He spares no expense. Limousine. Nicest restaurant in town. He can't seem to focus on the meal though, or the conversation. Throughout dinner, he's either staring at me or rubbing my leg under the table.
By the time we're in the limo again, he's all over me. I try to push his hand off of my thigh, but his grip is tight. I can taste the remnants of wine on his tongue as he leans in to kiss me.
“Anders,” I say his name as he reaches behind me and unzips my dress. “Not here.” I can't believe he's trying to take my dress off in the limo. The windows are tinted, but the limo driver can see us.
“I need you now,” he moans into me, not even taking pause from my protest.
I feel extremely nervous, but also excited. I've never had sex in public before. Is this even considered public, being in the seclusion of the vehicle. I glance out the window and see cars passing by. Everyone is so focused on their commute. Not us though. We're more focused on each other. Or he's focused on me. I'm just all nerves.
He grabs the straps of my dress and pulls them over my shoulders, causing my breasts to spill out. A blush crosses my cheeks as I look toward the front of the limo and see the driver staring at us from the rear-view mirror. Part of me wants to cover myself, but a deeper part of me wants him to see. To have a taste of what he can't have.
“Anders,” I gasp as he draws one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks fervently. Tiny pulses of pleasure assault my clit, making me far less resistant than I was before. One of his hands reaches up to grope my other breast, fondling the pliable flesh. I decide to sit back and enjoy the ride, relishing in the ecstasy of his hot mouth on my sensitive skin as he moves from one breast to the other.
“I love your tits,” he whispers before burying his face between them. I rake my fingers through his hair affectionately.
“I think they love you too,” I giggle, feeling the two glasses of wine I had at dinner making me bolder. “Now show me how much your body enjoys my tits.” I grope at his crotch. His cock is straining against his slacks. I clumsily trace the outline of it with my fingertips.
“Take it out and see,” he challenges me.
Challenge accepted. I fumble with his pants until I have his full swollen member exposed. My hand works lazily up and down his length while he continues to lavish affection on my breasts.
“I can't wait til we get home,” he mumbles against me.
“I know,” I reply sympathetically, hooking one of my legs over his and leaning into him. He can never wait. The man needs sex more than he needs oxygen, it seems.
“We didn't order dessert.” He sits up suddenly, lightly stroking my back while he looks into my eyes. A smirk crosses my face. Here's where he makes some joke about a banana cream pie or something. I wait for it, but instead of saying anything, he drops to his knees and pulls off my panties. It takes everything in me not to fall into a giggling fit, though I don't know why. Stupid alcohol.
When he has my panties off, he crawls back up on the seat and hikes my dress all the way up to my stomach. My eyes keep darting to the rear-view mirror. The driver isn't shy about watching us. He stares directly at me as if he could eye fuck me to death.
“Scoot down,” Anders instructs, and I obey. He presses my thighs open so that my pussy is completely exposed. I lean my head back, unable to watch the limo driver anymore. I can't believe we're doing this.
Anders wraps his arm around my thigh, pulling my pussy lips apart with both hands before he plunges his tongue inside of me. I groan shamelessly as he teases my clit with his index finger before dipping down to draw it into his mouth. The suction makes me cry out from the intense feelings that are rolling through me.
“Oh my God.” My voice is so erotic, it's almost unrecognizable.
“I'm going to eat you until you come on my face,” he breaths into me before sliding his slick tongue around my core. I put my hand on the back of his head and push him down while I buck up into his mouth. The feeling of his lips nibbling on me is absolutely exquisite. Pleasure courses through me as he sucks and licks me to completion, deftly using his tongue to massage my clit into a frenzy of contractions.
When he finally comes up for air, I readjust myself and lean over to take his cock between my breasts. This is the first time I've ever done anything like this, but I'm feeling brave and kind of hoping it will be enough to satisfy him until we get back home. Having sex in front of a stranger feels forbidden.
Anders looks completely surprised when I wrap my tits around his length, but he quickly relaxes, leaning back and enjoying the feel of my soft flesh squeezing and milking him.
“You're so fucking naughty.” He smirks, giving my ass a gentle slap. All I can do is giggle in reply. You'd think I drank a whole bottle of wine by myself with how I'm acting. “Come on,” he says while urging me to sit up. His eyes look so expectant. There's no question about what he wants.
I give the rear-view mirror one final glance before surrendering. My body feels a mix of arousal and embarrassment as I climb over Anders and position myself on top of him. He grabs the base of his cock and helps to line himself up before I lower down and take him inside of me.
“Oh yeah, that's it,” his voice is strained as I swallow him whole, dropping myself balls deep onto his shaft.
Looking at him makes the whole experience a lot better for me. When I stare into his sexy wanton eyes, I can almost forget that we're being watched. That there's a lecherous old man in the front seat, most likely driving with a boner.
Anders places his hands on my hips and helps to get me going. The seat squeaks in protest beneath us as I ride his dick. It feels so good that I can't help but cry out from time to time. He's so hard inside of me.
Anders is totally absorbed in me. When he's not whispering crude things about my body, he's lapping at one of my nipples, or grabbing a fistful of my ass, or spanking me. It's interesting to see this slightly drunk side of him. He's being rough and careless and just enjoying using me to fill his desires.
“Good girl. Fuck my cock. Rotate your hips. I knew you wanted this,” his words are dark and lustful.
I feel like I'm getting one of the best workouts of my life grinding on top of him. It's odd to be in power like this, watching him writhe beneath me. I like it though, to a degree. When we're like this, I control his pleasure. I control when he comes.
With that in mind, I go to town on him, working his cock inside of me as quickly as my body can manage. The look on his face lets me know he won't last much longer. That only spurs me to take him deeper into me, to bounce on his member until I can feel his balls slamming against me.
“Tessa, I'm going to . . ,” he warns.
It's at that moment I realize he's not wearing a condom, and if he shoots his load, it's either going to end up on his pants, my dress, or the limo. The alcohol has me all fuzzy-headed. This isn't something I wanted to have to think about. If he were on top, he could make the call. But he's not on top. I am.
In my buzzed state, I don't stop. I just keep going, working him hard with my body. There's a momentary panic in his eyes, and then his breath hitches, and I know it's over. I feel his delicious cock swell as it spurts into me. My body is taking all of it. All of him.
He pants and swallows hard, and I lean in to kiss his Adam's apple. I never knew a man could look so beautiful when he came. Even fully dressed, Anders is an Adonis among men.
“I can't believe you just did that,” he whispers, though he doesn't sound angry. “Please tell me you're on birth control.”
“I am.” I'm not. We really need to stop lying to each other. But this is not the moment to make him pissed off at me. Besides, I was lost in the moment. One time can't hurt, and it did feel oh so good.
I lean in to kiss him sweetly on the lips before I crawl off of him. His seed leaks from my cunt, making me feel slick between the thighs. I'm going to need a shower as soon as we get back to the house.
The limo driver winks at me as I glance up to look at the rear-view mirror. He's wearing an ear to ear grin that makes my stomach turn. I smile politely at him before I pull on my underwear and readjust my dress.
He drops us off in front of Evelyn's house. Anders takes his jacket off and wraps it around my shoulders before walking me inside, since it's a chilly evening. I'd like nothing more than to bring him into my room and fall asleep in his arms, but he has some important business meeting in the morning, so he simply gives me a chaste kiss before returning to the limo. I watch the limo drive off into the distance, my heart filled with warm sensations, my thighs sticking together uncomfortably.
As soon as he's out of sight, I immediately go inside and take a shower. I bite my bottom lip as I wash between my legs, thinking about how Anders is the first man who has ever come inside of me. I kind of liked it. There was something so sensual about knowing that he was filling me with his seed. And the look on his face when he released was absolutely magical.
Maybe I should get on birth control. I certainly wouldn't mind letting him come inside me again. And besides, it seems like we're getting into a regular habit of having sex without protection. It's much better to be safe than sorry.
After my shower, I change into a nightgown and crawl into bed. Anders' jacket is hanging over the back of my desk chair, and I climb out of bed to retrieve it, laying it next to me and cuddling it like a pathetic lovesick puppy. I inhale deeply and smell his cologne. I love the way he smells, so masculine and desirable.
My fingertips trail across the fabric, thinking about how his muscular body was filling it only an hour ago. Then I slip my hand into the satin lined pocket, and my fingers brush against something. I pull what appears to be a business card out of his pocket and hold it up to the light, expecting it to be a card from one of his business colleagues. It's completely blank though aside from a handwritten note. When I read it, my heart freezes in my chest and all the warmth I felt earlier quickly drains out of me. The card says, “My hands. Your body. Thursday. 7pm.”