public parking lot-just wanting him.  My body was a flame of desire welling up from my core and radiating throughout.   I grabbed his hair and pulled his face into my neck, wanting him on me, and in me, and everywhere. I sensed how slick I was as my hips ground into him, sliding my clit against him.

“Oh baby, you feel so good.”  He murmured in my ear.

I was purring-he was an ice cube on a sultry day.  I leaned back, enjoying the sensations of his body against mine, when his cock slid into me.  I uttered a lusty sigh and pulled him even closer, rocking against him, feeling him, feeling me.  “Fuck me harder.”

He slowed down, “Baby, are you sure? I wasn’t expecting this.”

I left his lips, bringing my mouth to his ear. “Fuck me. Hard. And then pull out.”

He grabbed my head harshly and pulled me back to his lips. “You want to be fucked? I’ll fuck you good.”

He pounded into me as I rotated against him, the smacking noise of our bodies creating a lascivious melody.

“Ohhhhhh, yeah,” I whimpered, “Like…that.” I was losing myself in the sensations building throughout my core.

“Baby, I’m close.  Are you?” he whispered in my ear, nibbling my lobe.

“Are…you…going…to…CCCCCUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM?” I practically screamed. His mention of orgasm set ripples of pleasure throughout me.  When my whimpers died down, he pulled out and like a proud peacock, stroked himself off to a satisfied growl.

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