I had been masturbating pretty regularly for a couple years, but what got me hot had always been either a crush I had or some type of media, aways abstract, never directly because of another person's actions. This all changed one fateful night when I went on a date with Oliver.
I had met Oliver through a friend of a friend, and he had asked me out on a date. Now I had not been on many dates at that point, and he suggested that we go to this gelato place across town and I agreed. The date went well enough, I won't bore y'all with all the details. After we had eaten our gelato, he drove me home, and parked around the corner from my house. Then he leaned in and kissed me, hard. We continued to make out for about 30 minutes on and off, and it was so freaking hot. I wasn't comfortable doing anything more on the first date, so I said I had to leave, but boy was I wet.
I practically sprinted down the block to my house and made a beeline for my room. I threw off my shorts and settled down in my bed. Now I had been horny plenty of times before, but something about this felt different, deeper almost. My left hand went to my clit, while my right pinched my already hard nipples. I just kept thinking about what Oliver would have done to me if I had stayed in that car. My right hand then inserted two fingers into my sopping cunt. I squirmed in delight as I felt myself getting closer to orgasm as I fucked myself hard. Then, with a gasp, my pelvis jerked upwards as I came with intensity.
Since then, I've always had a soft spot for being naughty in cars, as it always makes me feel that special kind of horny. Happy jacking and jilling!
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