Fucking on a Car

We'd been to the major city of Birmingham (UK) to see a top class concert by Lynerd Skynerd and Deep Purple, essential listening when you're into Heavy Rock. The support had been pretty impressive too. There is something about seeing world class bands and listening to the songs together that makes it likely that an exciting time may ensue. Driving back we were enjoying each other's company as we hadn't been getting out much. Although it was pretty well implicit in our warm chat in the car that we were going to go home and give each other a good sorting out, things took a different turn. Somehow we decided to make a detour along a small lane when almost home and park up at the public car park at some local meadows which by day were a popular walking/nature spot.

She was driving and we parked up and kissed and necked and caressed in the car. Jules has been my long term lover since we were kids and we have done lots of discovering sensuality together, which has included making love in a variety of different locations. Fancying a bit more room we got out of the car on the dark car park and I leaned against it as we hugged and thrusted as she fondled the outline of my hard-on through my tight jeans. It was past midnight on a summer evening, so it was still warm enough that we did not have to hurry our pleasurable time on the deserted car park in this country spot. I enjoyed feeling her tight little bum and pert tits as we ramped up the passion. We were clearly going to go for it (unless another vehicle rolled onto the car-park. I would quite happily have taken her onto the grass and ravaged her there, but we were both quite urgent to satiate our lust as soon as possible, without a lot of embellishment. There was lots of hard wet kissing going on as we felt like teenagers in lust. We pulled each other's jeans down -- not the most helpful clothing; this wasn't at all planned but entirely spontaneous. She kept her jeans round her ankles so how I banged my stiff rod into her is any-one's guess -- but a lot of urgency was involved.

I had divested myself of my jeans and somehow was just wearing a shirt and trainers. My stiffness thrust between her barely parted soft white thighs and penetrated her shaved labia. The anticipating of the journey and the expectation that if we got home we would immediately be fucking passionately mean that she was slightly moist before we had parked , and was glistening wet by the time her jeans came down. We just gave ourselves to one another in the moment, she enjoying being penetrated; I took pleasure in sliding up and down her tight wet love receiver as she sat on the bonnet (hood) of the car. We could both see enough of each other in the moonlight as I unbuttoned her top to enjoy feeling the outside and inside of her bra.

My lover is often quite reserved and prim, and dislikes getting her lovely pert tits out in the open, but when she gets going -- things happen. From time to time I was licking her bullet hard nipples both through the thin fabric of her bra and by lifting her pretty little tits out of their cups. It was short intense and passionate fucking. I think because in our teens we had not always had a place to meet, and ad done lots of petting and mutual pleasuring outdoors, we did find outdoors lovemaking very exciting and often memorable -- even though we have done a lot of it. Outdoors petting and wanking and fucking tends to evoke youthful passion and big fun. I was kissing in turn her breasts, shoulder, neck, mouth.

We were both urgent and wanted to get on, me just to take the pleasure -- and she, much as she was enjoying the moment, thinking of getting me finished before any-one else came along. Neither of us had much liked it years before towards the beginning of our relationship when during some car-bound 'making out' which would have led to full satisfaction, a load of bikers turned up in the country lane we were using. By this time I was only wearing my unbuttoned shirt, so it would be pretty obvious to any-one who turned up that we were having more than a kiss and a fumble. As well as the sex, I was enjoying the sensuality of the night-time air on my naked flesh.

I was enjoying the feel of her soft bum and thighs, though the penetration did not allow unfettered thrusting. We were both turned on and going for it, the excitement enhanced by having had a nice night out together, the country and night-time venue, and the risk of discovery. Jules was caressing my exposed bum and pulling me deeper into her. I shot a hot load of high velocity sperm up her willing slit and we kissed and embraced some more as the excitement subsided and the togetherness and tenderness took over.

As we re-clothed, headlights came along the little lane, we got into the car and drove. Soon afterwards we were home in bed and wrapped together. And then we enjoyed sleeping the sleep of the just -- the sleep of the just come that is.