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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"The buzz of the phone vibrating on the table immediately has my attention. “Are you sure?” it asks. The shake of my hands could be nerves or excitement but it takes three attempts to spell out “Absolutely!”. Within seconds the screen lights up again, this time with just a registration number.
I head outside and scan the carpark until I spot the car in question. It’s empty, as I expected of course, but I know you won’t be far away so I walk to the passenger door and finding it unlocked climb inside.
The phone vibrates again “Good Girl! Now look in the glove box”. I do as instructed and find a purple leather blindfold and a small vibrator.
Another text arrives “Take off your knickers and lift up your skirt then keep your legs apart so I can see you, then recline the seat and put on the blindfold. Keep the vibe close at hand”.
Again I do as instructed, tucking my knickers into my handbag and hitching up my skirt. As I tilt the chair back I thank the gods that the car park is quiet as I know anyone walking past would be able to see how exposed I now am. I slip on the blindfold and resolve to try and forget the possibility of an audience.
I hear the car door open and feel the suspension shift as someone steps in. I hope it’s you, but how can I be sure?
I feel a hand fumbling at my shirt and it is pulled open, the same hand feels inside the cup of my bra and slides the cup aside so I am even more exposed. I am totally focussed on every touch as it begins to circle my nipple.
“Play for me” you whisper – the first three words I have heard you speak. I fumble with the vibe and you reach to turn it on. I am close to cumming even before it touches my clit. You don’t say anything but your breathing gets deeper and I can tell you are watching. Your fingers on my nipple match my rhythm and begin to squeeze and roll between caresses.
I feel the engine start but you don’t stop touching me and I don’t stop playing. It seems that we drive for quite a long time but perhaps that is only because time seem to pass so slowly when all of my senses are focussed on the feel of your fingers on my nipple and the vibe buzzing against my clit.
When we stop you have me sit up and I hear your seat move followed by the sound of a zipper and rustling clothes. You guide me towards you and direct my face to your groin where your cock is standing tall, ready to be sucked. I don’t need any words to tell me what you want.
My tongue starts to explore, swirling and circling and wrapping around your shaft. I spend time savouring every new millimetre I find, frequently returning to the tip to lap up the trail of pre-cum that soon begins to form. You are still very quiet but your breath is becoming ragged and an occasional low moan escapes your lips.
I take you into my mouth and begin to suck, using my tongue to massage your shaft. Your fingers twist in my hair and you start to guide my movements up and down. I suck harder, more urgently as your grip tightens. Your moans are more audible now and I can make out the occasional “Yes!” as your cock swells in my mouth. I can tell you are close to cumming when you stop me and pull me back by my hair to keep me from continuing to suck.
“Sit up” you order. “Count to fifty and then you can take off the blindfold”. As I start to count I hear the car door open again and feel you get out. Just before the count finishes I feel my phone vibrate again. When the blindfold comes off I read the message. “This is the hotel we’re staying at. Tidy yourself up and go check in. It's booked in the name of Green. Go to the room, strip off and get ready for me. I want you naked, spread and blindfolded. Text me the room number. Leave the door ajar. You have no more than five minutes.”
I quickly straighten my top and grab my bag. I don’t know how ‘tidy’ I look but I don’t care either. I wonder if the receptionist can tell how turned on I am as I check in. It seems to take ages because I am so flustered, but well within my five minute deadline I have the key and am heading along the corridor looking for the right room number. I text you the number as soon as I have figured out how to keep the door from locking behind me.
The room is simple with a huge white bed as the centrepiece. Checking the time on the text I realise I have about two minutes so I take a few seconds to lay out the small selection of playthings I had slipped into my bag on the dresser, just in case you like the look of any of them.
Grabbing the blindfold I strip off and lay on the bed, now the nerves really kick in… anyone could come through that door, what would they think? What would they do? Every footstep in the corridor outside makes my pulse race. It seems like several minutes pass before I hear a door open, I’m not even sure it’s this room. How can just waiting be such a turn on? Without even moving I can feel the moisture between my legs growing. I’m not sure exactly what’s coming but I know that I want you to fill me with hard cock. I need to be fucked and I need it soon.
And then suddenly you are there, I feel your presence and I know my wait is over.
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