So for one reason or another, another week passes by and the only guy that’s in my life is Paul, my friends with benefits. Whatever, we have it seems to be working for us.
Saturday night, I went out with that guy Greg. It was okay at first, but we really didn’t click. To put it nicely, he’s still stuck on his ex-girlfriend. I was more than willing to be his rebound, but I don’t think he’s ready for even that. We went out for dinner and she was all that he really talked about. Then we went out for a couple of drinks at a bar and the more he drank, I could really tell that he wasn’t over her. I could’ve give him a blowjob, fucked him all night long and I have a feeling that he wouldn’t even notice that I wasn’t her.
I ended the night early, going with the headache and tired excuses. He dropped me off and by the time I walked to the door of my apartment, I had Paul on the phone. He was out at some club and I was more than willing to go pick him up.
With Paul, I don’t even have to say anything. He doesn’t have to say anything either. As soon as he was in the car, we started making out. Just kissing him turns me on. And of course, we did a lot more than kissing. His hand not so casually, slipped under my shirt and found my boobs. My hand found his cock and started rubbing it through his jeans. If the parking lot hadn’t been so busy, I would’ve fucked him right there.
I started to drive home, but I didn’t get very far. In fact, I made it just a few blocks. There was too much traffic and both of us agreed that we both lived too far away. I pulled into one of those office parks. I found what looked like a pretty secluded spot and before I even put the car into park, we were all over each other again.
He suggested the backseat and we both hopped out of the car and into the backseats as quick as we could. My jeans and panties quickly came off and I found myself on my back, my legs wide open again. He was on top of me, fingering me as we kissed. I was already in a very happy place.
Soon his fingers were replaced with his cock. I knew he was a little drunk, but he didn’t have a problem at all getting completely hard.
My car seats aren’t the most comfortable, but I forgot all about that as he really started to fuck me hard. He was soon fucking me so hard that the car must have been shaking. I could see that the windows were already fogging up.
A few minutes later, he was getting close. Then he surprised me. He usually cums inside of me, but he pulled out at the last second and came all over my new shirt. I don’t know if he was going to give me a facial and came to quick or what happened it, but we both found it kind of funny. Especially, when I started joking what I would say to a cop if I got pulled over and he saw the stain on my shirt. It was an orange shirt and even in the dim light of the parking lot it was pretty noticeable.
I also found, it such a turn on too. I felt like such a dirty slut with his cum all over my shirt.
It was a quickie, but definitely what we both needed. Or at least what would keep us satisfied until we got back to my bedroom.
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