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Key In The Car

Posted by: Age: Mid teens for me, a few years more for Key Posted on: 4 comments
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The night wasn't going quite to plan and her car wasn't a the best place to sleep it out, but a friend decides that her and I won't be sleeping, not yet.

My first story was, while based on a few truths, largely a work of fun and fantasy. This story is as true as I can get it, except for the names. May you enjoy. Coming into the group of friends that I did was certainly a high note of my life. My school peers were always very kind and accepting, but you were still expected to fall into a clique of sorts and to have your own social circle that you would spend your day to day with. I think in a lot of other places, we would have ended up as stray loners. Here, we simply came together, became our own group and that was that; a much better alternative. A group of not-quite-thiss and not-quite-thats. The years have since scattered most of us to winds, but I remember the times we were together fondly. Our group was purely lads, but there was one older cousin of a friend - I will call her Key - that we often hung around with as well as we got up to our antics: typically drinking, partying and camping. Key is a decisive kind of girl, understand. She's engaged now and were still friendly. She knows what she wants and probably, in those days, laid half of us all on our backs at one time or another to get it. A brief description: Key is quite short and plump with her bust and ass - a build I've always liked - she had light brown hair usually - if I recall it right - tied back in a ponytail and an easygoing, fun personality. A bunch of us were supposed to meet at a house for a small get-together. I don't recall the exact details, but suffice to say the house was dark and locked up at one point, late in the night.. Maybe we were there already and got locked out for being playful to the point of rowdy. Maybe it was the wrong house, or plans had changed. Whatever it was, it was late, we were drunk and actually in a good enough mood that three of us simply settled into Keys car to sleep it out, no trouble at all. Now, I wouldn't consider myself an insomniac, but there are some nights where you just feel entirely awake, no more likely to fall asleep than if you reading this now closed your eyes mid-sentence. I find the best way is to simply rest and wait through it. Fake it til you make it, as they say. Sleep eventually comes. So there we were, Key in her drivers seat, me in the passengers, and one of my closest friends - Ill call him Root - having asserted his claim of dibs on the back seat to lay down on. Only later on would I learn that the passengers seat Id been left to settle with would be the better of the two anyway. Key was shifting, stretching and moaning as she settled in. I'm something of a habitual people-watcher, I suppose, and given the situation, one does fantasize. I suppose that's why my mind stayed bright and racing. For her plump, curving and invitingly touchable frame, Keys motions were languid and - honestly ? - entrancing to watch. She undid her belt, left open the button and let down the fly of her jeans, even shuffled out of her bra under her shirt. All with slow and easy enjoyment. Like I said: she knew what she wanted, and right then she wanted comfort. I, on the other hand - being quite a bit larger than her, but then again, all of us were - was cramped and gently contorted in the small cars passenger seat. I think we chatted a little bit, but I cant remember with certainty. Enough that we knew each other was awake, and it wasn't too late to try and find the least uncomfortable position for me to sleep in. Root had dropped on the back seat like a sack of potatoes, and he had the advantage of lying down. I, of course, had the advantage of Key. Well, actually - if I'm properly truthful - Key had the advantage of me. Lets not pretend I was the leader in this situation, because I surely wasn't. It was her, I was in Keys car and she was in control, and I was starting to realize what that meant. I tried not to be too conspicuous as I stared at the inviting opening of her fly: I remember pale skin and - perhaps real, perhaps imagined on my part - a hint of short brown hairs. She settled herself against the seat and the door, so that we were facing each other more than we were forwards. Once or twice she would rub her breast under her shirt, ostensibly to make it more comfortable under the cloth and roll back her head and sigh pleasurably. In the starlight I imagined I could see her nipples stand. I was a young fool - I'm still a young fool, of course - and didn't think to put two and two together. I was in the mindset of a bird watcher: you chance upon a wonderful sight, you watch what you can and don't interfere with. It never occurred to me that this was a show, and that it was for me. Then she crawled her fingers down her belly, wiggled her jeans ever lower, and lead them between her legs. When Key masturbates, its a whole-body performance. Her shoulders move like a rowers, her back bends, her breasts rise and fall as she takes deeper, bolder breaths. I remember the sight distinctly. Best of all I remember her hips, and how she rocked them into her hand. She sighed and huffed with a few sultry giggles. This woman could give me a few lessons. ...as a matter of fact, she did, I realized later. I didn't even notice my erection until the discomfort of it straining against my pants was becoming intolerable. A wet circle in my groin was already well under way. ...writing this here, I'm in a similar predicament now. Maybe you are as well, friendly reader? Maybe Id be finished writing by now, if I didn't keep stopping to rub myself. I've always liked my generous pre'cum, but its making a bit of a mess of me at the moment. Oh well... just have to focus... Screw it, I'm unzipping. Oh, very nice... Focus...focus... Where was I? Oh yes - Key moaned and laughed. Her composure was as incredibly enticing as her antics. I thought I heard something and, straining to catch it the second time, heard that lovely sound of a woman's wetness. She teased me a little and said, Well? Come on then? Any delusion I had about being an outside observer were blasted away there and then. I remember a moment panic - I was anxious in those days - then the thought - seemingly from outside my usual line of thinking - why not? She's in charge, why not just accept and surrender in this? Its not like she's going to misuse me, she's a friend and I trust her. Also, don't I want this? Like, a lot? And like that, suddenly I was really relaxed with it. The whole situation, even Root being asleep in the back. If anything, I started imagining him waking up - him being awake right now. For starters, it meant we could take the back seat... I've masturbated with him before the odd occasion. I was - and I believe Key would have been - up for the threesome. I hear they're fun, heh. Oh the things we could have done with and to one another, all under this plump little woman's lusty leadership... Ooh, I want to cum now, I really do. Not until we finish the story, come on, come on... be good... The threesome never happened. That'd be fantasy and, I imagine, fantastic. Maybe Root was waiting for us to invite him and we were waiting for him to give us a sign, or maybe he really did sleep through it all. I wasn't disappointed for long. My cock isn't unduly long sitting quite definitively at six inches, but its straight and shapely and has quite a fair heft of girth to it. Key seemed satisfied to see it, and that made me happy. She told me to take off my clothes and some things you do not need to hear twice. We fumbled a bit, me more so in excitement and hastiness, though shed had a head start too, remember. Key slipped her shirt over her head and dropped it at her feet. I find there to be something rather attractive about a topless woman still wearing pants and, in hindsight, it could well be a takeaway thing I developed from that moment. She grinned at me, and her nipples were standing, browner than I expected - like earth - on even richer hued aureola. The front seats of a small car really aren't ideal for sexual play, but the motivation was there. I was hemmed in, but Key moved fairly readily. I shuffled towards her and, hopping over the gear stick, she propped herself on my hip and her feat. We kissed some, but our minds were in our hands mostly. She took my cock and played with it while I reached around her side and my fingers found their way to heat and moisture. The way she played with me, it was like she was making acquaintances with a new friend. Seeing how it would bounce back upright when she pushed it, exploring up one side and down the other, towards my testicles. A little precum spurted over her fingers and I glowed with her wry compliment. I wasn't half so experienced as she. It was awkward to reach her with my left arm, so it was up to my right. She worked her hips, so that Key was masturbating herself against my hand as much - perhaps more - than I was masturbating her. The gyrations of her body against mine brought my excitement to a whole new level. Her right hand would occasionally shoo mine aside and work some magic on herself, or otherwise grab mine, move it somewhere direct me as how to masturbate her better. A trickle of her cum streamed down from her onto my thigh and I was rather pleased with that. I was doing something right, cumbersome as I was. We kept like this for a while, Keys handjob slowly and surely becoming more aggressive, my fingering getting slowly and surely more confident. We masturbated ourselves and each other, making little jokes and laughing lightly as we did so. I played with Keys tits and her nipples eventually glistened with her own cum. I warned her of my budding orgasm a few times. She teased me and, though embarrassed, I really liked that she did. Shed give me a moment to come back from the edge by playing with my balls. Rolling them, squeezing them, tugging them while I played with myself left handed. She moaned and it sounded like she was ready to do something new. Key pushed off me, she slid down my leg leaving little beads of her cum all along it, then crawled down into the footwell. I could never dream of fitting down there, but for her it was doable, if snug. My legs wrapped around her, like an awkward and silly kind of hug. She sat on my feet and her one hand was gently, firmly pushing my arm back. If I wasn't completely under her lead before, the start of the blowjob made it an absolute thing. I wasn't going to last long, but I tried my best. Now I confess: once or twice in my life I've done the push-down-their-heads at the climax of a blowjob thing. I know how unwelcome that gimmick is. I've never done it intentionally, but it does happen. You don't plan to, but some instinct just kicks in at the last second. It takes a bit of mindfulness to not go in for that knee-jerk reaction. But there was no risk of it here, and not just because Key was holding my arm back. It was the sheer - how do I put this? - control of the situation. She had it. To say I was at her mercy is a little bit extreme, but its on the right track. I guess the word here is domineering. And in that frame of mind, this plump little brown-haired woman had decided she was going to suck my cock, and that I was going to cum now, in her mouth, for her, and that I didn't have much actual say in any of this. Not that I minded, of course, or even had a mind to be contrary. It was a good plan, after all. I was really on board with it. No surprises there. When Key at last released me I was drained, truly and properly. I fell back far as the confining space allowed me to go, giddy and panting. Key eased her way up and over me back to her drivers seat. After a minute to just breath and remember how to brain she told me, kindly, to start with rubbing her again. The urgency was gone, though. In me for obvious reasons, but also in her. She seemed satisfied, though to this day I don't know if she had any orgasms herself. I was quite content to do as she wanted - even then, very inexperienced as I was, reciprocation meant a lot to me, as it still does - and just while away minutes and minutes more gently rubbing at her pussy. We did what little we could to clean up and shrugged back into our clothes. Naked people get cold, especially in cars. Key stole the blanket off Root casual as you place and we spread it between us, over our laps. The cramped little car - suddenly far more comfortable than it had been moments before, was taking me to sleep. It was nearly dawn already, and I fell asleep like that: the air rife with sex, my oblivious best friend in the back seat, and my hand still rubbing idly at the warmth and wetness of Keys pussy, just like she wanted me to do.

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