Sharing My Story with Susan

While my mouth went back to her neck and ear, my hand moved over that bare thigh, up over her hip, and around the back, caressing her smooth, bare ass, cupping it with my palm and kneading it gently with my fingertips. My hand roamed over her ass, running along the crack before moving back along her hip. I put my hand there, pulling her hips closer to my own.

I thrust my cock against her, wishing to God that I wasn't constrained by my pants. I wanted her so badly. She was so close, yet so incredibly far from me. I pulled her closer, holding her as tightly as I could, but it wasn't close enough. I continued my instinctive thrusting, my crotch pushing against hers as we pressed our mouths together.

The hand on her ass continued its journey down the outside of her bare thigh before moving back up, this time moving to the front and to the inside. As my fingers inched closer to her pussy, I could feel the heat of her excitement. I moved my hand up and up and up, until I finally let the palm of my hand move slowly over her sex. It was hot to the touch, and completely smooth, revealing lips that were swollen and sensitive. I so desperately wanted to see it, to push my mouth against that clean, shaven pussy, but now was not the time.

She let out a gasp when I moved my fingers over her. Then I slowly moved my middle finger over her pussy lips, up and down, up and down. Gently, feeling her moist, hot excitement. She was wet and hot. She moaned and pressed into my hand, before I gently slid a finger inside of her. When I did so, she gasped for air again.

Without a word, her hands found the button on my fly. She snapped it open and quickly unzipped my pants. She slid her hand inside of my boxer shorts, running her fingers up and down my rock hard shaft. She led her fingernails down my cock and back up, almost tickling me, caressing my throbbing dick. She moved down again, letting her fingertips run through the course hair at the base of my cock. Then she gripped me tightly and began to stroke me. She stroked me up and down, and I took in a gulp of air, pushing myself against her hand, my mouth buried in her neck, letting out a long breath of air, no longer able to focus even enough to kiss her there.

With her hand in my shorts, she flipped her wrist outward so that my waistband pulled away from my body, and she slid down my shorts just enough to free my cock. I turned to her and looked her in the eye. There was lust there. Hunger. It was clear that she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

I hiked up her dress and propped her up against the car, her legs spread so that her thighs gripped my hips. She guided my cock to her eager pussy, and I slid in easily, instantly. I pushed in to the hilt, my eyes staring into hers. I wasn't going to turn away, and neither was she. But with each subsequent thrust, she gave a little gasp, one that grew louder and louder, before she finally bit her lip. After only a moment, she couldn't take it anymore, and she shut her eyes and arched her head back. I kissed her there, moving my lips over her skin as I thrust up and down between her legs.

I continued to push inside of her, as deep and as hard as I could. I pushed up against her hard, thrusting in and out, pushing her back against the car. With her head tilted back, she said, "Oh God," she said in a throaty whisper. She griped me harder with her arms and hands, pulling at me with all of her might as she let the climax take her. "Oh God, James!"

It was then that my own climax tore through me.

I thrust into her as deeply as I could, my ass clenching as I shot a load of hot cum deep inside of her. Her arms held me tight as she pulled me closer, her fingernails digging into my back. She pushed her face into my shoulder, and she used her arms to pull herself down on top of me, trying to get every last inch of my cock. I thrust into her several more times, hard at first, but eventually each one became less forceful then the one before. Finally, I had spent my load, and I stood there, holding her up against the car. We were embracing one another, her warm, rapid breathing on my neck running in rhythm with my own.

After another moment, she let her legs down and stood on her own feet, her dress falling back down over her legs. I slid my boxers back over my now only partially stiff cock, and I zipped up my pants.

We looked at each other, unsure of ourselves. She leaned in for a kiss on the cheek. It was a gentle, loving gesture. She then turned, opened her door, and sat in the driver's seat. She started the car and rolled down her window.

I bent down to look in at her. She was beautiful. I stood that way for several moments, taking her in with my eyes. Eventually, she spread her legs and hiked up her dress, revealing her beautiful, creamy thighs. She ran the fingers of both hands up and down her skin, and I could see the gooseflesh rippling over her legs. Then she moved a hand just a little higher, and her body hiked up ever so slightly as she pushed her fingers inside.

She withdrew her hand, and I saw, on one outstretched finger, a drop of my hot, milky cum. Her tongue extended just as she put that finger into her mouth. She sucked on it for a brief moment before slowly pulling it out, her lips sucking the cum off with an audible, "Mmmmm."

"I'll be thinking of you," she said to me with a smile. With that, she put her car into motion and drove out of the parking lot, leaving me alone with my thoughts.