Parking Lot Sex
She hit me with an IM at around four in the morning, which wasn’t completely odd. In those college days, we kept strange hours. She was horny, and so was I.
“Let’s do it in your car.” I was down for that. I had a mid 90s Ford Explorer and it had yet to be christened in that regard. We drove around for probably two hours, scoping various parts of Richmond and trying to find a good “fuck spot.” Nothing seemed to be just perfect, but it was ok. In addition to being fuck buddies, we were legitimate friends, always hanging out and chilling, so there was plenty of cool convo to tide us over while we looked for a place to rock our jollies.
We finally found a spot in the east end of the city in the parking lot of some random company. The sun was just starting to come up and the lot was clear. It was right off of a major street but the traffic was minimal. We hopped in the back seat and she went to work freeing me from my jeans and inhaling me. She was the sort that had a “meh” attitude toward cunnilingus. However, she absolutely loved to go down on me. When she had her fill of sucking me off, her pants came off next. It was ever so slightly awkward, the two of us disrobing in the back of that Explorer (they were much smaller back then), but when we got there, we were amped to go!
The sex with her was always interesting, and partially because of the vocals she possessed. She was always so enthusiastic about the dick, and that turned me on even more. Since the parking lot was empty, there was no need to stifle her moans like we had to do in the dorms.
Seeing as daylight was fast approaching, we knew time management was critical. In those days, I wasn’t the best at ‘holding out,’ and could cum with the fastest of them (lol). RIght as I was pulling out to bust my load, I saw a shadow cross over the heavily fogged windows of my ride. I freaked, thinking the cops saw the car a-rockin’ and decided to come a-knockin. She was too busy reveling in her own orgasm (or faking it) to notice. I wiped a small viewing pane and saw some guy walking by to the residential neighborhood behind the parking lot (a neighborhood I would live in almost a decade later).
The euphoria from my orgasm was blown because I knew he walked that close by on purpose. There was NO way he was that close to my car and didn’t see it rocking or not hear her. I sometimes wonder if he stood nearby and got his perv on…
“Let’s do it in your car.” I was down for that. I had a mid 90s Ford Explorer and it had yet to be christened in that regard. We drove around for probably two hours, scoping various parts of Richmond and trying to find a good “fuck spot.” Nothing seemed to be just perfect, but it was ok. In addition to being fuck buddies, we were legitimate friends, always hanging out and chilling, so there was plenty of cool convo to tide us over while we looked for a place to rock our jollies.
We finally found a spot in the east end of the city in the parking lot of some random company. The sun was just starting to come up and the lot was clear. It was right off of a major street but the traffic was minimal. We hopped in the back seat and she went to work freeing me from my jeans and inhaling me. She was the sort that had a “meh” attitude toward cunnilingus. However, she absolutely loved to go down on me. When she had her fill of sucking me off, her pants came off next. It was ever so slightly awkward, the two of us disrobing in the back of that Explorer (they were much smaller back then), but when we got there, we were amped to go!
The sex with her was always interesting, and partially because of the vocals she possessed. She was always so enthusiastic about the dick, and that turned me on even more. Since the parking lot was empty, there was no need to stifle her moans like we had to do in the dorms.
Seeing as daylight was fast approaching, we knew time management was critical. In those days, I wasn’t the best at ‘holding out,’ and could cum with the fastest of them (lol). RIght as I was pulling out to bust my load, I saw a shadow cross over the heavily fogged windows of my ride. I freaked, thinking the cops saw the car a-rockin’ and decided to come a-knockin. She was too busy reveling in her own orgasm (or faking it) to notice. I wiped a small viewing pane and saw some guy walking by to the residential neighborhood behind the parking lot (a neighborhood I would live in almost a decade later).
The euphoria from my orgasm was blown because I knew he walked that close by on purpose. There was NO way he was that close to my car and didn’t see it rocking or not hear her. I sometimes wonder if he stood nearby and got his perv on…
