I 'm gon na tell you a story that happened in 1992 when I was 24 I had this 19 year old girlfriend who went to Belmont University here in capital of Tennessee.

Besides being charming, intelligent, and devastatingly beautiful, she was built like a brick crap house.

She had one of those Graeco-Roman hourglass figures.

Big birthing hips, big, beautiful titties, a relatively slender waist in between, and a big, juicy ass.

She 's the lonesome young woman that I ever dated who 's butt I sometimes had the resistless urge to pinch.

It was just so perfect.

So one summertime we went to visit my mother in Pensacola, and we had sex one night in an open lifeguard tower on the beach.

Wo n't go into too much detail about that but suffice it to say that a good time was had by all.

However that was n't the merely fourth dimension we had sex in a public place.

We went to the bluffs while we were there, and they have this series of recollective wooden walkway all over that place.

I bent her over the wooden railing of one of the paseo, and was giving it to her full when we heard some people and had to stop.

When we got to the car and began driving off she suddenly said, `` I think they saw us. ``

'' Why do you say that ? '' I inquired, thinking that maybe she was just being paranoiac.

She shot me a furtive coup d'oeil, biting the border of her bottom lip before explaining, `` I variety of saw them, or, I mean I saw one of them, quickly turning around and walking away. ``

My jaw dropped, and I was more divert than angry when I exclaimed, `` Why did n't you tell me ? ``

'' Well I was a little distracted. '' she replied, stealing a moment away from the road to throw me a wry grinning.

'' Oh, right. '' I said sheepishly, my cheeks flushing a little.

'' Besides, '' she went on. `` As soon as they 'd back up up far enough they started deliberately making haphazardness and well, you knew what was up by then. ``

I could go on and on about all the crazy shit we did on that trip-up, much less throughout the course of our relationship, but today I want to tell you what happened on our way home.

We were driving up Interstate 65 which is a neat stab all the way to capital of Tennessee, or rather she was driving and I was lounging in the passenger seat.

She was wearing this black velvet dress that hugged her body in all the right space and hung about midthigh when she was standing, but sitting in the car it rode up a bit higher.

She was looking sexy as fuck, no surprise there, and I was feeling a little world-weary so as I looked at her bare thigh I came up with a way to entertain myself.

I placed my hand on her leg just below the hem of her dress.

I say `` hem '' but as I recall it was n't hemmed at all.

It was as if she 'd just cut the hind end off a longer dress.

She shot me a quick glance, giving me a little obliquely smile.

I knew that smile well at this point and as I slid my hand up the inside of her second joint, slipping it under her apparel, she opened her legs a bit encourage, biting her freighter lip.

I warmed up by gently rubbing her clit through her panty.

Before yearn she was wiggling, and gently rolling her rosehip, rubbing herself against my hand.

Once she began whimpering, like she did when she was really turned on, I slipped my hand into her panties.

Since she was already warmed up I skipped the preliminaries and went straight to it, plunging a finger into her foxy pussy.

I had to commit it to her, she did n't adopt long to get hot and wet.

Every fourth dimension I ever got into those pantie she was moist and ready to go.

Today was no exception.

After fingering her for a minute I slid my fingers up to playact with her pixilated yum button.

I kept switching it up like that and she responded by occasionally quivering, or bucking her hips.

She was clearly having an increasingly unmanageable time concentrating on the route, and that 's when I did something that made her squeal and pop up out of her seat.

The car swerved but she quickly got it under control once her ass was back in her seat.

Then she grabbed my wrist, yanking my hand out of her step-in and I thought the political party was over, but that 's when she turned to me and said, `` We need to overstretch over, like right now. ``

needle to say we pulled off at the next expiration, she was driving after all.

Not that I would have argued under pretty much any circumstances.

If I had been driving, not even thinking about sex, and out of the blueness she 'd said, `` We need to commit over and bonk. ``

I would have hit the following expiration without hesitation.

So I guess what I 'm saying was that I was just as down to get it on as she was at any given here and now.

As soon as we came off the wild leek I could n't conceive our hazard, and in fact sometimes it still blows my idea when I think about it.

There was cypher off that exit except a burnt out building that had clearly once been a gas station.

As we pulled into the lot next to the construction I took a good aspect around and sure enough, other than high sens, there was nothing off this exit ramp.

As soon as she came to a stop consonant we got out and quickly headed towards the construction.

I was 24 at the clip so I already had an hard-on before I 'd even touched her leg, but if I had n't had, seeing the way her sweet ass jiggled in that dress as she scurried across the lot would take in brought me to attention for sure.

We enter a dark, debris strewn hallway and she immediately faced the rampart, pulling up her wench and dropping her panties.

As I pulled out my shaft she place her hired hand matte on the bulwark, arching her cover and presenting to me.

The merely thing that looked meliorate than her ass in that dress was her stark ass.

I grasped her rosehip firmly as I bent my knees, getting into the right billet to come home her seraphic pussy.

She wiggled her fag as I grasped my putz, guiding it to he creamy slit.

She was so wet and fix that the head of my cock easily slid through her velvety petal and straight to the love hole.

I 'm no sure how much you know about the weather down here but in the summertime sudden thunderstorms are common.

It 'll be all sunny when suddenly a thunderhead signifier, and it pours for 5 to 20 minutes, with lightning and thunder, and then, just as quickly, it 's over and the sun is out again.

Now just in font you have n't already enter it out, the reasonableness I bring this up is that right as I entered her, bunce ! Thunderstorm !

So it 's pouring out there, and by the way, this building had a roof, but no threshold whatsoever.

So when I say `` out there '' I mean like, two human foot from us.

So there we are, on our feet, fucking in this burnt out building while a storm rages around us, and let me tell you it was fucking awe-inspiring !

After a few minute the rain seemed to consume slowed, but we had n't.

My hips were slapping her very well ass as I tried burying as much of my manhood into her as I could with every thrust.

She was clearly of the same mind, rolling her articulatio coxae back to meet me every clock time I drove in.

Hell, if anything she was pumping harder than I was, which is a very routine on.

It was still raining, but not nearly as hard, and I heard a roster of thunder further away, meaning the main tempest had moved off.

I could n't hold it in anymore so I let her know, `` I 'm gon na cum ! ``

'' Cum inside me ! '' she demanded, which really drove me over the edge.

She was on the anovulant so cumming inside her was never really an offspring, but she did n't always want it there, which is why I always tried to tell her when I was cumming.

Realistically our options were limited, but still, it 's always hot when a woman asks you to cum inside her.

At least I think it is.

I had been holding her by the hips and fucking her, but now I leaned in, wrapping one arm around her shank, and with the other hired hand I fondled her ample breasts.

I put my question over her shoulder, she turned her head to the side, and as we tongue kissed I began pumping my sperm cryptical into her wet and will cunt.

I slowed my stroke, thrusting in with each ejaculation.

She broke from our kiss, facing forward and bearing down.

I could try her grunting and I could feel her rhythmically squeezing my cock, milking out every drop.

As I finished my orgasm I pushed in as deep as I could get and did the swirl.

Y'all know what I 'm talking about, right ?

The swirl ?

When you 're in deep, and you roll your rose hip in a roundabout, kinda stirring up the puss ?

If you do it at the right times you 'll a squeal, a yelping, or, as in this case, a satisfied sigh as she slowly rolled her hip joint, fucking herself with my cock.

As she push back she relaxed her muscles, welcoming me in, but when deplumate forward she squeezed me mingy, practically sucking at my shaft.

My body quivered and a let out an nonvoluntary moan, more of a shivering suspiration really, as she drew a little climax aftershock out of me.

I squeezed her body a little tighter in my arms, and then brought my hand up, gently touching her cheek.

She instantly took my cue and turned her head, kissing me again.

As we tongued each other, deeply, and passionately, I suddenly got a wicked idea.

I broke for our kiss, pulling out, which caused her to bark out a high pitched little yelp.

Then I released her, reaching down and grabbing her pantie, quietly pulling them up.

'' hold ... '' she began to protest.

But I once again embraced her from behind, my handwriting snaking down, and under her skirt.

Then as I patted the crotch of her step-in, clearly already filling with my gooey man milk, I whispered in her her, `` I want you to ride around with my cum in your panty for a while baby. ``

'' You 're twisted. '' she giggled.

'' Oh you love it. '' I asserted with a stooped smile.

Her response was to wiggle liberal from grasp, rather deftly I might add, before grasping my header in both manpower, pulling me down, and plunging her knife into my mouth.

Although it caught me a bit by surprise, it was a pleasant surprise.

She kissed me hot and trench until she 'd decided she was done, when she finished with a wet smack.

Then she released my read/write head, grasping me by the hand, and saying simply, `` Let 's go. ``

We trotted back to the car despite the fact that it was only lightly sprinkling at that point.

It was then that I realized my rapidly deflating cock was still hanging out.

Fortunately there was n't anyone else around so it was no big deal.

We got in the car, she started it up, but before we pulled out I tapped her arm, pointing at my flaccid penis and saying, `` You tuckered the piffling fella out. ``

'' Awww, '' she said, leaning over and kissing it lightly on the head, gently petting it with her hand as she looked up and said, `` He 's such a good boy. ``

I could n't help bursting into laughter, and as she straightened up, flashing me a satisfied smile, she was clearly delight with herself.

She pulled the car back onto the Interstate and we drove in silence for a while.

Then she suddenly tapped my arm.

When I looked over at her she pointed at my crotch and said, `` Could you put that thing away, it 's a little distracting. ``

'' Oh shit, sorry. '' I said, stuffing my dick back in my pants, and zipping up, my cheek flushing with embarrassment.

Now if you 're thinking 'Damn, this young woman was a hot fuck !'I 'd induce to agree, but do keep in judgement that this was just a quickie on the side of the road.

Imagine what this miss could do to you in the bedroom.

Of course I do n't have got to conceive of so you can trust me when I say that this tale only hints at this skirt 's skills.

Anyway, Drthat 's my story, and although that was a truly hot screwing, it was n't the hottest fuck I 've ever had.

What was the raging fuck I 've ever had ?

Leave a comment letting me know that you 're worry and I 'll tell y'all about it sometime .