The restaurant owner interrupts our dinner, asking if we enjoyed the meal. Julien chats politely. We head out. Night has fallen. The parking lot is pitch black. Streetlight barely cuts the dark. Cool air slips under my dress, teasing my bare pussy. No panties—his silk ball stuffed in his pocket. Perverse thrill hits me.
At my car, I bend to fumble the key in the lock. Darkness makes it hard. Julien presses behind me. Too close. Vulnerable. Bent over, ass out. My heart pounds. I’ve gone too far.
Shadows and Rising Heat
His hand lands on my thigh. I freeze. Pulse races. Body betrays me—wet already. Hand grows bold. Hot palm slides up, skin burning. Fingers check: access free, pussy exposed. Three months since Gérôme. No dick, just solo rubs. Now, starving.
Two hands now. Up my back, to sensitive skin at my waist. Shivers ripple to my neck. He grinds hard against my ass. I arch back. Submit. Need this fuck bad. Shame gone, lust rules.
Panic spikes. Anyone could see. I jerk to pull away. He grabs me. Unhooks my bra. Breasts tingle under his touch. He owns me. Public? Forgotten. His right hand dips, returns with hot, hard cock pulsing on my cheeks.
Defeated, legs spread. Dripping slit invites him. He teases the entrance. Stays there, at my flaming lips. Torturing. I can’t wait. Push back. Impale slow on his shaft. Filled. I cry out, satisfied.
He pulls almost out, slams deep. Hits my soaked core. Hands grip the convertible’s canvas top. Pleasure waves crash. Nearby street cars roar, muffling my moans. He pounds harder. Hands on hips. Teeth nip my neck. Hot breath shivers me.
Orgasm builds fast. He doesn’t slow. Frenzied thrusts. Cock swells. I bite my fist. No screams. Then it hits—explodes in my gut. Muscles clench around him. I cum wild. He roars, floods me with seed.
We freeze, locked. Prolong it. He pulls out. I spin, devour his mouth. He hugs tight. Bliss. But time to go. I break free, slide into the car.
“Gotta go.”
“Coming back?”
Savage Thrusts Against the Car
“No. But never forget.”
Eyes lock one last time. Engine roars. I peel out onto the highway. Slow drive. Happy. Inhibitions crushed. Epic adventure.
Late at L’Ermitage. Fear waking Marie-Rose fades—light glows. She opens the door, warm hug.
“Car trouble?”
“Yeah, found a garage…”
Lie flows easy. Lost in town, waited for fix. Breeze hits thighs—reminds me: still bottomless. Cum leaks.
“Exhausted. Bed now.”
“Room ready. Congrats on promotion!”
“Dad blabbed?”
Quick chat on marketing chief gig. She helps with bags. Mentions Isabelle there. Old friend. Joy sparks. But sleep evades. Julien haunts. Crave his arms. Never again? Torments me.