Parking Lot Affair

Parking Lot AffairI met Clare online in my young 20s. She was around 10 years older than me, though she wouldn’t give me her exact age. She was married and, according to her, had never been with anyone in her life but her husband. She had been looking to experiment in the bedroom but her husband wasn’t much for changing up their routine after all those years together, so she turned to the internet to try and satisfy her cravings.It didn’t take long after meeting Clare for our conversations to turn sexual, and soon she had spilled her guts about her lackluster love life at home and her desire for adventure. We spent a couple days messaging back and forth before I was able to convince her to meet me in real life. She said she was able to sneak away from her husband for a bit but wouldn’t have long. A bar was not an option because she was afraid of smelling like alcohol when she got home, and my place wasn’t an option either. We eventually decided to meet in a parking lot of a hotel not far away from where she lived. I arrived before Clare and had a chance to look around before she arrived. The parking lot was fairly empty, and we were meeting at night so there wasn’t a fear of people seeing us sitting in a car together. I was hoping we would end up getting a room, but it was clear she was nervous about meeting me for the first time. When Clare arrived I joined her in her car and we formally introduced ourselves. I had only ever seen a couple pictures of Clare before than, and they were not the greatest quality. Now I was finally getting a chance to have a good look at her. She was about half a foot shorter than me, with short curly hair and a nice sized rack. She was dressing cute in a sophisticated sort of way with a top that accentuated her ample cleavage, but wasn’t wearing anything overly bursa escort “sexy”. Most likely she didn’t want to give her husband reason to suspect her late night departure. She told me up front that she wasn’t planning on sleeping with me that night, but I wasn’t going to throw away the chance so easily. We made the usual small talk at first before sliding back into our usual discussion of sex and different things she wanted to experience. As she was talking I moved my hand to her neck and began gliding my fingers up and down her skin as she told me all about her desire to open up sexually, with or without her husband. But at the same time it was clear she was nervous, just as you would expect from a woman who had never even been with a man other than her husband, much less cheat on her husband. I moved in to kiss her and she offered up a token resistance, but eventually gave in and pressed her lips against mine. It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn passionate as her pent up lust started to overtake her other intentions. Our tongues began dancing together and my arms wrapped around her, my hands and fingers gliding over her skin. I felt her nails start to dig into my neck and back, and the sweet sting as she dragged them down over my skin.My hands moved to her chest and soon I had one of her large tits out of her shirt, my mouth latching onto her nipple. I felt her lean back as she adjusted her chair to give me better access to her chest, arching her back and offering me her nipples. My hand began to slide between her legs but she stopped it, unwilling to cross that line just yet. I continued to tease and stimulate her nipples while moving my mouth to her neck. I started nibbling and kissing her neck right where it meet her shoulder, sending shivers through her body as I did. I felt her bursa escort bayan hand slide over my pants and begin rubbing my cock through my jeans. I took a chance and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, leaving only a thing layer of underwear covering my cock. She didn’t seem to mind this however and continued teasing my cock head as I nibbled and kissed on her neck and nipples.I asked Clare if she wanted me to go in and get us a room, but she told me no. She said again that she didn’t want to have sex tonight, and that she should probably get going soon. I obviously didn’t want this to happen so I tried something bold. I pulled my cock out and showed her how hard she had made me. I told her it would be a shame to send me home to take care of it myself since she was the one who got me so turned on in the first place. She laughed a little, but that didn’t stop her from wrapping her hand around my cock. She pumped it up and down a couple times before leaning down and wrapping her mouth around my shaft. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. She didn’t have the greatest technique (she informed me after that she almost never gave her husband head) but she made up for it in sheer enthusiasm. Soon her spit was sliding down my shaft and over my balls as I thrust up into her mouth.I could tell she was more into letting herself go now and I tried to slide my hand between her legs again. She didn’t stop me this time and I quickly went to town on her pussy. She lifted her ass as I slid her pants down, giving me free access to her wet cunt. My fingers easily slid inside her and soon she was moaning over my cock as my fingers pressed against her g-spot. We spent a few minutes like this, her mouth sliding up and down on my cock as I fucked her pussy escort bursa with my fingers. I was content to cum this way, but I wanted to see if she had changed her mind about getting fucked.I pushed her back into her chair and got on top of her. If she was going to stop me this was the moment, but she just gave me a concerned look while at the same time spreading her legs further open for me. I wasted no time and guided my cock into her. She moaned loud when I slid inside, her cunt tasting a new cock for the first time since she lost her virginity. I started to rock back and forth on top of her, the car shaking along with us. We continued fucking like this for a bit and Clare’s nervousness and shyness continued to fade away with each thrust. Soon I opened the door to give us more room and she didn’t even offer a token protest, she just turned her body so her legs faced outside the car and allowed the cool night air to wash over our sweaty bodies as I pushed my cock back into her. She laid back across both of her seats and begged for me to keep fucking her like her husband never did anymore. Before long I was at my limit and asked her where she wanted me to cum. She told me that she wanted me to pull out and shoot it on her. I kept thrusting until I was almost ready to explode, I actually let of a quick shot or two inside her because I didn’t want to stop, before pulling out and shooting a huge load all over her. A bunch of the cum landed on her shirt, leaving her all messy. I joked around and told her that her husband would probably be a little suspicious of the stain, but she said at this point she didn’t really give a fuck what her husband thought.I told her she was welcome to get a hold of me again sometime if she wanted, but she never did. I’m guessing that some guilt set in on her drive home after everything was said and done, and I didn’t really make an effort to contact her again myself. But from time to time I still think about the neglected married woman who begged for cock and cum in a hotel parking lot.