He's 6'3” with a big cock. I'm 5'3” with a big butt. I'm truly amazed that he managed to fuck me in the front seat of his car. He booty-called me at 3:am and since neither of us could host, we decided to meet in a dark parking lot for some vehicular shenanigans. This was our second encounter; the first time was him hosting at his place whilst the family (parents, not wife and kids) was away. We were ensconced in shabby chic, complete with cabbage roses, Victorian knick-knacks, and family photos in tarnished silver frames. We fucked on comfy white chaise longue upon which I would've loved to nap. He's such a nice, personable dude, that I was surprised at his sexual dominance. He's a head pusher. Normally I hate that and don't allow it, but for some reason I let him. He pushed my head down as he thrust his cock up, nearly choking me. I know I was scraping him with my teeth but hey, if you're gonna be a head pusher, you might be getting teeth. He didn't seem to mind.
I would've been happy to let him cum then and there, but he wanted to make sure I was feeling good too. I directed him to my nipples and he suckled them nicely while his hand burrowed between my legs and he found my clit straightaway. I was getting wetter and wetter and he asked me what I wanted. “Put your fingers in me”, I whispered. He finger fucked me to a small climax then asked if I wanted his cock. I really wasn't thinking we could fuck in a car but I needed that cock. I told him, “If you can pull this off, I'll be very impressed”. Well, he pulled it off and I was very impressed. His dominant side reemerged when I became a bit too vocal (we were in a public place, after all) and he put his hand over my mouth and kept it there for the duration. It was a bruising force but my submissive side found it rather exciting. If someone had come upon us at that moment, he probably would've been ordered to exit the vehicle with his hands in the air. Luckily, no one happened upon us.
“Do you want me to cum?”, he panted.
“Mmuhm”, I responded beneath the hand over my mouth. As he came, I had a fleeting moment to wonder if he'd used a condom. Earlier, he'd said he would but in the heat of the moment sometimes those promises fly out the window. I was relieved to see that indeed, he had used a condom. “That was my first time getting fucked in a car”, I mused, “I don't count the time I was half in, half out of my truck”. And I guess that time I was reclined in the backseat and that guy did me from the open cardoor doesn't count either. Oops, and then I remembered Arthur and David. Ok, so I had been fucked in a car before. But this one was the best.
When I got home, he'd sent a thank-you text. I so love a guy who was raised right.