Sex On The Back Seat of a Car
My wife has said on several occasions that one of her fantasies was to have steamy sex in the back of a car. With both of us in our early forties and the parents of small children, it seemed out of the question until a recent holiday. We had gone for a fortnight to an all-inclusive resort in Florida, but we had rented a little Jeep because we liked the idea of being able to leave the grounds on our own. With the vehicle at our disposal, we decided to set aside one night for just the two of us to have a quiet dinner together. After arranging for the on-site babysitter to look after the children and booking a table at a nice restaurant, an idea dawned on me that might make the night a little more memorable.
That evening, as we drove out of the resort complex, the plan appeared to be working smoothly. Anita hadn’t noticed the two child seats were missing from the back of the Jeep; nor had she noticed the blankets and pillows I had smuggled out of our room that afternoon. All I needed now was to find a secluded area close to the restaurant. I kept looking at my beauti¬ful wife in her new outfit and grew hard just thinking about what we might find ourselves doing. What did she have on underneath that dress? How quickly could I rip it off and get at her delicious body to give it the fucking it deserved? This little adventure was turning into a fantasy for me as well!
When we had finished dinner and the bill had been presented, I slid over to Ani¬ta’s side of the table, brushed back a few wisps of her blonde hair and whispered in her ear. ‘Honey, I want you to take your handbag into the ladies’ and slip off your knickers. Put them in your handbag and come back here. I’ve got a surprise in mind for you.’
She laughed, and said, ‘You do, do you?’ She left, but I wasn’t sure if she would go along with my plan.
When she came back to the table, she said in an embarrassed fashion that she couldn’t do it. I was very disappointed, but tried not to show it. Then she smiled and said, ‘Just kidding! They’re in here!’ She popped open her handbag for a second and I got a glimpse of her sexy flowery knickers. A delightful tingle in my balls told me we were on our way. At that moment, my wife’s underwear had never looked better than right there in her handbag.
As we walked to the restaurant’s bar for a nightcap, I ran my hands lightly over her arse. A double thrill! She was also wearing a short, nylon half-slip under her dress. I could have some fun with that while we had our after-dinner drinks.
Fortunately, the bar was nearly empty. We ordered our drinks and, as we looked around, my hands began to explore. No one is sexier than my wife. She was a tall, slender, elegant type when I met her and I love her as much now as I did then. I love caressing her naked body when we lie in bed together. Her long legs, the cheeks of her arse, her well-manicured pussy, her perfectly sized tits, her graceful neck and soft hair they’re all my personal playground. And that night I was going to make sure to play with all of them before we even left the bar.
As Anita and I pretended to make small talk at the bar, I began to caress her back and shoulders. Either the drinks or the freedom underneath was relaxing her, because she didn’t object as my hand strayed down to her arse and stayed there. The bar served as a shield while I ran my hands all over her bum cheeks. The soft nylon of her slip was perfect for teasing her. I ran my fingers down her crack, then round the tops of her legs where they met her arse. She kept facing the bar, but I could feel her lean her weight into my hands as they slowly traced the outlines of her bottom. She was enjoying this.
I changed my position a little, and as we continued to talk and look around the bar, I lightly ran the back of my fingers across her tower abdomen. My little finger grazed the top of her pubic hair ever so slightly. As she had nothing on down there, I felt her knees give just a little every time I tick¬led that area. I caught her eye and could tell she was nervous about doing this in such a public area, but also I could see that her nervousness was turning up the sexual energy a few more notches. She must be getting nice and wet down there, I thought.
The bar had an outside marina which was deserted on that warm evening. We told the bartender that we wanted to look at the night-time sky as we left, but we realty just wanted some more freedom to tease each other a little bit further. Anita stood against the railing in front of me as we gazed at the stars and, with the extra seclusion, I let my hands roam a little fur¬ther down to her pussy. She leaned back into me and her arse rubbed against my stiffening prick. I could hear a slight gasp as the silk of her slip tickled her clit, but it might have been me as she backed her¬self into my crotch. We played like that for a few more minutes until we couldn’t stand it any further. We left our drinks there on the dock’s pylons and laughed as we half-ran to our Jeep.
Anita climbed into the front seat and I opened up the back door. Her eyes spar¬kled with evil delight as I began to spread out the blankets and pillows on the rear seat. I jumped into the driver’s seat and gave her a deep, tongue-probing kiss. I ran my hand up her dress to see if she was as horny as I thought, and I got a tingle when I felt she was dripping wet. My fingers ran along each side of her pubic hair, spreading her pussy wide open as they made their way to the top of her ‘V.’ That had her squirming in her seat.
‘Where are we going to go?’ she whis¬pered breathlessly.
‘I don’t know,’ I told her, ‘but you have to keep yourself busy while we find a spot. Lift up your dress and play with yourself while I drive.’ As I backed out of the carpark I could see Anita toying with her pussy in the blue moonlight and knew I’d better find somewhere fast!
It took all the self-control I could muster to keep my eyes on the road; the sight of Anita’s dress hiked up to her waist, her lacy slip just peeping out while her hips lightly moved up and down with her fingers on her clit, all in the passenger seat next to me, was driving me crazy. This definitely wasn’t just her fantasy any more!
We found a dark, deserted car park just outside an old folks’ complex. I barely had the engine turned off before Anita had climbed into the back of the Jeep. As I slid my trousers and pants down, my hard cock finally got to spring out into the night air. I looked back and Anita’s legs were wide open, her fingers spreading her pussy just for me. ‘Come back here,’ she panted, ‘and lick my pussy.’ I was back there in a flash, diving into her warm wetness. She groaned as my tongue ran up and down her clit, her groan dropping an octave when I slid one of my fingers slowly into her pussy. As I sucked on her clitoris, I teased her with my fingertip, just outside, then just inside… Just outside, then deeper inside. I had all the lubrica¬tion in the world because Anita was wetter than I could ever remember. As I teased her faster and faster, she began thrusting her hips wildly and moaning softly as she neared her climax. Then she yelled, ‘Oh, fuck, yes! Fuck, yes! Suck my clit. Oooh, it feels so good!’
After Anita’s shouting had subsided, I put my hands under her arse and pulled her toward me. I leaned forward so my hands were on either side of her shoulders as she lay on her back. Without any guid-ance, my cock slid right into her pussy, halfway at first, then gradually all the way deep inside her. I began to move slowly in and out, letting my swollen cockhead tease her lips. I asked her, ‘How do you want it? Fast or slow?’
She panted, ‘Fuck me hard! Fuck me fast! Fuck me now! Just fuck me!’
Never one to pass up a command like that, I began to pound away. My knees were supporting me while Anita’s feet were propped up against the wall. I was able to use our position to really, really fuck my wife. My senses were alive and I was soaking in everything: the quietness of the night contrasting with the moaning and wailing inside the Jeep; my wife with her skirt and slip hitched up to her waist, cursing like a sailor; watching my cock banging away at that gyrating pussy in the moonlight. It was all too much. My come boiled and percolated inside me until the pressure was intense. I shot my load and everything I felt was released along with it, straight through my balls and into the Florida night.
Anita cooed in my ear, That was fabu¬lous, but I’m not finished yet.’ Neither was I, so that was good news. As I moved beside her to kiss her cheek, she put one leg down and began to play with her pussy. As she did so, I pulled down one side of her dress and began sucking one of her tits.
When I reacged her nipple and took it into my mouth, she shimmied her fingers on her clit and brought herself to another shuddering orgasm. I kept flicking her nip¬ple with my tongue as I slid a finger into her sopping pussy. Her moaning turned into a guttural growl as I dry-humped her side. ‘Suck my tits, baby! That’s great!’ I was so excited I was moaning and curs¬ing, too, as she climaxed a second time in the back of our rented Jeep.
I lay on top of her while we discussed how naughty we’d just been. I began to get hard again and I thrust into her as we gig¬gled about our escapade. ‘I hope no one in that old folks’ home has a telescope!’ I laughed.
I was still slowly sliding in and out as Anita said, ‘We’ll know someone did if we see an ambulance racing to the building.’ We laughed and talked some more as I fucked my wife slowly. That was almost as much fun as before, but in a different way. But since neither of us had an orgasm left, we got dressed and made our way back to our resort.
What started out as a treat for my wife ended up as one of the most incredible nights of sex I’ve ever had. I’ll be using the memory of Anita tickling her clit and pussy lips right next to me in the Florida night air as wanking fodder for years to come.
