I’d been keyed up all night, and all over him at the restaurant.
He sat next to me in the booth, instead of across, and so my left hand was in his lap all night.
Squeezing his inner thigh, running my nails up and down his leg, tickling the ever-present bulge, and giving it a squeeze now and then.
Clutching his balls.
Into his ear, I whispered, “If you don’t fu.ck me soon, I’m going to lose my mind.”
And also, “I need your cock, NOW.”
And, “I’m so wet for you right now, I need you deep inside me.”
I sucked his earlobe, ran my tongue down his neck, and couldn’t stop squirming around, anticipating.
His arm, when he wasn’t eating, was draped over the back of the booth, and he had been playing with my hair, pulling it a little at the back of my head, tickling my neck, and stroking my face.
Once, when his hand was on my cheek, I turned my head quickly and took his finger into my mouth.
He jumped, he gasped, and I got wetter.
I told his ear, breathily, “I need that to be your cock.”
He began to squirm, as well.
Once we got into his truck, I attacked him, kissing him hard, and grabbing his balls, moaning and begging him.
“We have to get home,” he said, and with me plastered to his side and his hand between my thighs, we started out.
I couldn’t stay still, I needed it; needed HIM.
At every light, he kissed me, deeply, and his scent made me hotter and wetter.
I couldn’t wait.
I really couldn’t.
“Please,” I begged him, “please.”
“I can’t control this,” he said, and he pulled into a shopping center parking lot.
He drove to the darkened side of a fast food restaurant, and he pushed me down on the seat, and mounted me.
I thought I was going to cum right then and there, and as he dry humped me, I whined, and grabbed his back.
I pulled my skirt up, and he ripped my panties off me, as I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
I always loved his cock; it was thick and beautifully shaped; it felt exactly right inside me.
My head was half resting on the door, and I was squirming violently, and as soon as his beautiful cork was free, he pushed inside me, all of him, and my back arched uncontrollably.
I couldn’t get traction on the seat of the truck, so I gripped his ass, and tried to push him harder into me with every thrust.
He gnawed on my neck, sending me over the edge, and I began to cum, getting very still, but gripping him as hard as I could with my hands and my dripping pussy, and he, knowing the signs, made me look into his eyes.
We could just see each other in the light from the fast food sign, and I told him to fill me up, do it, DO it! And he began to shoot inside me.
I felt every hot spurt, and the sensation prolonged my orgasm.
I felt as though I was crushing the life out of him with my arms, trying to get his body inside mine, where his cork continued to throb and jump.
At last, he sagged on top of me, and his spent cork slipped out of my drenched kitty to rest between us.
Breathing hard, we lay on the front seat of the truck for several minutes.
Then a group a people came out of the fast food joint, and he pushed me lower onto the seat, and gave me his full weight, as we hid behind the fogged windows.
The drive home was silent, with me glued to his side again, both of us eliciting perma-grin.
