I 'm gon na tell you a level 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 shit house.

She had one of those authoritative hourglass design.

Big giving birth hips, big, beautiful knocker, a relatively slender waist in between, and a big, juicy ass.

She 's the entirely missy that I ever dated who 's butt I sometimes had the irresistible itch to pinch.

It was just so perfect.

So one summer we went to jaw my mother in Pensacola, and we had sex one night in an open lifeguard column on the beach.

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

However that was n't the only time we had sex in a public place.

We went to the bluff while we were there, and they have this series of hanker wooden walkways all over that place.

I bent her over the wooden railing of one of the walkways, and was giving it to her trade good 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 paranoid.

She shot me a backstair glimpse, biting the edge of her bottom lip before explaining, `` I kind of saw them, or, I mean I saw one of them, quickly turning around and walking away. ``

My jaw dropped, and I was more amused than furious when I exclaimed, `` Why did n't you state me ? ``

'' Well I was a little distract. '' she replied, stealing a moment away from the route to flip me a wry smile.

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

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

I could go on and on about all the crazy diddley we did on that tripper, much to a lesser extent throughout the form of our family relationship, but today I want to tell you what happened on our way home.

We were driving up interstate 65 which is a straight shooting all the way to capital of Tennessee, or rather she was driving and I was lounging in the passenger tail.

She was wearing this bootleg velvet attire that hugged her trunk in all the right places and hung about midthigh when she was standing, but sitting in the car it rode up a bit higher.

She was looking sexy as screw, no surprisal there, and I was feeling a petty bored so as I looked at her bare thigh I came up with a way to entertain myself.

I placed my bridge player 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 bottom off a longer dress.

She shot me a ready glance, giving me a little sideways smile.

I knew that smile well at this gunpoint and as I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh, slipping it under her dress, she opened her legs a bit further, biting her bum lip.

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

Before long 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 helping hand into her panties.

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

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

Every meter I ever got into those panties she was moist and ready to go.

Today was no exception.

After fingering her for a minute I slid my fingers up to encounter with her firm 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 difficult metre 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 panties and I thought the company was over, but that 's when she turned to me and said, `` We need to pull over, like right now. ``

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

Not that I would have argued under pretty a great deal any setting.

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

I would have got hit the side by side exit without hesitation.

So I guess what I 'm saying was that I was just as down to fuck as she was at any given moment.

As soon as we came off the ramp I could n't believe our luck, and in fact sometimes it still blows my nous when I think about it.

There was nothing 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 edifice I took a good look around and sure enough enough, other than high pot, there was nothing off this exit ramp.

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

I was 24 at the sentence so I already had an erecting before I 'd even disturb her leg, but if I had n't had, seeing the way her sugared ass jiggled in that dress as she scurried across the lot would deliver brought me to tending for sure.

We enter a iniquity, debris strewn hallway and she immediately faced the wall, pulling up her skirt and dropping her panties.

As I pulled out my cock she place her hands categorical on the wall, arching her back and presenting to me.

The only affair that looked advantageously than her ass in that clothes was her bare ass.

I grasped her hips firmly as I bent my articulatio genus, getting into the decent position to penetrate her sweet pussy.

She wiggled her butt as I grasped my light beam, guiding it to he creamy slit.

She was so wet and cook that the head of my dick easily slid through her velvety flower petal and straight to the honey hole.

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

It 'll be all sunny when suddenly a thunderhead forms, 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 vitrine you have n't already figured it out, the reason I bring this up is that right as I entered her, gold rush ! Thunderstorm !

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

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

So there we are, on our invertebrate foot, fucking in this burnt out building while a storm rages around us, and let me tell you it was fucking amazing !

After a few instant the pelting seemed to have got slowed, but we had n't.

My hips were slapping her fine ass as I tried burying as much of my humanity into her as I could with every thrust.

She was clearly of the Saame mind, rolling her hips back to meet me every time I drove in.

Hell, if anything she was pumping harder than I was, which is a real turn on.

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

I could n't maintain 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 lozenge so cumming inside her was never really an matter, but she did n't always want it there, which is why I always tried to tell her when I was cumming.

Realistically our choice 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 coxa and fucking her, but now I leaned in, wrapping one arm around her shank, and with the early mitt I fondled her ample breasts.

I put my fountainhead over her shoulder, she turned her head to the incline, and as we tongue kissed I began pumping my spermatozoan trench into her wet and will cunt.

I slowed my accident, thrusting in with each ejaculation.

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

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

As I finished my sexual climax 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 hip joint in a circle, kinda stirring up the pussy ?

If you do it at the powerful clock time you 'll a squeal, a yip, or, as in this face, a satisfied sigh as she slowly rolled her hips, fucking herself with my cock.

As she push back she relaxed her sinew, welcoming me in, but when pulled forward she squeezed me tight, practically sucking at my shaft.

My torso quivered and a let out an involuntary moan, more of a shivering sigh really, as she drew a little orgasm aftershock out of me.

I squeezed her body a petty 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 former, deeply, and passionately, I suddenly got a impish idea.

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

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

'' Wait ... '' she began to resist.

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

Then as I patted the genital organ of her panties, 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 spell child. ``

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

'' Oh you love it. '' I asserted with a crook grinning.

Her response was to wiggle free from compass, rather deftly I might add, before grasping my head in both hands, pulling me down, and plunging her tongue into my mouth.

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

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

Then she released my nous, grasping me by the handwriting, 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 mess.

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 little gent out. ``

'' Awww, '' she said, leaning over and kissing it lightly on the school principal, gently petting it with her hired man as she looked up and said, `` He 's such a respectable boy. ``

I could n't avail bursting into laughter, and as she straightened up, flashing me a meet smiling, she was clearly delight with herself.

She pulled the car back onto the interstate highway 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 hawkshaw back in my pants, and zipping up, my cheeks flushing with superfluity.

Now if you 're thinking 'Damn, this young lady was a hot fuck !'I 'd have to agree, but do keep in judgment that this was just a quickie on the incline of the road.

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

Of course I do n't sustain to guess so you can believe me when I say that this story only hints at this chick 's skills.

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

What was the red-hot fuck I 've ever had ?

leave of absence a comment letting me know that you 're interested and I 'll tell apart y'all about it sometime .