This evening, we are attempting to go on a real date. He asked me to dinner. I said yes. Now he is here at my door. He escorts me to his car and opens the passenger door, like a gentleman. I give him a look. My chest is fluttering already, just feeling his body near me. His eyes are still fixed on me as he walks around and gets in. He turns the engine on and lets it run. He finally looks forward and drives up the street. I watch his every move as he drives. I wonder if we will even make it to the restaurant. I can't explain what happens to me. I just get instantly wet every time I am near him. We are not even out of the neighborhood yet, and I am already sneaking my hand to his crotch. He is already hard. It seems I have an effect on him as well. He is always hard.
I can't contain myself. I unzip his pants and take his cock in my hand. It's not enough to hold it. It's not enough to suck it. I want it inside me. I hoist myself over and straddle his lap. He gets nervous because the car is still moving. The slightest misstep may cause us to crash. I guide his cock into me and feel an instant physical relief. I don't even care that a few cars pass by, seeing me on top of him. I want him so bad! His cock feels like that very first shot you take at a bar. It goes down easy and feels so good trickling through. All the troubles of the day are instantly gone.
I love how he fits perfectly inside me, like a key in a lock. He is still trying to concentrate on the road as I glide my pussy up and down his shaft slowly, taking every inch of him inside me. He is quiet as always. He bites his lip as I kiss his neck. I ride him faster, pressing my breasts against his chest. He swerves off the road and stops the car, rather haphazardly. He releases his seat belt and wraps his arms around me as I ride him, my hips picking up pace with each thrust. He kisses me passionately. Our tongues collide. I love the way he feels inside me. He is like a drug, my personal addiction.
The car is getting humid. Each breath we take fogs the windows. I am so close. He already knows what to do. I hang on to the headrest for dear life as he fucks up into me hard and fast. I moan helplessly as my pussy walls twitch around his cock. I want to feel his hot load inside me. I crave it.
“Please cum inside me,” I gasp.
“No,” he says sternly. “Not yet."
“Please!” I beg. I start purposely squeezing my pussy muscles tight around his cock, making him groan and shake.
He lifts me off him and pinches the head of his cock. I love the way he is so controlled, while I am being so mischievous. I let myself out of the car and crawl onto the hood. I look at him through the windshield and beckon for him to come out. He shakes his head and smiles as he comes to me.
“Why are you so bad?” he whispers as he presses his body against mine. “I swear, I can't take you anywhere!”
“I can't help it,” I reply as I nip at his bottom lip. “When I want you, I just have to have you!”
He lifts my skirt and grasps my hips firmly. He pulls my panties to the side and thrusts his cock inside me. I feel an instant relief again, just like an addict getting a fix. My pussy is so wet, I can hear his cock squelching in the cream. My sweaty skin clinging to the car hood is the only thing keeping my back from sliding. I have nothing to hang onto except his neck. He presses close and kisses me deeply while taking long deep strokes inside me. He lifts up to readjust and holds my legs together. He slides inside me again, hitting my clit and my G-spot at the same time. Each time he surges in, I feel the tremors build. I cry out in ecstasy as my body explodes and implodes. It feels like I am coming endlessly.
I look up at him and see he is finally about to lose control. I spread my legs wide and hold my ankles apart as he fucks me deeper. The car is tilting back and forth from his hard thrusts. I can feel his cock jerking as his hot load sprays inside me. I grip him tight as he fills me. I love the way it feels, squirting against my walls. It's the crescendo of my high.
I sigh in satisfaction. I pull his face to mine and kiss him again. “Take me home,” I whisper.
If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to firstname.lastname@example.org. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com.