Backseat Heat
I parked next to his car, just like we’d agreed. The sun was still warm, dipping low in the sky — around 9 p.m. Everything was calm around the Carrefour in San Juan, but my heart was already racing.
When I opened the door and got in, he was ready for me.
No words. Pants already pulled down, dick in hand. Stroking slowly, lazily — just enough to stay half-hard while he waited.
I smiled. That kind of welcome was all I needed.
I leaned in and kissed him — soft at first, then deeper, messier. I could feel his breath change the second my hand wrapped around his shaft. He was thick, warm, starting to swell in my grip.
I went down slowly, teasing with my tongue, letting him feel every second. I’d brought my red fruit-flavored lube, so I poured just a drop on his tip. The scent filled the car — sweet, sharp — and I licked it off like dessert.
Ten minutes in, he moaned. I felt his thighs tense.
He came in my mouth, not even fully hard, but pulsing strong. I didn’t stop — just kept my lips sealed and swallowed every drop.
He looked at me, half-smiling, a little embarrassed.
"Didn’t expect that so fast," he muttered.
I just smirked and kept going.
Slow strokes, tongue pressed under the shaft, hand working in sync. I knew his body was older, but he reacted like a teenager — sensitive, twitching, letting go.
And after a short break… he got hard again.
Round two was slower. He lasted longer, breathing heavier, gripping my head with more control. I deep-throated him this time, letting his tip push into the back of my throat. He came again, with a groan that filled the car.
I swallowed it all. Again.
He was impressed. Tired. Sweaty.
We laughed quietly, catching our breath, just sitting close in the stuffy heat of the car.
He wanted a third. I tried.
I licked him slowly, worked him back up, gave him everything — tongue, lips, hand, pressure, rhythm. But the third didn’t happen. Still, he loved every second.
“I haven’t come twice like that in years,” he whispered.
I smiled. “Next time, we go for three.”
He kissed me, pants still around his ankles. I grabbed a few tissues, wiped him down, and kissed him once more before slipping out into the warm summer night.
I got in my car, taste still on my tongue, and drove home fully satisfied.
When I opened the door and got in, he was ready for me.
No words. Pants already pulled down, dick in hand. Stroking slowly, lazily — just enough to stay half-hard while he waited.
I smiled. That kind of welcome was all I needed.
I leaned in and kissed him — soft at first, then deeper, messier. I could feel his breath change the second my hand wrapped around his shaft. He was thick, warm, starting to swell in my grip.
I went down slowly, teasing with my tongue, letting him feel every second. I’d brought my red fruit-flavored lube, so I poured just a drop on his tip. The scent filled the car — sweet, sharp — and I licked it off like dessert.
Ten minutes in, he moaned. I felt his thighs tense.
He came in my mouth, not even fully hard, but pulsing strong. I didn’t stop — just kept my lips sealed and swallowed every drop.
He looked at me, half-smiling, a little embarrassed.
"Didn’t expect that so fast," he muttered.
I just smirked and kept going.
Slow strokes, tongue pressed under the shaft, hand working in sync. I knew his body was older, but he reacted like a teenager — sensitive, twitching, letting go.
And after a short break… he got hard again.
Round two was slower. He lasted longer, breathing heavier, gripping my head with more control. I deep-throated him this time, letting his tip push into the back of my throat. He came again, with a groan that filled the car.
I swallowed it all. Again.
He was impressed. Tired. Sweaty.
We laughed quietly, catching our breath, just sitting close in the stuffy heat of the car.
He wanted a third. I tried.
I licked him slowly, worked him back up, gave him everything — tongue, lips, hand, pressure, rhythm. But the third didn’t happen. Still, he loved every second.
“I haven’t come twice like that in years,” he whispered.
I smiled. “Next time, we go for three.”
He kissed me, pants still around his ankles. I grabbed a few tissues, wiped him down, and kissed him once more before slipping out into the warm summer night.
I got in my car, taste still on my tongue, and drove home fully satisfied.
11 months ago
