It was a given you'd come over to the table just as I finally gave up waiting, standing and gathering up my things. I'd sat there, watching the door, perched on the stool, keeping the requisite posture so my tits are out on full display, the silky purple fabric of the wrap dress gathers in the deep valley of cleavage, crossed legs show off nude seamed stockings and above them, a hint of the smooth bare skin and garters. It also figures that you're about His height, but bigger build; God, you're even dressed like Him in a dark suit and tie over a crisp white shirt, but similarities end there. You're not Him, and right now, you'll have to do.
Gulping the last of my drink that managed to last the whole agonizing hour, I then turned, looking up into your tanned face and brown eyes, grabbed the dark tie and pulled you along to exit to the outside. No words said, high heels clacking angrily across the parking lot to the silver Mercedes parked under leafy trees that cast some shadows from the bright overhead lights. Pulling you around, I push your chest to sit you on the hood and quickly nestle and spread inside hard thighs, reaching my lips up to yours, feasting. Not skipping a beat, one of your thick hands grabs and squeezes firmly on a full ass cheek, the other snakes in through long red hair, helping tilt back my mouth to devour it.
In minutes, while unbuttoning and untucking the white shirt, my teeth and lips explore your neck and earlobe, they may leave marks like I do to Him. It was easy for you to figure out that one pull of the dress's built-in belt unwraps me like a present, confirming your hand's guess that there's no panties (The rule is: "No panties ever with a dress.") There is, however, a matching set of a sheer, striped black bra and garter belt; although, after tonight's no-show, I think, "WTF do I wear these things?"
The night air cools on my skin and bared pussy, both of which glisten with moisture; anticipating a man's fingers inside gets me wet every time, and this is no exception; soft and quick panting fills the air, as the hardness hiding in the trousers is rubbed and gripped, I crave this. You turn me around, holding and pulling the sleeves inside out as my body is fully exposed to anyone watching, and toss the dress on the silver hood next to you; experienced fingers easily unhook the bra, pushing it off to fall onto the black asphalt.
Roughly pulled back against your body and poking cock, the material scratching my ass and back, my chin and throat supported by one strong hand, the other reaches out and down with fingers extended, to hook just inside my pussy and pelvic bone, palm pressing up into a swollen clit, pulling tight. I cry out, "Yes! Fill me up!"
Your deep voice rumbles in my ear, as you oblige and start three fingers fucking and sloshing in my wet hole, "This is what you needed, didn't you? Showing it off in there, crossing and uncrossing those sexy legs, you were wet just waiting for him, weren't you?"
"Yes!" I hiss out, "I was so ready and wet for Him, yes!" I grip your thighs to press down and against the hand filling me, squeezing and clenching around the thick digits.
Too soon, they're gone and I’m emptied, but have moved to tease and rub inside my ass crack and star, it clenches in response. "Seems like something is missing. Where is it? Cause I'm positive you wear one for Him," demanding answers while turning me to face you, keeping wet fingers reaching behind to tease my ass.
"My purse, in the side zip," I clarify. As you pick it up, unzip the pocket and pull it out, I keep explaining for some reason, "He likes me to show it to Him first, then go in the bathroom to put it in, then send a photo to Him as proof." My voice trembles slightly at the end, as I recall how I ended up here, fucking a stranger.
You hold it up, gleaming silver even in the shadowed lights, big and bulbous, containing a jewel that's the same color as the discarded dress. My mouth opens to say more when you shove it in between my lips that automatically start to suck, self-pacifying from the anger and frustration of this evening. You stand and move us so I'm now splayed back across the car, telling me to spread and hold my ankles and feet up; quickly you unzip, releasing a hard cock pointing right at me, and my mouth keeps rhythmically sucking the plug, watching and waiting.
Pushing hands against my knees, the tip and first two inches of shaft press against my wet slit as you lean over to suck and bite each nipple; I'm working to push my pelvis up into you, so your hardness can drag through me and over my swollen clit, again and again. The plug impedes my speech only a little when I start begging for a fucking; my glistening body bared as you stand up upright; eyes focused on where your leaking head joins and splits my soaked lips and folds.
Holding out your hand, you bark, "Gimme! I want to see this ass filled." Immediately, I spit it out, handing it over, feeling my ass clench again in anticipation of being full. No time wasted, the entrance is stretched by the plug's widest part, and you wait and hold it there several seconds, pull it back a bit, listening to my low groans, “Oh God!” then firmly push it in without pause, until the hole pops around, securing it tight in place.
Without preamble, that steely cock pumps into me hard and deep, splitting me, stopped only when the balls hit the purple jewel, and I scream out, "Fuck! So fucking big!" You're in me fully, not as deep as Him, but just as thick, stretching me for you. Each thrust bounces my tits, and I focus on squeezing pussy walls around you, making it tight; my hand reaches to start rubbing my clit, and closing my eyes, I soon make myself cum, thinking about Him while it's you rutting into me.
You're quite pleased with yourself and my cum, but pull out, telling me, "Time to finish this." I get yanked up to standing, then bent over like a dog, plugged ass facing you, balancing on my hands and strappy heels. You continue your guessing, "Just like He would've finished you, isn't that right? Fucking you here, that was always the plan, wasn't it? Not even a hotel room? Just on top of a car in a parking lot?"
My pussy gushes thinking about last time with Him, parked over by the dumpster that time; I clench and groan, you've correctly concluded this was always where I was gonna be, naked and getting fucked in public, jeweled ass on display, body jiggling as it gets rammed and used.
I stuff my own fist in my mouth to quiet me as the second cum hits, twisting with spasms; feel you pull out, groaning to cover my ass and back with a hot cum load. My body remains still and face down as we both quiet ourselves. I can only hear our breaths, then a zipper and shuffling; I'm surprised then, when my hair is yanked and face pulled up to unlock the phone in your hand. Released abruptly, my head falls back down to rest a sweaty cheek on the cool metal hood; another click sound accompanied by a flash that temporarily blinds me, and the phone’s weight is set to rest on top of the cum covered curve of my back and ass.
"Send him that proof and see if he dicks you around again. Good luck, sexy lady, and thank you."
