Beach Trip At Night Part Two: In The Car

At night on the beach, I had brought my boyfriend Shane to a powerful orgasm. I was close to cumming myself, but as usual we finished when he finished. I was both quite horny and upset.

When we reached the parked car, which was hidden off the side of the road, I said, “Shane, I have a favor to ask of you. Get in the back seat with me and fucking blow my mind.” I was stripping off my clothes as soon as the words left my mouth, not waiting for his answer. By the time that he opened the back door, I was completely naked, my clothes on the ground beside the car. Getting in, I scurried to the other side, leaning my back up against the door with both feet on the seat facing him. I spread my legs wide, and used one hand to spread my pussy lips so that he could see the wet, horny mess that I was in. With the other hand, I was working my nipples aggressively, pinching, twisting, flicking, anything that I could to amp up the intensity. Still Shane stood there in a bit of a daze. In a slow commanding voice I said, “get in the car, close the door, rub my pussy, and don’t stop until I tell you.”

Shane was slow in some ways but could follow directions. From earlier conversations, I knew that cunnilingus was beyond his comfort zone. He didn’t even want me to perform oral sex on him. I told him to move his fingers around on my pussy lips. He was being way too slow and tentative, so I told him to put a finger inside. That felt better, especially when I pulled my head back, closed my eyes, and remembered the feeling twenty minutes earlier of the base of his cock on my pussy. I twisted both of my nipples with my fingers. I told him, “Now two fingers.” In my emotional state, I decided to be loud and cuss. “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah”--one fuck yeah with every thrust of his fingers.

I could feel the orgasm building, and I absolutely didn’t want it to be cut short again. I moved my hand to my clit to rub it furiously as he fucked me with his fingers. That sent me over the cliff, and a huge wave cascaded over my body. Knowing that we were safely secluded, I yelled. Tears streamed down my face from the emotional release. 

Shane said, “That was the sexiest damn thing I have ever seen. I’m as hard as a diamond. Would you like to stroke my dick again?” I paused, opened the side door so that I could recover my clothes, and said, “Actually, not really. I just want to go home.” I knew at that moment that this was my last date with Shane.

The ride home was quiet. I left a few buttons undone at the top of my shirt and put my thong in the beach bag. As he drove down the main island road, I placed my sandy feet wide on the dashboard, pulled up my skirt, and gently fondled my naked pussy. My other hand went to my breast, squeezing it rhythmically as the intensity of my pussy rubbing increased. Shane looked over, laughed, and said, “You are amazingly wild and sexy tonight. You’re always surprising me.” But I didn’t care what he thought anymore. I was pleasuring myself, not performing for him. I orgasmed once or twice on the ride back but with less intensity than before. I kept quiet so that Shane wouldn't know.