I have been imagining this since you first messaged me - sitting in my car, under tree somewhere. It’s dusk and you can hear all the cars going home on the freeway in the background. It’s warm. Warm enough to smell the eucalyptus leaves , warm enough that you feel the sweat on your back when the air conditioning is turned off.
As planned, you turn up, tap on the side of the car to let me know that you’re there-as if I haven’t been watching you frantically from the car mirrors the moment you arrive. You say nothing, lean down and kiss me,
You’re still kissing me, as you squat down on the other side of the car door. I can feel you pulling away from the kiss and instead you’re just looking into my eyes and giving me this wicked smile.
“Sure you still want to do this?”, you ask. The voice is deep and rough, so much better than it was on the Phone. I just nod. Leaning in, you pull some hair back behind my ear and nuzzle me.
“Use your words, baby girl” and I do.

You open the car door and pull me out. Leaning against the car we kiss again, but this time you’re leaning into me, pushing your hard body into my soft one. Almost leaving an imprint on my clothes. I can feel your cock against me, twitching. You force your way between my legs and push me back onto the car seat sitting sideways , my feet on the grass.
I unzip you. Your cock, semi hard falls out and I take you into my mouth. One hand surrounds your girth ( so satisfying ), moving up and down as I suck on your head, starting to get into a rhythm, getting deeper with each approach. My other hand is playing with your balls. Velvety and warm. You smell clean, musky and of you. I get into a rhythm, hands, mouth, wet and dry all I hear is breathing, yours and mine, and then you start to pant.
My throat relaxes, your cock is going deeper, and a flash of lights catches my eye. I lose the rhythm and start to gag, worrying that someone will come. Now, I am sure I see headlights and start to pull away .
You grab my head, hands tangled up in my hair and jam your cock down my throat and out again.
“ No, we’re not stopping now,” . You push my head backwards and forwards, creating a new more frenetic pace. You tell me that you’re in control, to be a good girl or there will be consequences . All I can hear is the wet sound of me sucking you, and your groans. You pull out and stick your cock between my breasts and fill my bra with your cum.
You pull me out of the car and guide me onto the backseat. I’m on all fours and you’ve pushed my skirt up and pulled my knickers down. One hand is on my back keeping me in place the other spreading my legs so you can have a look . I’m dripping and you tell me that I really am a bit of a slut.
Nothing happens. I feel the breeze coming off the wetlands, on the back of my legs I can hear the traffic in the distance again. You tell me you’re going to take a photo of my dripping pussy and not to try and pull away. I do and you smack me hard on the bum. Not hard, but the shock of it is unexpected and I submit.

You tell me to spread my legs again and I see the reflection of flash and get worried that other people might see . You laugh, telling me that I’m your slut today, to do as you wish. As you start to finger me, you tell me there are two people watching over there. I cum. It’s quick, hard, quite unexpected. I squirt all over your hand and can’t stop.
The quivering slows down, and I receive two more smacks, heavier, harder than the last, because I should be focusing on you, not on other people.
You tell me that this isn’t quite what you expected, that I’m easily distractible . You tell me that I will require further, more regular training if I am going to get better at this.
My knickers come off and are stuffed into my mouth. You push me back onto all fours and you fuck me hard. Pounding with enough force that I have to brace myself. With each thrust I can feel your balls almost knotting me. There are no other distractions, just this and us.
Afterwards we clean each other up and kiss . You have some cold water for us to drink. Still on a bit of a high from the play, we hold hands and talk about other things.
When I’m driving home, I can hear my phone buzzing. It’s a message from you, reminding me to text you tomorrow to make sure that I’m not too sore. I don’t think you believe me when I tell you that I love that feeling the next day, slightly sore and sated. You have some thoughts on our next interlude and remind me of our safe word.