Steaming up the windows

We were both going to have to set off on our separate and long journeys home. We’d spent the afternoon chatting and shivering in a restraunt by the lake which was that little bit too public to do anything beyond the occasional hand brushing. So before we depart I offer my car up as a mini sanctuary to warm up and say goodbye properly.

I didn’t say a word before Dorian had taken my face in his hands and pulled me in for a soft kiss. My hands immediately flew to his head to hold him closer to me. The only illumination ourside the car was the dim streetlights. There was nobody near us in the car park. The kiss grew deeper, the pent up desire of a month flowing through us. My hands drifted to Dorian’s leg, beginning to stroke it. I found that entirely of it’s own accord my hand was caressing the bulge that was growing between his legs. Then, as if magic, the zip became undone and my hand was grasping Dorian’s hot cock, making him gasp with my ice cold touch.

My eyes were constantly darting from Dorian’s face to the outside, backing away when a car’s headlights approached on it’s way past us. But as soon as the car was out of sight our lips would be pulled together and his hand would entangle itself in my hair, pulling, gently initially, then harder as he felt my excitement grow. His hand slid beneath my dress, and into my leggings (obviously I hadn’t dressed in order to make it easy for him) and he discovered how wet I was. Soon I was rubbing his cock as hard as he was rubbing my clit. Both of us driven to distraction.

Every now and again, when I was certain that we were alone I would duck my head down and suck his delicious cock into my mouth, before coming up again, too nervous to do that for long. We were still whispering to each other about how good this was and what we’d do if we actually had somewhere to be alone together that day. We eventually realised the pointlessness of the whispering and declared our desire for each other loudly. We were both close to coming, but the fear of getting caught was just edging out the excitement and reluctantly we had to part ways. Not before being grabbed for a proper kiss. And another…and another…then just another quick kiss. Neither of us wanted to go but both knew we had to. Dorain climbed out of the car, before ducking in to get one final kiss.

My only question is….why was this the first time we had done this!?

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