"Fuck meee!" Susana pressed her feet hard against the roof of the car, bracing herself as Peter pounded away at her pulsating pussy. "Yes! Yesss! Fuck me. Harder. HARDER. Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK me, get it in, push it, push it in, push, push, yes, yesss, YESSS . . . Ohhh, fuuuck YESSS!"
She arched her back on the laid-back seat and whinnied as his plunging cock drove her once again to the point of climax and beyond. She flung her arms over her head, jammed her hands under the squab of the back seat and pushed back against his relentless hammering. "Yes," she panted. "Yes, ohhh, yesss."
*******
Susana had decided more than two weeks earlier that she had to have him, and it had taken her this long to get him alone. In that time, he had become an obsession with her. She was bored with life in this strange city, this strange country, where, as the expatriate wife of an expatriate contract worker there was little for her to do except supervise the housemaid, shop and hang out at the club, usually with other bored expat wives. A couple of times a month, a group of them would descend on a hotel disco where they would dance a lot, drink rather more than was prudent, and flirt with the local male talent.
Neil would be waiting up for her when she got home and she'd tease him with elaborate tales of how this guy or that had tried to pick her up. That always turned him on, and they'd spend the rest of the night screwing, acting out their fantasies of what might have happened if she'd accepted one of the offers. She never did — she'd seen the mess that some of the other women got into when they cheated on their husbands and she had no intention of being unfaithful to Neil.
But then she met Peter, and her hormones got the better of her. He was big, and brown, and beautiful, and she sensed it would be a mistake to mention him to Neil. More and more frequently she caught herself daydreaming about him, imagining his body pressed to hers, his lips teasing her breasts, his cock drilling into her. Some days she spent hours lost in fantasies about him.
She masturbated constantly, often unconsciously, rubbing her crotch against the backs of chairs and the corners of tables, caressing herself in the shower and revelling in the feel of warm water coursing down her belly and between her legs. Even in the car, she found a way of keeping up the tension, clenching and unclenching the muscles in her buttocks and thighs as she drove. After one such episode on the way to the supermarket, she couldn't get out of the car and had to drive home again to change; there was a large wet patch on the back of her skirt.
Waking from erotic dreams in the early hours of the morning, while Neil slept beside her in their king-size bed, she sought release in finger-fucking, surreptitiously driving herself to silent and unsatisfying orgasm after orgasm. None of it helped. The worst of it was that Peter seemed indifferent to her obvious infatuation, paying as much attention to her friends as he did to her and showing no sign of being interested in more than a few dances, a few drinks and the usual nightclub chat. Susana began to doubt her own desirability.
Finally, in desperation, she told him she wanted an evening alone with him, without any of his friends or hers, and he agreed, with some amusement, that she could pick him up from work and they could go out together. Susana was elated. It didn't matter that he seemed to have no thoughts of crossing the line separating friend from lover. She had to have him as a lover, and tonight she was going to make sure she did.
He was working late, and it was almost nine o'clock when she picked him up. She had spent almost three hours getting ready, discarding one outfit after another and finally going back through the pile to settle on a full-skirted blue dress that he had once said he liked. The scent of his aftershave wafted over her as he settled into the seat beside her, and involuntarily she raised her left hand and touched him lightly on the cheek.
"You smell good enough to eat," she said, blushed with the sudden erotic image that presented to her, and put the car in gear. "Where to?" she asked.
He didn't know. They drove around aimlessly for a while, considering one place after another, Susana rejecting each in turn because they were likely to run into friends and defeat her whole purpose. She agreed she was hungry, and at length, they settled on a takeaway meal, drove to the beach and parked, made small talk while they ate in the car.
When they finished, he gathered up the containers and got out to dump them in the bin. Susana took a deep breath, slid her seat back, then clambered over to the seat he had just vacated. "Get in the other side," she said when he returned. As he settled behind the wheel she turned towards him and placed a hand on his thigh. "I want you," she said. "Here. Now."
She leaned closer, pulled his head towards her, kissed him on the forehead and then, clumsily, on the lips. "Please," she said. "I need it now." She kissed him again, slipped her hand from the top of his thigh to brush her fingers against the front of his pants, and was encouraged to discover that he had the beginnings of an erection.