A Liaison--Public Parking

I arrive at the bar precisely at 10 pm, just like we agreed. The bar's full, as it always is on Saturday nights, and there's only one spot open at the bar—a barstool near the wells. I greet Kevin the bartender with a smile, and—as usual—he kisses my hand like I'm a queen. I sit on the barstool and look around a bit, nodding at the regulars I know. I don't see you yet. I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear, and sip the drink Kevin's brought me. I'm prepared for our latest liaison.

Even though I'm your slut, you don't want me to look like one; you love the contrast, so I'm dressed nicely, even conservatively, in a knee-length black skirt, a snug light blue sweater, and black stiletto heels, with discreet silver diamond heart earrings and a matching short necklace. Even though everything I'm wearing is appropriate, it's all just slightly sexy—a bit short on the skirt, a bit tight on the sweater, a bit high on the four-inch heels. The silver glints at my ears and the base of my throat, winking in the light and drawing a bit of attention.

Underneath, I'm absolutely the slut you ordered: a black balconette bra, lacy and sexy, and—of course—black lacy panties, the thong tucked into the crack of my ass. My garter belt is black, and the stockings are black with lacy cream tops.

Suddenly the tiny hairs on the back of my neck raise, and I know you're somewhere watching me. I glance around as I sip my drink, and as a drunk couple stumble past me, I see you: at a high top table with some people I don't know, watching me as you sip your own drink.

I suddenly feel a bit hunted; how long have you been there watching me? But then you smile a bit over your glass, and I know we're both on the prowl.

I turn back to Kevin and laugh at something he said, breathing in deep, waiting for you to make the next move. This part's not so planned—you wanted some spontaneity in this—so I talk to Kevin and watch the TV behind the bar while I wait.

It doesn't take long. Within a few minutes, I feel you move up next to me, and you step into the empty space in front of the wells, asking Kevin for a refill. He moves off to fill your order, and you turn slightly to me—Come here often?—you say with a smile, and I laugh at the cliché.

Only when instructed—I reply, and you bend forward and hmmm with pleasure. Your next words are just for me, and I can barely hear as you say—My slut—with that sexy growl in your voice. I straighten and only just resist the urge to present myself to you for the fucking I so richly deserve.

Kevin returns and he talks to us for a minute, and we both reply with some inane responses, but I am close enough that I can see the pulse at your throat: you're as aroused as I am. My pussy is throbbing already, and you've not touched me yet. We both know what we're going to try to do tonight, and we're both at the edge of full arousal. You glance over at your friends and give them some look I can only imagine is an invitation for them to go on without you. I don't look; my eyes are full of you, and I want more.

We speak a bit more—I have no idea about what—and then you lean in close to me and don't whisper, but say clearly—Time for your pussy to be filled, slut—and I am suddenly slick with wanting. I want so badly to touch you, but that's against the rules we set, so instead I reach in my bag and pull out a ten, leaving it on the bar for Kevin. I smile at you, then slide off the barstool and walk—a bit unsteadily—out of the bar.

I am supposed to meet you just outside the door, and it's only a minute or two before you're there, your warm hand taking mine as we turn and walk to the parking garage behind the bar. We don't talk, just walk along in the warm late summer air, our hands touching only through the fingers we have loosely laced together, but each touch sends a shock to my pussy. It's dark, but only just, and I wonder how well this will work.

We finally reach the parking garage elevator, and inside, you push the button for the third floor. You've scoped this one out, and you know exactly where to take me. You tug my hand as we arrive on the floor, pulling me towards a dark corner where—surprise, surprise—a security light is out. I glance up, but there's no security camera on this corner, and I laugh as I realize you have found the perfect place. We'll be heard, but not seen. As we walk up to the corner, you pull me closer and your mouth finds mine, the kiss hot and dark, just like what we're about to do.

We're behind a company truck parked for the night, but if anyone walks close enough they'll see us. The possibility of discovery is intoxicating, and I am breathless with the knowledge of what we're risking. You take me by the waist and push me up against the concrete wall, and your mouth slides off mine and down to my throat. I can feel your cock against my belly, and as you lightly bite the base of my throat, I feel a trickle from my pussy further dampen my panties. As if you know what just happened, I feel your hand sliding my skirt up my leg, your hand going to the waist of my panties. I've worn them on top of the garters—as instructed—and you begin to pull them down my thighs. When they reach my knees, I kick them off, leaving them where they lay.

You lift me a bit and settle me on the top of the low wall, my feet in their black stilettos dangling just above the floor. Although we're three stories up and I'm on the outer wall, my back rests against the balustrade, and I know you've made sure I'm safe. You pull back and look me in the eyes as your hands grip my knees, and you pull my legs wide apart, giving you full access to everything wet and throbbing, spreading me like your sacrifice. Your hand finds its way between my thighs, and one finger, then two, sink into my dripping pussy as you kiss me again, your tongue in my mouth mirroring the stroking in my pussy.

It only takes a few double strokes for me to cum around your hand, and I grasp your forearms as shudders take over my body. You slide your mouth to my ear and growl—My slut, my cunt, my whore—and it just makes me cum harder, knowing I'm yours to play with.

But you're also mine, and as I come down from the orgasm, I slide my hands down to the front of your jeans and rub your cock through the denim, pressing hard against the big head I feel there. You moan into my hair, and I laugh and say—My babyboy, my fucktoy, my slut—and you laugh and nod against my cheek.

We both know playtime is over. We've come here to take serious risk, to have a serious fuck in public, and it's heightening our pleasure to know we're doing it together. I unbutton your jeans, sliding the zipper down, and feel immediate warmth. As instructed, you're commando tonight, and your cock is right inside for me to play with. It's already wet and slick with your pre-cum, and I rub the wetness up and down the shaft as you moan in pleasure, then use it to pull you closer.

Your hands slide the sides of my skirt up my legs, and there I am, exposed like the whore you just named me, and it takes me only a few seconds to fit your cock to my wet and gaping pussy. You push slightly, and the head pops into my cunt, sending a shock wave inside me, and I gasp in reaction. You begin to slide slowly into me; it's dark in the garage, but the faint moonlight is bright enough for us to watch as your cock disappears into my cunt, slowly, inch by fucking inch. We both moan, and the sound fills the air inside the garage and out over the shopping center we're overlooking. We're both panting at this point, so aroused by what we're doing and the chances we're taking.

Your cock bottoms out in my pussy, and my arms come around you. With the sides of skirt covering my upper thighs, and your jeans still snug on your ass, we could be any couple making out in a dark parking garage. But you begin pulling out of my pussy, the veins and ridges on your cock rubbing the ridges and curves of my cunt, and you stop just inside my pussy, then thrust back into me. There's no rhythm for me to hold on to as you plunder my cunt with your cock, and I edge closer and closer to the orgasm I know is coming, my breath quickening, and my moans getting harder and harder to stifle.

I can hear people laughing and talking as they find their cars, and I wonder for a moment what they're hearing, then cease caring when I feel my pussy starting to clench and throb in orgasm. You mouth is at my neck, at my ear, and I hear myself moaning as shudders rack my body. Your hands have moved down to my ass, and you're pounding your cock into my pussy, harder and harder and that's what I whisper into your neck—Harder baby, harder—and I hear you breathe and groan as you get closer. Your cock feels huge in my cunt, and I can feel it throbbing in time with your stroking. You squeeze my ass, hard, and I hear you say—Now baby—and bury your cock with one final thrust into my cunt, deep, and then I feel burning hot cum squirt inside me, your cock throbbing in time with my pussy.

For a minute we just stay like that—you buried inside me, our arms tight around each other—as we listen to people walking through the garage and talking. I can feel your cum oozing out of my pussy around your cock, and then I hear you say—Still fucking rock hard, baby—and we laugh, knowing you'll stay that way until you fuck me later.

You pull back and slide your cock out of me, watching me as you do, and then you bend down and get my panties from the concrete floor. I reach for them, but you laugh and hold them out of reach, then take them and wipe our cum off your cock. Now put them back on—you say, and watch me as I step carefully into the wet panties, knowing I'll smell of our sex as long as I'm wearing them. While I'm bending over, I take the opportunity to have a lick of your—yes, still rock hard—cock. You grip my head for a moment, pulling me to your cock, then you help me stand.

We walk back to the bar, and I think for a moment we'll go our separate ways, but you have something else in mind—your damned spontaneity. You lead me inside to the still-full bar, and find a high top table back against the wall. You seat me with my back to the crowd and go get drinks. I watch you laugh and talk with people as you come back, then tell me to drink. I take a long sip, and feel your hand slide up my thigh—I'm a bit surprised—we're so careful in public, but I feel languid and sexy and I just want your hands on me.

When your hand slides between my thighs, I'm startled and I sit up straight. You pull my legs apart—again—and one finger pulls my panties to the side as you dip another into my pussy. You stroke and thrust for a few seconds, then pull your wet finger out. You lean in for a kiss, then offer your cum-covered finger to me, daring me. That's all I need, of course—a dare—and I lean closer and take that index finger that was so recently in my cunt into my mouth, my eyes on yours, as I suck your finger deep into my mouth. Your eyes drop to my mouth, and you lean in for another kiss, taking the taste of both of us into your mouth as I feel the arousal build again...