The Affair You Wish You Had: Car

Here's what happened the time the planets aligned... and I surprised you with a sexy secret.

You look too good today. I can't concentrate on work. I can't even look at you directly, if I'm honest. The feeling seems to be mutual. I sense your eyes on me throughout the morning as I move around the office. I have a feeling my outfit is to blame. Black leather cropped jacket over skintight black turtleneck. Black leather high-heeled boots. Ladylike cream silk skirt. Sheer black stockings. Red lipstick. By now we're experts in this kind of slow burn, the teasing hands-free foreplay that lasts for hours.

Today is different though. Today we have a legitimate reason to get out of the office together. One hour. A little errand. In the elevator down to the carpark, I'm finally close enough to inhale your smell. Instant arousal hits me. The air is electric between us.

I drive. Your hand is on my leg before we've even turned off our street onto the highway. My eyes should be stuck to the road but I risk a quick glance at your lap. Mmm. Your hard-on bulges down your pants leg already, and you haven't even found my surprise yet. As we cruise along the highway, your hand slips higher up my thigh, outside my silk skirt, until you stop. You've finally felt what I'm wearing underneath. Your eyes widen.

"Oh. What's going on here?" you ask.

Your voice is hoarse with lust. It sends a thrill through me. I love to keep you guessing. You slide my skirt up my stockinged legs. I'm slippery, inside and out. When you see the lace-edged top of my thigh-high stockings, clipped into the thin black straps of my garter belt, you moan. Your arousal ratchets up my own. My pussy is on fire, flooded with juiciness. Just how you like it. I haven't seen you this turned on in weeks.

You rub your hands over the straps, fingers exploring my thighs. Tingles run up my legs to my clit. Oh god. I'm going to kill us both if you touch me like this while I'm driving. Luckily - unluckily - though, we're here. I turn the car into the carpark of our destination. I pull into the furthest car space, my heart hammering in my chest. I turn the engine off and face you. We stare at each other for a beat. Pure lust is written on your face, and no doubt mine too. I put my hand down and firmly, but gently squeeze your cock. I trace the outline of it with one fingernail. I stare into your eyes. I want it. I want it in me, everywhere, all at once, right now. I want to feel the tip of your cock graze the back of my throat as I swallow as much cum as you can pour into me. I want to feel your tongue between my legs, hands holding me spread-eagled as you feast. But this carpark is too crowded. There are cars and pedestrians just metres away. I pull my hand back and unbuckle my seatbelt.

Reluctantly, we go into the big box store to collect the parcel we've come for. As we walk the aisles, I can almost see you thinking. You're looking around and I know you're scanning for a bathroom or a storeroom. Anywhere private that you can take me. I read you like a book but you're out of options today.

We make the drive back to work in record time. I'm so lust-drunk I can hardly remember the route. I pull into our building's carpark. It's underground, dimly lit. I drive us down to the bottom level, the furthest-flung spot. There's no one around. I turn the car off. We unclip our belts.

We look at each other. It's almost painful how much I want you. My pussy throbs. You put your hand on my lap again. I know you want one more look. You slowly draw the silky fabric up my leg until my stockings and suspender belt is on display.

"Fuck", you say. I close my eyes. You twist around, lean over and lower your head into my lap. I feel your warm breath on my bare thighs. Your teeth graze the strap of my suspenders. You kiss the top of my thighs, then the top of my steamy slit through my lace g-string. Oh Jesus. I'll come without you really even touching me if this goes on much longer.

"These are incredible," you say.

"And you haven't even seen the reverse view," I reply. I know what you like.

I pull my skirt up even higher and wriggle around so my ass, black straps running down each round cheek, is in your view. You moan and reach out for me. I take an elasticised strap in one hand, pull it out a few inches and let go. It snaps back, stinging my skin slightly.

"You can do it. You won't hurt me", I breathe. I don't care if you do.

You don't need told twice. You pull the strap dividing my left cheek and release it. It's a little harder than when I did it. It turns me on. You slap my ass, firmly but not enough to hurt. I can feel you're getting crazy turned on. I arch my back and look at you over my shoulder. Your hard-on is epic, your cock dying to get out of your pants.

I have an idea. This carpark really is deserted. It's risky, but I don't give a fuck right now.

I pull my skirt down and open the car door. I casually saunter to the boot of my SUV and open it. You open your door and walk to the back. You stand behind me, a few inches away. It feels vaguely ominous, thrilling. I like the feeling that you could do anything you wanted, and I'd be powerless. You take a step closer. I can feel the warm bulk of you behind me, then we're touching. You press your hot, rock-hard erection into my ass and groan.

All of a sudden, you lift my skirt up, lean down and bite me on each ass cheek. You hold onto the black lace waistband of my suspenders. Holy shit. I didn't know I could even get this turned on. You straighten up and I hear your fly unzipping. Are we really going to do this in our work carpark? The way the door of the boot is angled, no one could see us even if they came to this dimly lit bottom level. Fuck it.

You reach your hand down and yank aside my panties. You plunge a few fingers into me and I moan. I know you love how wet I always am for you. I can't help it. I only need to smell you, or make eye contact in a meeting to get wet. It's like a conditioned reflex by now.

With your free hand you grab my hips and bend me forward. I hear you tearing open a condom packet. You must have had one in your pocket. I brace my hands on the floor of the boot as you smoothly slide into me. You fill me up. Goddamn you feel good. You gently push my chest towards the floor of the boot so I'm at a 45 degree angle. It gives you better leverage and you use it. You're balls deep in me, slowly but firmly sliding in and out of my slick hole. One hand reaches between my legs and gently teases my clit. Oh shit. I'm in trouble. There's no way I'm going to last more than a few minutes of this. The angle is so intense, so deep.

Your pace quickens. You slam into me, balls slapping my pussy, one hand holding me in position and one hand on my clit, rubbing harder now. Your dick hits that sweet spot way inside and I swear nothing has ever felt so good. I feel your thighs against the back of my legs. We fit together like puzzle pieces. When I come I see stars but manage to keep my mouth shut. You come a second later with a suppressed moan. I feel your cock spasming in me as you blow your load, shuddering. You give the straps on my suspenders a last snap as you pull out of me. You smooth my skirt down over my ass as I stand up. I hear you laughing softly under your breathe at the fucking audacity of us. This crazy attraction that makes us lose our minds, time and again.

It's the affair you wish you had, and it's only getting hotter, and dirtier.. so stay tuned.