A Wish Granted Pt 03

Grant and I hadn't seen each other in awhile. Life got in the way for a few months, I moved to a new apartment farther out of town, and things just hadn't lined up for us to hang out. But it was going to be a warm summer Saturday and we were both free so we made plans to meet up in the same part of the city where we had our first date.

I knew with our tendency for exhibitionism the fact that we both lived 30 minutes away from where we were meeting wasn't going to be an obstacle to us having some fun that night. I decided to dress for ease of use (so to speak) and wear a front opening push up bra and a thong, along with a short black dress that my best friend had dubbed my "sex dress". When I wore it on a date, things tended to happen. On the hanger it looked pretty plain and innocent but when I put it on it hugged my curves and barely covered my ass. I always got a lot of attention in that dress but I particularly wanted to get Grant's attention after a long time since we had seen each other.

I pulled into the gravel parking lot of the tea shop we were meeting at and found a somewhat secluded spot in the back. My stomach flipped over a bit as I waited for just a minute before a car pulled up next to me. Grant looked over at me from the driver's seat with his signature smile, something like a cross between a smirk and a knowing look. I had never seen him dressed so casually, in shorts, a tank top, and sunglasses, but he still looked fantastic. As I got out of my car he took several long strides to meet me in between our cars, scooping me up and holding me against him. He leaned back against his car, bringing his 6' 4" frame down to my level. As he pulled me to him our legs interlocked and he laced a hand up into my strawberry blonde hair. He tightened his hold on my hair, pulling it slightly, and I involuntarily moved my head back. He moved his face into the space above my collarbone, kissing me there first, and sending a shiver through me that settled in my abdomen. He broke the silence with a husky whisper.

"It's so good to see you."

Running my hand through his buzzed hair, I kissed the top of his head.

"It's good to see you too, I missed you."

I breathed in deeply trying to savor his scent. He smelled like teakwood and vanilla, and the warm scent of skin in the sunshine.

He moved both his hands down to my waist and I felt his fingertips dig into my skin as he pulled me in for a kiss, finally. With all the passion that had been waiting for the past few months, he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me hungrily. I could feel my whole body flush with warmth, more than just the heat of the summer day. I knew my face and chest would be red, giving my growing arousal away to anyone who saw me.

He broke away the kiss, and leaned back, looking me over.

"You're looking well," he said, taking in the sight of me and my glow from his kiss. "I do really want to try out this tea shop but it's tempting to skip it and have some more backseat fun instead. I want to make you blush like that all over."

"Well, we can do that later," I responded. "If you think I'm letting you leave tonight before you fuck me at least once, you must not remember me very well."

His face broke into a huge grin. "No, I remember everything about you. The way your hair smells, the way your mouth feels around my cock, and the little moan you make when I slide all the way inside you. Which I will definitely do again before the night is through."

I took another deep breath as I felt the effects of his statement make their way to my pussy. I could feel a throbbing warmth there, and I rubbed my thighs together to dissipate it a bit. I wanted him so badly but I missed his company and wanted to spend some non-horizontal time with him too. I gave him a quick kiss and leaned back with my arms still wrapped around his neck. "I want to catch up with you first though, let's go get some tea and update on what we've been up to."

The tea shop was like stepping into another world, with shelves and jars of tea and herbs everywhere. It seemed like we had stepped into a witch's cottage. We ordered some tea and were led to a quiet area with barstools in the back. There wasn't anyone to bother us there so we could continue to talk and be close.

"So how's life?" Grant asked. "Are you settled in after your move?"

"Going pretty well," I sighed. "Same job, but longer commute now unfortunately. But I'm able to save a lot more now outside the city and with roommates."

"That's good," he responded. "Though I do miss your old place, it was so close to everything and no one to bother us."

"I know!" I moaned. My mind flashed back to the things we had done in my old apartment, the last time we had seen each other. "I miss it too. But hopefully that won't stop us from being able to have some fun now and then."

He put his hand on my thigh, the way he had done the night we met, and swiveled my barstool towards him. Our legs interlocked in between us. "I don't intend to let it stop us," he said as he ran his hand up and down the outside of my thigh, fingertips brushing under the hem of my dress. "Besides, neither of us are very particular about where we do it. I think we may be able to have even more fun now that we're forced to be... creative."

The barista delivered our teas and we sipped them for awhile, catching each other up on our lives. He had changed jobs, traveled a bit, and had some new roommates since we had last seen each other. I had been busy with work and moving, and adjusting to having roommates was being difficult. Today was one of the first chances I'd had to relax and enjoy myself in awhile.

Once we had finished our drinks, Grant took my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine. "You wanna get out of here?" he asked.

"Absolutely!" I had enjoyed hanging out but the sexual tension had been building in between us all night and I could not wait to see what else the night held for us. As we stood up, he continued holding my hand and led me out to his car. We climbed in the front seats and he turned towards me.

"I'm so glad we got to catch up," he said, "but looking at you this whole time, in that dress, knowing how on edge you must feel after I made you blush earlier... it was so hard not to take you right there. On the floor or over the bar even. I need you so badly right now."

I ran my hand down his body, feeling his cock under his shorts. It seemed almost painfully rigid as I pulled down his waistband and it sprang free.

"I'm glad we picked a quiet corner of this parking lot," I answered, "because I don't intend on making you wait a second longer." I bent over the center console and slipped my mouth over his waiting cock. He sighed and brushed back my hair, holding it into a makeshift ponytail. I wrapped my hands around the base of his cock, it was long enough I would never be able to fit the whole thing in my mouth, but I remembered how he liked how I alternated between sucking and jerking him off. I kept up with that pattern, paying special attention to the head, teasing the perimeter with my tongue. I could feel his hand on the top of my head gently steadying me, and moved his hips slightly, slowly fucking my mouth. I moved my hands away and nodded, signaling to him that I was okay with him going deeper. He gently pressed my head down, his cock filling my mouth and stretching my throat. The feeling of that always made my pussy wet like almost nothing else. After a few seconds of that he released the pressure on my head, and I lifted up.

"I had to stop you," he said. "If you kept that up any longer I would have cum right down your throat, and it wouldn't be right to leave you without giving you a good fucking to make up for the last few months."

"I agree!" I laughed. "I need you inside me right now. I am so wet I can hardly stand it."

Then another car pulled up next to us, and we looked around. The parking lot was getting busier, and it was still awhile before the sun would go down. "I know another parking lot," Grant suggested. "It's a few streets down, behind a church I think."

"Well, it is a Saturday, there shouldn't be anyone there!" I laughed. Grant turned on the car and reversed it out of the spot.

"I'm not forgetting about you," he said, "I'm going to make you cum before we get there. You've been a good girl, you deserve it. And I need you ready because I'm going to fuck your brains out as soon as we get in that backseat." I opened my legs and got in a good position for him to access, and he held out his hand for me to suck on his fingers and get them lubed up. Driving with his left hand, he pulled my thong aside with his right hand and ran the two fingers up and down my slit, finding my clit and giving it attention until we got to the first stoplight. My eyes fluttered closed as he slid down and inserted first one finger, then another inside me. I had forgotten just how good his long fingers felt rubbing inside, finding my g-spot and bringing me to the edge very quickly.

"Don't be shy," he commanded, "cum for me and I want to hear you moan." I felt my pussy begin to spasm around his fingers, and I involuntarily moaned and thrusted my hips forward in the seat. When I opened my eyes I had almost forgotten we were in a moving car, but he had maneuvered us to the parking lot, next to the church bus where we could have a bit more privacy. We climbed into the backseat and tried to figure out positioning without much success for a minute until I suggested that I get on top and ride him. He lay down in the seat and I climbed on, pulling my thong aside again and rubbed his cock in between my pussy lips, leaning forward and kissing him. He ran his hands down my sides and lifted my skirt, gripping my hips and rolling his to grind against me. I liked being on top, it let me tease to my heart's content, and be in control of when I finally let his cock in. I was also very glad since the last time we had sex I had gotten on birth control, I could feel him raw for the first time. I shifted my hips and lined the head of his cock up with my opening. He surprised me by pushing down on my hips, and his cock filled me to the hilt with the first stroke. We both moaned in sync and my pussy tightened around him. I gripped the seats with both hands and braced myself as he thrust into me from below. In between strokes, I rocked my hips so he would hit all the sensitive spots inside.

"Fuck, you feel amazing! God I've missed this," he said.

"Oh my god, fuck you're going so deep!" I moaned as I clenched his shirt. He raised a hand off my hip to my collarbone, lightly applying pressure and reminding me even though I was on top, he was still in control of every movement.

"How does it make you feel, knowing that any moment the pastor might come out and see you riding me in the backseat?" My pussy gushed at the thought of us being caught. I was raised religious, so I had felt a bit guilty at fucking someone in a church parking lot, but the hotness of the situation was overcoming the logical part of my brain.

"It feels fucking hot! We better be careful so no one hears us though."

"If there's anyone around there's no helping it, they're going to hear you when I make you cum. You're not the type to keep quiet," he said, grabbing me by the hips again. I braced myself on the car door above his head as he delivered several determined strokes that hit right in my g-spot. This sent me spiraling into an orgasm, my pussy rhythmically clenching around him, releasing a flood of wetness and, sure enough, I couldn't keep quiet. I moaned "Oh my god" and my thighs started trembling. Feeling me cum around his cock plus the fact that he was fucking me raw for the first time sent Grant into overdrive too, and I soon felt his hot cum spurting up into me. He pulled me down to his chest as he completed his last few thrusts, and we lay like that for a moment, with him still inside of me.

I sat up and glanced around the parking lot covertly.

"I don't think anyone saw us but there add a couple of cars over there, the pastor could be here working on his sermon or something. Let's get out of here."

"It's been a really long time since I have felt anything like that. You're amazing."

I clenched my pussy to keep the cum from spilling out as I slid up off of him. Tucking my thong back in place to try to stem the tide, I leaned up and cleaned his cock off with my mouth. His cum always tasted clean and healthy, if that was possible. My thong couldn't hold everything though, and I felt our combined fluids leaking down my legs. There wasn't much I could do about it though. We crawled back into the front seats and headed back to where my car had been parked. He parked next to me and we stood between our cars to say our goodbyes.

"I wish we had more time and more space than the backseat but I will take what I can get." he said, biting his lip.

"I know. My roommates will be out of town next week, do you want to come see my place?"

"That sounds perfect."