Stepping Out of Comfort Zones Ch. 01

I climb onto the hood, soaking myself in her gushing stream, rubbing her drenched panties on her bare belly and breasts. Finally, my cock presses against her. I have never felt lust like this before as I feel my cock enter her. She grabs my arms and pulls me inside.

Suddenly the club doors burst open and the audience begins exiting the venue, heading our way. It immediately breaks the spell for both of us. While crazy with desire, we are not going to be a show or get arrested.

She slides down off the hood and I quickly pull up my pants and we get into the car.

Both breathless, hearts pounding, we look at each other in wonder. She is radiant, her hair wildly tousled, cheeks flushed, her dark brown eyes fully dilated in arousal.

"Karin, what the fuck was that?"

"Well, Timothy Fingersucker, I guess it's my turn to feign ignorance and pretend I don't know what you are talking about." She laughs, pulling a little girl's innocent face with uplifted eyebrows and pursed lips.

"You pissed all over us!"

"Yeah, and you made me do it."

"But I didn't know that was going to happen."

She laughs, "Look cupcake, you were hard core rimming and then finger fucking my ass in a public parking lot and about to stick your cock in there as well. But you still want to put boundaries on how I respond?"

"Well, now that you put it that way, I see your point. At first I thought you were squirting, but that was actually piss and it caught me off guard."

"And yet I noticed you drinking it from my panties. Did you like it?......... Wait, don't tell me."

She looks down at the raging erection sticking out of my open fly.

"It does not look like it was much of a buzz kill for you. Oh, and by the way, can I have my panties back now?"

They are clenched in my left hand, dripping on the steering wheel.

The car is filled with the smell of Karin's piss, but somehow I don't mind, in fact I am kind of turned on by it.

She takes the panties and wads them into a ball.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I am going to do this!" She leans her head back and opens her mouth.

She squeezes a stream of urine out of the silk into her mouth and leans over to me. She opens her mouth showing it nearly full and just waits. I lean forward, mouth open, lips meeting, her tongue pushing the piss into my mouth. After we stir it around with our tongues, we both swallow.

"Wow! That was wild. I have never done anything like that before!" she cries. "Have you?"

"Nope."

"Then if this is new to both of us, how the hell did we get here? And by the way, we better get rolling. It's getting a bit crowded over here." she says, pointing at the other concert goers approaching neighboring cars.

I get the Mustang started and we exit the lot before it becomes a traffic jam. It's a short hop to the 5. As soon as we are up to speed, Karin strips out of her wet skirt and t shirt, draping them over the back seat to dry. She is completely relaxed in her nakedness and reaches over to kill the air conditioning and turns on the heat.

"Seriously man, we have never made love, barely kissed and you go straight for my ass. Not that I minded. You worked it like no has ever done before and then you turn into a piss freak before my eyes. I mean I am lying there, aroused as hell, but when I lost control, I figured for sure I had lost you. Instead you bathe in it and still put your cock in me."

"Sorry, I really don't know what got into me, I have a few kinks, but I am actually a pretty shy guy."

"Shy? You do realize none of what I just described is normal sexual behavior. Especially from a guy who was supposedly too reserved to ask me out or make any sort of first move."

"Okay, I will cop to some of this. I am a big fan of rimming and it takes a while to get most girls loose enough to get a pinky in, much less a finger or tongue. You were so relaxed and into it from the jump, so I think that was just two kinky souls in communion."

"Souls might be a bit too poetic. I'm pretty sure that most people would have just seen two perverts, but I loved it."

"About the other thing. Yes, I have tasted my own piss and done some shower and bathroom piss play but very little. You freaked me, but I wanted you so badly, I went all lizard brain and in the process discovered that I liked the taste of your piss."

"Yeah, I can get pretty wild once I let go. I guess you now realize I really dig anal. I found out a while back that deep, intense anal can cause me to squirt. But one day, for some reason, I began pissing instead and while I still dig squirting, pissing for me is even more fun. However, it tends to chase the boys away."

"I'll bet."

"But not you. You should have seen your face at first! I thought you were going to run home to mama. You blew me away when you started drinking it off my panties. It almost made me come -- it was hot as fuck to watch. And I have never tasted my own until just now. You turned ME out on that one."

"I just lost control and let my desire for you guide me."

"Well, whatever, it was, it was a step beyond for both of us. By the way, do you know your shirt is soaked in my piss as well as most of your pants?"

"Yeah, I know, I kind of like it. And by the way, do you know you are beautifully, tantalizingly, buck naked?"

"Yeah, I know, I kind of like it."

Our laughter is simultaneous, warm and genuine, regardless of how strange the circumstances might be.

"So how did you find your piss trigger?"

"I had a gay roommate and we used to help each other out on lonely nights when we didn't have a partner. It wasn't passionate at all, almost like science lab. He taught me how to milk his prostate and told me how it was not the only part of anal that felt good. So we started exploring on me. And, voila! I discovered I was an ass slut."

"Yeah, your butt was pretty easy to get into."

With a proud tilt to her head, she announces "Yes, I have it pretty well trained. Was that really your tongue in the beginning? It felt like you got it all into me."

"It was and I have never gotten in that far before."

"Wow! That was so hot, I want to do that again and also try and return the favor if you will let me."

"Absolutely!"

"Anyway, I already knew how to squirt and he was really hung, so we tried to do some dick stimulated squirting, but pushing up onto my G from inside my ass. We discovered that it would make me piss instead of squirting. I totally soaked the bed and freaked us both out."

She goes on to explain that she has tried to get some straight dates to do it and they get all excited about ass fucking until she mentions how she may climax. At that point they start backing down and it all goes vanilla.

So she got a waterproof hospital mattress cover and simply seduced men without explanation, asking for forgiveness instead of permission.

That has not been very successful. The very few who triggered her piss were grossed out and ran for the door.

"Actually, it's not a climax, I still need to come in some fashion, the pissing just gets me more aroused. So when these silly boys freak out, I am left alone to do myself. It can be very lonely."

She pulls an overly dramatic sad face and I can't help but laugh. She is delightful. How did I miss this? Or are we just showing sides we kept to ourselves.

"No one has ever reacted like you did. I know it might not be a sexual release for you, but would be willing to piss on me when we finally get around to fucking?"

"Why, does that turn you on?"

"The idea does, but I have never done it. My roommate could deal with squirt but the piss thing was too far out for him, even though he helped me find it for myself. I almost got him to do it one night, but he just could not go there. And all the straight boys......... well, you already know what happened with them."

"Yeah, I could do that I think, Jesus Karin, all this talk is driving me crazy, I want you so badly right now"

"Yes, I can see that. Here, let me show you my side of desire."

She takes her right index and middle fingers and works them deep into her pussy, rising up off the seat so she can bury them inside. She then brings them out and holds them up onto my upper lip........."smell me"............. And then pushes them into my mouth....."Taste me."

"I love how you keep putting your scent onto me. First your panties, and now your fingers. You're right, you can teach someone a lot about teasing."

"This was not teasing, they are different scenarios. I made my panties wet, that was teasing. What I just gave you now, you did that to me. How long until we are back in LA, because I am very impatient in these matters."

"Girl, we are barely to Carlsbad, so we have almost two more hours."

"Well, I can't wait that long, so I can get myself off all over this leather seat that now stinks of piss anyway and then suck you off -- or we can pull over at the next rest stop and make rental car love. Your call."

There is a rest stop 2 miles ahead and we pull off, only to find it nearly full. RV's with folks outside in folding chairs, 18 wheelers with drivers doing log books in their cabs. It is definitely not the place to pick up where we left off. We make two circuits and head north again towards Oceanside and Camp Pendleton.

Karin kneels on the seat, facing me. "Then a blow job it is, I owe you something for that drenched skirt."

She busies herself with my jeans. Already open and unbuckled, she pulls the length of my belt out of the loops and throws it into the back seat. Pushing the tabs from my button fly jeans to the side, she clears her 'workspace'.

As she lowers her head I feel her lips caress my crown before her wet mouth slides down, engulfing me in her wet, slick, warmth.

She stays like that, softly sucking me for a while and then lifts her head up. I can feel her spittle pooling at the base of my cock as she takes me in hand and starts stroking.

"This is not going to work. It's like your dick is sticking out of your leg, I don't feel any connection with the rest of you. I need your balls, your thighs, your flesh."

Folding my waistband back, she pushes the back of my jeans down under me. "Lift up your ass for me." As I do so, she tugs my jeans on my right and then my left side. "Again." We repeat our little dance and now my waistband is around my knees and she has moved her arm into my foot well to push them further down to my ankles.

I can still move my feet, but this feels a bit unsafe. I pull my left knee back a bit so that my right foot has more range of movement. "Oh, that's perfect." She says spreading my right knee toward her. "That will do nicely, quite nicely."

She lightly runs her fingertips up and down my thighs and I thrill to the sensation, my whole body stiffening under her touch.

"See, I told you this would be better."

Reaching between my legs, she pulls my balls out and lifts them to her mouth.

"Hold on a second." I reach forward to adjust the steering wheel column. The control is an electric four sided rocker and I put it to maximum height with the wheel fully compacted toward the dashboard. My hand position is now more like driving a tractor than a muscle car, but Karin has a lot more room to maneuver.

Dropping my balls, Karin pops up to check out the new working room. "This is great, we have lots of room now, maybe I could fuck you!"

"Hold on cowgirl, I think this is about as dumb as I want to get right now. I'm just glad we are on a deserted highway."

"I wasn't serious...... well, actually, I was. But I doubt I would have gone that far and am glad one of us has retained some sensibility. Now just relax, as I am going to suck you dry my friend."

Stuffing both of my testicles into her mouth, she sucks on them and raises her head pulling them taut. The ache it brings is deep, sweet and sublime. I let out a groan. After a few more pulls, she lets them fall from her mouth. She resumes sucking me, lying across the console, her pale white back luminous in the dashboard light.

Gradually, she begins bobbing up and down on my cock and adjusts her position, now kneeling on the inner edge of her seat, her hands on the inner edge of mine, doggie style, straddled across the console. Her face is in my lap and her ass pointed toward the passenger window.

I take my right hand and reach under her bobbing mouth and gather some of her throat spit from my cock. Then I reach up over her back and find her ass crack where I smear her spit across her hole. I easily slide my middle finger back inside her ass.

Because of the reach, I can only get it in to my second knuckle. With my palm resting on the valley of her ass's cleavage, I hook into her and begin tugging.

She starts to get up, trying to speak to me, but my finger is hooked firmly. She groans as she takes me back into her mouth.

She starts mouth fucking me in a manner I have never experienced. Her head bobs up and down on me, fully releasing me each time and then taking all of me inside her mouth again. I never feel her teeth against my flesh and yet, her cheeks and tongue are tight around me as my crown bounces along the ripples on the roof of her mouth.

We are now on the stretch cutting through Camp Pendleton so there are no lights on either side of the road and very few cars out. It's a crazy balance -- staying focused on the road at 75 mph and letting myself luxuriate in the sensations she is coaxing out of me.

As I begin to come, she stops moving, my cock buried in her mouth. After the teasing of our bout on the car hood, my cum load is huge and courses up out of me and into her throat. I can feel her gag a bit, and then she begins swallowing in rhythm to my ejaculations, pulling them into her gullet, further stimulating me.

She keeps sucking and swallowing long after I am empty. I slide my finger out of her ass and stroke her back.

She rises from my crotch, very slowly.

"Karin, that was the most incr.............. She puts a finger to my lips.

"Shhh, shh, just let me try and replay that for myself awhile."

Cranking the heat up to full blast, she sits down and puts her seat back, now nearly prone.

With her feet spread up on the dashboard, she languidly begins exploring herself. Like a few times earlier this evening, she anoints her fingers and then smears them on her upper lip, smelling and tasting herself. She then closes her eyes, left hand between her legs, right hand toying with her breasts.

Her fingers disappear inside her and come back out again, wet and glistening and she begins spreading it about, opening her lips and pulling back her hood.

My head is whipping back and forth between watching the road and stealing looks at her.

Leaving her left hand working her clit, she moves her right back up to her breasts where she pinches and pulls her nipples, stretching her breasts out from her chest. Sighs and light moans escape her, but she is generally quiet. I feel a bit like a voyeur.

Her feet raise up off the dashboard as her hands move frantically across her mons. Apart from the light moans and sighs, the car is silent, but I can literally feel her arousal building in the space separating us.

She stiffens, her feet pressing back onto the dashboard. Her pelvis raises from the seat as she climaxes, trembling and silent, so different than the roaring amazon in the parking lot or the chatty blow job gal.

She sags back down into the seat and slowly massages herself, open palms running up and down her body.

It's tender and private and I wait, leaving her to break the silence.

It's a long time coming. We finally leave the vast darkness of Camp Pendleton and hit the suburban lights of San Clemente and continue moving up the coast past the affluent beach communities.

She finally brings her feet to the floor and then adjusts her seat to a more upright position.

"That was nice, thanks for just leaving me alone for that. Now you can go ahead and tell me how incredible I was." She laughs.

"Well, you were."

"Well you set a pretty high bar back in the parking lot. And the way you were anal hooking me while I sucked you........... we need to talk about where you learned that. Wow! This is not how I expected the evening to turn out."

Traffic is picking up and she helps me get my pants back up over my knees and finally under my butt. The rest will have to wait til I have stopped the car, but at least I feel like a legal and responsible driver once again. She pulls on her t shirt and wriggles into her skirt both still very damp.

She reaches across, pulls my hand from the steering wheel. She gently holds it in hers and finds a place on the console comfortable for both of us, letting them rest there. The miles roll by in silence.

I speak first this time.

"You were right. My sobriety is a lame excuse for not being receptive to whatever signals you were giving me. And it was really fucked up of me to accuse you of using me for passes. I thought you were rejecting me and that was my way of striking back."

"Rejecting you? Oh, Tim, I had been waiting for you to do a lot more than suck my fingers. And you missed my reference to being strapped down as that was one of my major masturbation fantasies with you."

"You too? I can't believe how out of synch we have been. We have done a miserable job of communicating our desires up until tonight."

"I think we need to do a bit more exploration together as there are probably some closeted kinks that we could both let out. How about we spend the rest of the weekend together and see where it goes? I mean, this was all pretty wild, but I have more to share with you and have a hunch you do too."

"I'm game."

"It's settled then. I usually don't like sex partners to sleep over, but there has been nothing usual about tonight, so why start now? Will you stay with me tonight? No more sex, I am wrung out, but I like you and you keep surprising me, which is super fun! When do you have to get rid of this silly male fantasy date car?"

"I'm supposed to return it by noon."

"Great, afterwards we can play all day and night Saturday and then see what Sunday brings."

She puts her elbow on the console and leans over and kisses me on the cheek.

"You're really a sweet guy under that cold, distant thing you do. Thanks for a very interesting date."

She lays her head on my shoulder and keeps it there until we exit at La Cienega.