Here's the next episode of the Pen-Pal Series. Short, but very sweet! Enjoy. -Becca
“I get to choose this time,” she demanded.
“But I already had a great one picked out,” her pen-pal complained.
“That’s just too bad. You got to pick the last two. I demand equality!”
“Alright, alright. I can’t argue with that. What did you have in mind?”
“Is the weather there nice enough for that one?”
“Yup! The forecast is clear and sunny skies for the weekend.”
“Fair enough. I’ll see you when I fly in.”
The third of their trysts started out similarly to the others. The thrill of seeing one another again … him crushing her against her car with a passionate embrace … glares from the airport security …
Not that she minded the glares. They were well worth it.
It was mid-day. A bit too early to get the festivities started, but she thought it would be nice to delay her gratification.
They decided to eat first. They would need the strength.
They went to a salad place in downtown, deciding that preceding the night’s activities with a heavy meal was not the best strategy.
“So, tell me honestly, how was last month’s adventure for you?”
“Honestly, much hotter than I was expecting. I’ve actually slept with a few men since then.”
As he reminisced, his gaze became soft and his cheeks flushed with arousal.
As she watched this, the familiar twinge of wetness made it’s presence between her legs and her cheeks flushed as well.
He caressed her thigh under the table, furthering the wet progress being made and she took in a deep appreciative breath.
“Thank you for sharing that with me. It’s incredibly hot to know a whole new avenue of sexual expression has been opened for you. And hot to think about. Bonus!”
Their laughter filled the restaurant and they met each others eyes with deep nostalgic smiles of their previous tryst.
Her wetness continued to increase throughout the meal as they chatted, and she could see he was trying very hard to keep himself only half-erect throughout their conversations.
As they got up to leave, she contemplated making that situation worse, but decided to wait until they went back to her car.
The beginning of the drive was filled with an unspoken tension. This would be their first truly public experience, and they were both a bit apprehensive.
As they reached the base of the mountain, she wanted to help relieve the tension, so she reached out to his thigh and caressed it.
“It’s going to be just fine. After the sunset, most people leave.”
As her little car climbed the mountain, she moved her hand higher and higher up his thigh.
Although she needed to keep her eyes on the road, she could see his cock twitch out of the corner of her eye.
Her breathing deepened and she didn’t know how easy it would be to hold out once they got to the top.
He grabbed her hand and placed it on his now fully erect penis, and she could do nothing else but stroke it.
She could feel the upward curve through his slacks and smiled as his head leaned back against the head rest and small moans of approval escaped his lips.
One hand stroking the wheel, the other stroking his cock, they made their way to the top of the mountain.
She parked the car in the parking lot above the main one, so as to afford some privacy.
“Take your dick out. Now,” She ordered.
Being the good boy he was, he unzipped his fly and pulled his engorged cock out of the hole in his boxers.
He started to stroke his rigid manhood, but she slapped his hand away.
“Your attention is needed elsewhere.”
He stared at her, puzzled. With her right hand, she took control of his cock. With her left, she grabbed his hand and placed it under her skirt.
“Got it?” She asked.
He nodded in approval, and decided to tease her for being bossy. He started by stroking her inner thigh. His hands on her bare skin radiated signals up to her cunt, and she could feel her clit respond. She had been wet since he arrived and she could feel moisture pooling, ready to drip.
As he teased her by not immediately plunging his fingers into her waiting wetness, she masterfully handled his dick. She put firm pressure around his shaft, and focusing her fingers on the seam on the underside of his cock. When her hands arrived at his head, she ran her fingers back and forth in a fan over the head. His breath hitched as each finger slowly arrived and then left the head of his cock.
With each progressive stroke, his hands moved closer to her dripping pussy. She realized it was the key to getting what she wanted. So she sped up, just a bit. Not enough to get him off, but enough to speed his progress. As his deep breathing increased, his hand moved closer and closer. She sped up a little more, and his hand hovered at the precipice.
She could feel the warmth from his hand on her pussy lips. She wanted him to plunge his talented fingers into her, filling her up. She wanted to feel the motion as he fucked her with them. She wanted to be able to clamp her PC muscles around his fingers, giving him a preview of the treat his cock was in for later.
He. Just. Hovered.
No matter how she altered her stroke … no matter how she changed her pace … his fingers just hovered, near the entrance of her vagina. She was frustrated and furious and unbelievably turned on all the same time.
When she was beginning to give up hope, he plunged one finger into her.
‘You’re so wet. It’s incredible.”
But instead of proceeding to fuck her with his wonderful fingers, he used the wetness on her vulva. He traced her vulva lips, stopping at the top to give her ridiculously hard clit attention. It felt amazing. She was okay that he had not decided to go straight for the digital penetration … no matter how much she still wanted it.
As he traced letters and numbers and poems onto her vulva, she conducted a symphony on his cock. Their breath quickened in time and although they weren’t looking at one another, they were in perfect harmony.
They both looked out onto the incredible view of the city below them. The suns rays, now obliquely kissing the houses and high rises, made what they were witnessing absolutely breathtaking. The lower the sun got the more vigorous their collective efforts became. As the sun made its final descent behind the horizon, he muttered, “Simply Beautiful.”
She smiled and was startled to see he was looking at her. Her cheeks flushed at his pointed attention. Before she could respond he pressed his lips to hers and plunged his fingers into her.
Her hips ground into them, and she kissed him with renewed fervor. Their tongues wrestled in their mouths and their hands increased in pace.
At one point he gave up on his own pleasure, and pinned her against the driver’s side window. The fog that had accumulated on the windows was disrupted and the condensation pooled where her body disrupted it.
He placed one hand roughly on her tit and pinched her nipple through her shirt and bra. His fingers disappeared back into her. As her body was super turned-on, her G-Spot was nice and full, making it easy for him to find. Having talked to her extensively about the G-Spot, he applied firm upward pressure while stroking it back and forth.
She cried out in ecstasy. It felt so amazing she had to shut her eyes to keep from feeling dizzy. The grunts of his effort wafted up to her ears, and her hips rocked in rhythm with the thrusts of his fingers. She moaned with approval, and started to sweat with the exertion. The smell of sweat and pussy in the small car was driving her crazy and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning in a way that would get them caught. She let him finger fuck her until she could no longer wait.
He rocked back into the passenger seat, shocked by her outburst.
“Are you okay, I’m sorry, it seemed like you liked what was happening –“
“—Shutup and fuck me, right now.”
His expression changed from concern to desire as he realized why things had stopped so abruptly.
She pulled a condom and some lube out of the dashboard and applied both as quickly as she could. She pushed him back into his seat, and turned with her head over the dash.
“Be as rough as you can. Please.”
He flipped her skirt up and rammed his cock into her.
“Yes, exactly like that.”
The car rocked back and forth, and she was glad she had remembered the emergency brake. It definitely would have rolled off the edge of that parking lot had she not. He fucked her as hard as he could in the small space, and ran a hand through her hair.
He obeyed her order and ran his hands as close to her scalp as he could manage. Once he had an ample amount of hair in his hands, he pulled roughly.
Her PC muscles clamped down on his cock in response and a moan escaped both their lips. He pulled her hair and grabbed her breast with his other hand. As he pulled her hair harder, she clamped down more, and he fucked her harder and faster.
“Oh my god, your pussy is incredible. I’m gonna cum. I can’t stop it, you’re so amazing.”
“Cum, I want you to.”
With her permission he thrust a few more times, and let out a low grunt as he expended himself.
She dismounted and sat back in the driver’s seat. He took the condom off his cock and tied it in a knot.
“Where should I put this?”
“Cupholder for now. I’ll take care of it later.”
He leaned down to put the condom in the cupholder and reached toward her. He reached both arms around her waist and their kisses were slow, tentative and tender.
They kissed in the car like that for a while until he breathed into her ear ‘It’s time to get you home so we can get you off.’
Not being one to argue with such impeccable logic, she put her seatbelt on and turned on the defroster. As the windows defogged, she noticed that a car had pulled up and was rocking with a familiar tenor. She looked at him and they both smiled.
As they drove away he placed his hand under her skirt to carress her thigh. Her orgasm-deprived clit jumped to attention, and her eyes closed.
“Uh uh,” she warned, “We’ll definitely get in an accident.”
The drive home crackled with excited energy.
The orgasms she had when she got home were well worth the wait.
“Well that one was short, but very sweet.”
“They can’t all be epic. I don’t know if I could handle it if everything lasted 3,4 hours. I’m just happy we didn’t get caught. Ha!”
“Agreed. So … until the next time?”
“Yup. Oh, and I get to pick again.”
“Right, right. Demanding equality, all that. Fine.”
She knew that he was happier about her choosing then he let on. As he walked into the airport, she slapped his ass and winked at him when he turned around.
“See ya, dollface!”