Sex Without Names
A guy at a nightclub gets a pleasant surprise when he feels a hand on his ass. Car sex Literotica.
I like to dance. Going out to a club to hear the latest music is a good way to spend a Friday night for me. The dance floor is always packed with guys and girls just doing their own thing. Some of the girls are really hot while others are not. But it’s fun just to be there.
The last time I went to the local club (the only one anywhere near the small town I’m from), a peculiar thing happened. The music had just ended for the night and all the patrons were filing off the dance floor toward the exits. I was walking with my arms down at my sides, when all of the sudden, I felt a hand pinching my ass.
Instinctively, I swiped back with my hands to catch whoever it was. Since this has happened twice before, I’m really curious to find out who keeps groping me. I caught a wrist and held on tightly. I didn’t look around at who it was right away, but I dragged her with me despite her protests. When I finally came to a place that I could confront her, I stopped and wheeled around, still holding onto her wrist.
What I saw surprised me. Totally.
I was looking into the greenest eyes I have ever seen. She was about 5’6″, had long blond hair, and she was really tan. Her face was totally hot. I was almost mesmerized by her eyes. But I couldn’t forget the business at hand. “So, can I pinch you too?” I asked.
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, it seems only fair, since you pinched me…”
She sat there and considered for a little while, then nodded her assent. So I reached around and made like I was going to pinch her. Instead, I groped her. I basically took her whole ass cheek in my hand and squeezed it gently, massaging it with my fingers.
“Hey! That’s not a pinch!” But the smile on her face and especially in her eyes told me that she wasn’t displeased.
Her ass was very firm and very tight. So I didn’t let go. She stood on her tiptoes and whispered a proposition into my ear. I, with no other plans,
agreed. We cruised out to my car and hopped in. She gave me directions as I drove, leading me to a place out by her house that is really secluded and that the police rarely patrol. And did we go out in the boonies? I thought I lived in a rural area. My neighborhood looked like New York City compared to hers.
After a couple of dirt roads, we arrived at the spot. It was beautiful. The car was framed by several fir trees. Through the boughs, we could see a small pond, shimmering in the moonlight. Very romantic.
What we were about to do almost seemed degrading to such a beautiful setting. Almost… I turned off the ignition and turned to face just in time to catch her attack head-on. If I hadn’t turned, her tongue would be buried in my ear. We sat and kissed for a few minutes, then we played tonsil hockey. I won. Our hands didn’t stay idle for long.
Hers started roving up and down my chest, caressing me. I lightly massaged her back before moving down to her ass again. I took a cheek in each hand and kneaded them. A soft moan from her throat told me that I was on the right track. Pretty soon each of us lost our shirt. I fumbled with her bra clasp before finally mastering it.
We parted long enough to remove the bra from between us, then resumed our embrace. I kissed from her mouth back to her ear. I nibbled on her ear lobe, around her earring, before sticking my tongue in her ear. As soon as my tongue entered her ear, she grabbed my chest and sucked in a quick breath.
I continued nibbling on her ear. Meanwhile, my hands had found her breasts, which although they were not very large, were high and firm. I massaged them, starting from where they met her ribs on the bottom. I
slowly worked my way inward, stopping just before I reached the nipples. I teased her for a while, touching her everywhere but her nipples.
She finally grew so frustrated that she tried to move her breasts into my hands, making me touch her nipples. When I finally pinched her nipples, the effect was electric. Her fingernails dug into my chest and she nearly screamed in my ear. I could feel her hips churning against me, cueing me that she was coming. After she had settled back down, she climbed onto me, pushing me up against the car door. I slid down on the car seat so that she was lying on top of me.
We resumed kissing. I moved my hands down to her pants, slipping one inside of them to caress her ass and attempting to undo her pants-button. I got it undone and then pulled down her zipper. I began pushing down her pants and she wriggled back and forth to help me remove them. Her panties soon followed her pants. With much effort, we rolled over in my front seat without falling to the floor.
I proceeded to kiss my way down to her breasts, sucking on each nipple, then down to her belly button, where I stuck my tongue, and finally down to her pussy. The soft V of blond hair pointed the way. I spread her lips with my fingers, exposing her inner lips and her clit. I flicked my tongue out and hit her clit, resulting in a moan from her. I then got down to work.
I fastened my lips to her clit, alternatively biting, flicking, and sucking on it. Two of my fingers were working in and out of her vagina. Her hips gyrated in rhythm. All of my emotions became faster and faster, and she began to build to orgasm. Just before I felt her clench up, she screamed softly, “Oh yes! More! Faster! Harder!” She then paused. It was then I realized that she didn’t know my name, and I didn’t know her name. She paused because she was trying to think of my name.
What is her name?…
Again, we rolled over, and she proceeded to remove my pants and underwear. My penis was rock-hard. As soon as she freed my penis from its prison, she stuck it in her mouth, sliding almost all the way down to the base. A few quick strokes and she had me on the edge. I stopped her, claiming that I had a better way to use my hard-on.
We repositioned ourselves, me sitting on the passenger side, and her straddling me. She eased herself down onto me, sighing with pleasure as she did so. She pumped herself up and down my shaft, utilizing the full length. Soon, she was digging her nails into the back of my neck and nearly deafening me as she came. Again we repositioned ourselves, this time me taking her from behind.
I started pumping into her, getting closer and closer to the brink with each stroke. Finally, I could hold off no longer and I pumped furiously into her, filling her. She, feeling the release of my hot semen inside of her, began to orgasm with me. When the tremors passed, we collapsed together.
When we had calmed down enough to regain our motor skills, we redressed ourselves and I drove her home. I dropped her off at the end of her block (didn’t want her parents to see the car drive up).
Since then, I’ve seen her a couple of times at the club where we first met and we have had similar sessions in the same place. But to this day… I still don’t know her name.
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