My boyfriend and I went to a swanky restaurant to celebrate my birthday.

I wore a very short, tight black satin dress. It had a cowl neck, which emphasised my fantastic, plump cleavage and showed off my tattoos. My long, wavy blonde hair flowed down my back, and the look was completed with a shiny Porsche-red lip and platform heels.

We were seated in a corner booth and sat next to each other, moving closer and closer to each other as the evening went on. 

It was dimly lit in our corner and emboldened by the champagne he was caressing, rubbing and squeezing my inner thigh all through dinner, teasing at my knicker line and hiding his raging erection beneath the tablecloth.

We managed to calm ourselves enough to pay the bill, and we quickly walked back to the car hand in hand.

We made our way up to the 6th floor of the multistory carpark and walked over to our car. He clicked the alarm, but as we got to the car, he turned to me and kissed me. It was urgent, passionate and full of lust. His cock was already tenting between us.

He pushed me up against the back door of the car, still passionately kissing me, one hand snaked through my hair to the back of my head, his other hand went between my thighs, only this time he didn't stop at the knicker line. 

He curled a finger past the fabric and stroked the folds of my bare pussy and groaned into my mouth when he felt how wet I already was. His finger was stroking me, slipping into my soaking wet pussy and thumbed my clit. I wasn't sure my knees could take much more.

I noticed the security camera turning towards us and told him to stop. He didn't hear me, tho he was nuzzling and breathing deeply into my neck, slowly thrusting his groin against my hips.

The red light flashed once under the CCTV camera, and I looked straight at it. My short dress was up around my waist now, and I spread my legs. My boyfriend was curling his fingers, aiming for that sweet spot, and my wetness was beginning to spread down to my inner thighs.

The light flashed again.

I snaked my hand down, unzipped his trousers, reached inside my boyfriend's trousers and grabbed his cock, releasing it from the constraints of his underwear. 

I was pumping his cock firmly, up and down, a guttural groan let me know I was doing a good job. A pearl of precum leaked from the tip, and I smeared it into the velvety head with my thumb.

The red light flashed twice. 

I was so turned on by knowing someone was watching us, and having been teased all night, I desperately needed to fuck, so I opened the back door and pushed my boyfriend into the back seat.

I climbed in after him and straddled his lap, leaving the car door open for the CCTV audience. Two long flashes of red light were all I needed. 

I reached down and moved my lust-soaked knickers to the side, I angled my hips and slid myself down my boyfriend's cock, my hands on his shoulders. He groaned into my neck and gripped my arse tightly.

He released my big tits from the dress and was sucking one nipple hard, filling his mouth with my areola and squeezing and pinching the other nipple. The red light was permanently on us now.

I rocked my hips and gyrated up and down his big cock, grinding against him, my hands cradling his head as he paid such delicious attention to my hard, speckled pink-brown nipples.

I was so turned on, I knew I needed to cum soon. I picked up speed and stared directly at the camera.

We both began to breathe heavily as our orgasms began to rise within us. My boyfriend's hands on each arse cheek now, guiding me and pulling me into him harder and faster, his hips bucking into me.

Faster and faster we fucked, until finally we both began to cum so hard, my breath caught in my lungs, my body frozen and my pussy walls gripped and milked his cock. 

Ribbons of cum filling my pussy until we both exhaled loudly. Our bodies twitching against each other as the orgasm aftershocks gripped us slowly.

He kissed me lovingly with no idea that our performance had an audience.....