There’s nothing more beautiful than when you manage to meet the woman you arranged with from Amateurs. I experienced this story thanks to her. With the one who said: “Give me your fingers there.”
I parked in front of her work. I got out of the front seat. I moved both seats – the driver’s and the passenger’s – as far forward as possible. I moved into the back seat. “I’m here,” I wrote to her, “waiting for you.” I tied a black scarf over my eyes so that I couldn’t really see anything, and I waited.
I was excited to the max, my erection was so strong that it was causing me pain. Today I would meet her for the first time. Suddenly the car door opened. Someone got in and the door closed. I handed her my car keys and she locked it. I have tinted windows in the back, so you can’t see inside at all from the outside.
I reached out to her. She grabbed it from me and placed it on her big breasts.
We met here, on Amateurs. We wrote for a while about our secret desires. Today I came to her to fulfill one of them. Without her saying a word, I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly started to take them off along with her panties.
She took off her shoes and I took off her panties, which I then threw on the front seat of the car. I could feel her excitement. She was maybe thirty centimeters from me, but I could feel with my nose how excited she was. She started breathing faster, grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs. Her fine hairs were all covered in her juice. I moved closer to her, found her mouth and started kissing her, while I gently and slowly massaged her large, erect clitoris with my left hand.
She spread her legs as wide as she could. Her kisses were hungry, passionate, hot – she bit my lips, she bit my tongue. Her womb moved against my palm, which was still gently and slowly massaging her from the outside. I didn’t want her to come right away; I wanted her to enjoy it – just as much as she did, and so did I. It was strange to see nothing, just to feel the lips of a strange woman on my mouth and to feel in my palm how slowly, but more and more, it flowed onto my hand, how it flowed onto the seat of my car. Her breathing became faster and louder.
“Please come in. Put your fingers in there.”
Very slowly, teasingly, I inserted the first part of my index finger into the entrance of her pussy and stopped. I didn’t move. She started to writhe furiously, wanting to have it all inside her. I knew what she wanted, I knew how to give it to her, but I wanted to tease her a little more. I started kissing her more slowly and synchronized the movements of my index finger with it. Gently, slowly, I pushed it all the way in. She was so wet that I didn’t feel any resistance. She gasped, opened her mouth, I could feel her shaking.
I pulled it out, pointed it at her mouth. She took it all in her mouth and licked it eagerly.
“Show me what you taste like,” I said, and I used my tongue to take the juice from her pussy that was in her mouth.
“Great, that deserves another finger,” I said.
I pulled out my index finger and slid my middle and ring fingers in at once. She was losing control of her body completely. She slumped all the way to the back seat. I towered over her. My cock hurt, but this encounter wasn’t about me—it was about her.
With my middle and ring fingers, I began to gently, gradually accelerating, penetrate her horny pussy. I bent my fingers at the top so that they formed an L shape, and massaged her G-spotfrom the inside. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and began to moan so loudly that we must have been heard even through the closed door.
“I’m… I’m going to,” she said.
She grabbed my wrist with both hands and started to fuck herself with my fingers. She accelerated as if I didn’t believe it was even possible. I was still trying to tease her G-spot from the inside of her pussy, when she suddenly screamed. My hand, my palm, was flooded with incredibly hot heat.
A short, but intensely hot liquid sprayed from her pussy. It sprinkled all over my hand and some of it also landed on my thighs.
“God, it was incredible,” she said. “I’ve always, always wanted this.”
She was breathing slowly, gradually returning to normal.
“What can I do for you?” she asked. “I can see he wants to go into my mouth,” she added, pressing her hand through my jeans to my erect penis.
“No,” I said. “Not today. Today was about you. Next time we’ll think of something else.”
“Thank you,” she said. She kissed me gently on the cheek, got dressed, opened the door, and got out of the car.
“We’ll write,” she said, then quietly closed the door.
I was left alone in the car.
I sat in the car for a while longer, my heart pounding. I could feel her warmth on my fingers, her taste on my lips. The air inside was heavy, smelling of her body and the tension that hadn’t yet died down.
I smiled. I knew this wasn’t the last time.