Porzu
I pick you up at the door and set off. As we reach the end of the drive, you reach over and grip my arm. Sliding over to me, you smile that big smile and begin to kiss my cheek, my ear, and neck. You bury your face in my chest and I inhale the fragrance of your hair. Shifting, I bring my arm up around your shoulders and hug you close. No words need to be exchanged at this point, just the feelings relief and joy that come with being with you again. It has been so long this time, it seems that it is all new. My heart begins to race and my senses come alive.
My reach around you has slipped down to under your arm, and through the material of your dress I feel the side of your breast with my fingers. I caress this little piece of you, so responsive and warm, bringing a small gasp from your lips. These you bring back up to my face and kiss my cheek again, but not satisfied with that, your face moves in front of me to have at my lips.
I am startled, as my driving is sure to suffer from your tender ministrations. I slow down and pull over in a lot. There I am able to return the kisses, inhaling your face in my lips and rushing all over your increasingly ecstatic face with kisses and nips and yet more kisses. My hands, freed from the cares of driving, move too. My right is around you, drawing you closer to me, while my left is finding your breasts and thighs and even reaching under your dress to seek the rounded vee of your sexual secrets.
Some moments pass, the passion rising. My hands are fully warm now, tempered by the warmth of your skin and our combined desire. Panting, we part slightly to look into each other’s eyes. I see in your eyes the sweet, strong smile that encourages, strengthens, and intrigues me.
Your looks, your hands, your face, your body, all conspire with my desire to excite my sex. I take your hand to my pants, to show you what is going on under the fabric, and to invite you to massage me into fullness. With a moan, you grasp me through my trousers and pull, finding more and more of me as your ministering hands work their sexual magic.
I unzip my pants, eliciting a new smile, bigger and more playful look that tells me that you want this and more. You reach your hand in, hand on fire touching burning flesh to grip, pull, and massage. I see your eyes still, never having taken my eyes off yours since we surfaced for air, and you return my look with a smaller, knowing smile and an extra tug on my cock. I move to kiss your ear and hear you cry and pull on me a little harder. I whisper, “ Do you want to suck on it?” in your ear and am gratified to hear you moan and adjust your grip to one tighter and further down on my growing sex.
Here we are, still in this parking lot, in plain sight yet totally on our own. I shift into gear and move out, my arm still around you and your hands gently moving along the length of my cock. A quick turn, a stop for the ticket, and we are in the darkness of the parking garage. A few people coming or going at lunch shuffle through the first level, and I gun up the ramp to find a quiet spot in the upper reaches of this sanctuary.
I finally pull into a spot and turn off the ignition. The silence of the car serves as an impetus to our desire, and I pull you to me and urgently kiss your lips. My arms wrap around you to pull you closer, and we fairly merge into one being as you put your arms around my neck. You grip harder and pull my face in closer with your lips. I explore your mouth with my tongue, finding little spots of sweetness in that cherry bonbon that is your mouth.
My mind does not want this kiss to end, and sends my tongue deeper into your mouth, where my lips fix on yours in increasing ferocity. But my body has other ideas. I move back a little, looking into your loving eyes with my full desire. You sense this, and pull back a little yourself, regaining your breath and sizing up the task before you.
The act is not impossible within the vehicle, but I know that it is time to exit the small box that holds us and use the garage as we intended it, a private place where we can consummate our lust. I open the door, letting the cool air in on our glistening skin, and step out. My pants are still unzipped and I move to pull my cock out of them. I am exposed to the air and the elements, and to your sight.
First one hand reaches out for it, and using my cock as leverage you pull yourself to me, eying it all the while. I stand facing the vehicle and move in a little closer to ease your task. With one more look into my eyes, your face dives down onto me.
The feeling is one of ecstatic shock as your lips touch the tip of my small head. Your tongue flicks across it, drawing the little bead of pre-cum from my hole into your mouth. You smack your lips and return your mouth to caress me. You pull me in closer, as this is not the most convenient of positions, and now I can not see you as you open wide your lips and draw my cock into your velvet mouth. I close my eyes and feel the loving attention that you lavish on me. My hand reaches down to stroke your head, and I feel your hair, your ear, and finally your working jaw as you kiss me deeply with your whole face.
I begin to rock and then to push, my excitement rising as you ply your incredible selflessness on me. A rhythm is building, between us, that will soon reach a crescendo of giving and taking, with me giving you all my seed with gusto and pleasure, and you receiving it with your own pleasure and satisfaction.
As I begin to come, a groan escapes my lips and you answer. Your own is one of desire, yes, but also of exertion, as your lips and mouth work their wonder on me and expect their reward for your work. My hands grip the metal of the vehicle and my legs buckle a bit as my desire is fulfilled and I offer to your throat the expression of my orgasm. How you take it all and not spill a drop! I cannot fathom the skill, the love, or the enthusiasm that you prove as you continue to suck, drawing every drop of my come into your body in this way.
Your initial move to withdraw is met by my hand, still feeling your head, which halts your backward movement off my exhausted cock. I cannot bear to have you release me just yet, and I hold your head with my hand and push my hips into you for more of the same. You sense my movement, and grip down again with your lips to suck more, pulling harder on me with your lips and tongue. A renewed desire hits me, and I grow again in your mouth as you persuade my cock that it has yet more to offer.
By now I am on my knees on the edge of the vehicle door, fairly crying with pleasure at your work. You continue to suck, pulling the seed from deep in my body, through my cock, and into your mouth. My hands move your face up and down, in and out, in time with the rhythm of our lovemaking. I feel the rise again, and finally offer you the absolute last of my seed, which you willingly accept with the same vigor you showed the first time around.
This time when you release me, I can offer no resistance and slump further on the edge of the vehicle. You sit up and laugh as I fall into the cab on my face and groan with happy satisfaction. My pants still down, I reach up for your head and draw you to me for kisses and kisses and more kisses, to celebrate with you and thank you for your loving attention.
I kiss your lips and force my tongue into your mouth, tasting your delicious lips and tongue along with a tang that is odd yet familiar to me. My hands move over you body and around your back, and I draw you close and closer as I drink your mouth in passion and delight. You laugh too, under this kiss. I pull back to see your face, and your eyes point across the garage to a person sitting in a car that was not there when we stopped. She sits in her car smiling. A sheepish smile on my face, and a hearty laugh from you, and we know that our time has expired here. I step out, zip up my pants, and climb back in. You adjust your clothing and settle in as I start up the engine and back out of the spot and head down the ramp to the exit. Our audience opens her door and heads to the elevator, left by us to ponder the practices of those who have lust and desire in their lives.
The ride back is made in comfortable silence, punctuated by the gentle touches of appreciation, desire, and love. I find a new spot on your body that seems to need attention, explore it and…. But that is another story.
There is nothing I can say when I drop you off, so I merely sit and look deep into your eyes. A door opened, a step out, and you are gone. I am left to return to my place, expended, exhausted, and yet invigorated by you. I dig in to my work and try to concentrate on the bits and pieces that I am trying to put together.