happy.ger
07-03-2014, 10:58 PM
Confession #1
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I had to.” He whispered into my ear as he pressed up against me from behind, trapping me against the side of his car. His left hand gently caressing my thigh through my skirt as his right hand brushing against the curve of my breast.
As his hand cupped over my breast, I felt my nipples harden and a soft moan escape my lips. The entire evening was like a prelude to this present moment. The idle chit chat over dinner to welcome the new intern at the office, the exchange of work talk over one drink too many, but all the time, I was aware of the looks he gave me. Each time, I looked right back at him and smiled.
Michael sat diagonally across the table for the evening, and I could feel his desire oozing out of every pore. His thoughts centered on undressing me and lusting after his favourite part of me. You could tell that he was slightly irritated by the barrage of questions from the gossip girls in the office. They were trying to get his attention, but he had his mind on something else. I engaged in the girls’ chit chat, but found little satisfaction.
I restrained my sigh of relief when the evening’s dinner came to an end with echos of endless “goodbyes” and “see you in the office tomorrow”. I was almost delirious with excitement, manifested by my innermost folds bathed in moisture – I knew that my night had finally begun.
He offered to drive me home since it was “on the way” and I naturally accepted. Even during the drive he showed tremendous restraint, only allowing himself to rest his hand on my thigh as he drove. He kept the conversation light, but I was distracted by how my body was getting so sensitive to his warm hand on my thigh.
He pulled into an empty lot between two trucks in an open-air carpark and we got out. He walked over to the passenger side and now we stood in the dimly-lit carpark. He grinded against me, pushing my hair aside to gain access to my neck. My nipples were hard little buds, brushing the underside of my satin bra, sending electrical charges coursing through me. He nibbled on my earlobes and I closed my eyes and moaned my pleasure.
“I can’t stay out too long, my wife will notice.”
I nodded and turned to face him. I unbuttoned my shirt to reveal my 38C breasts to him. He fixed his eyes on my breasts and drew me closer to him. He kissed his way down to my breasts and his fingers undid my bra in record time. He did not toss it aside, but held it to his nose, taking deep breaths while he watched me grab and massaged my breasts and played with my nipples.
He tossed the bra to the top of the car and proceeded to feast on my breasts. I was fair and in the dim light, my skin looked like it was faintly glowing. He tongued each nipple in turn, sucking on it and his moans mixed with mine. I ran my hands through his hair, urging him to suck harder. I was writhing under his tongue, I wanted him.
“Please, now.” I moaned.
His mouth never left my breasts, but the sound of him fumbling to undo his belt, unzipping his pants excited me even more. “Fuck me, fuck me now.” I was in a frenzy. He opened the door to the backseat and I laid down, hiking my skirt to my hips. He knelt down, to get ready to eat my pussy but I didn’t care for it. My voice was trembling with sexual urgency, “No need dear, please please please, just fuck me.” He smiled as he positioned himself, he was rock hard, and he was ready. He held his cock in his hand and slid it along the slippery length of my pussy and gasped, “You were not wearing anything underneath?” He smiled his approval, coating his cock with my juices. His actions nearly made me cry out.
He entered me. Slowly, inch by inch, and I moaned “Yessssss.” I could feel the ridges of his hard cock teasing my pussy. Wave and wave of pleasure just washed over me. I grabbed my breasts and massaged one while I pinched the nipple of the other. It turned him on even more. He said softly, but it did not escape my ears, “Fuck, you are so sexy Cammi.” He started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bit down on my lip in case I screamed.
We needed to come. He rocked himself back and forth, thrusting himself into my wet folds as he caressed my thighs. The wet sound of our bodies coming together (the sexiest sound ever) mixed with our moans and gasps. It echoed through the carpark and we did not care. He was thrusting deeper and I was moaning loudly and with one last thrust, he withdrew himself and came on me. Suddenly, he entered me one more time and I came – hard. My orgasms always shook me to my very core and Michael loved feeling me orgasm around him. He moaned too. He helped me out of the backseat and shakily on my feet and kissed me as he continued kneading my breasts.
As I leaned on his shoulder to catch my breath and enjoyed my buzz from the sex and his continued tonguing of my sensitive nipples.
My name is Cammi and I love sex.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I had to.” He whispered into my ear as he pressed up against me from behind, trapping me against the side of his car. His left hand gently caressing my thigh through my skirt as his right hand brushing against the curve of my breast.
As his hand cupped over my breast, I felt my nipples harden and a soft moan escape my lips. The entire evening was like a prelude to this present moment. The idle chit chat over dinner to welcome the new intern at the office, the exchange of work talk over one drink too many, but all the time, I was aware of the looks he gave me. Each time, I looked right back at him and smiled.
Michael sat diagonally across the table for the evening, and I could feel his desire oozing out of every pore. His thoughts centered on undressing me and lusting after his favourite part of me. You could tell that he was slightly irritated by the barrage of questions from the gossip girls in the office. They were trying to get his attention, but he had his mind on something else. I engaged in the girls’ chit chat, but found little satisfaction.
I restrained my sigh of relief when the evening’s dinner came to an end with echos of endless “goodbyes” and “see you in the office tomorrow”. I was almost delirious with excitement, manifested by my innermost folds bathed in moisture – I knew that my night had finally begun.
He offered to drive me home since it was “on the way” and I naturally accepted. Even during the drive he showed tremendous restraint, only allowing himself to rest his hand on my thigh as he drove. He kept the conversation light, but I was distracted by how my body was getting so sensitive to his warm hand on my thigh.
He pulled into an empty lot between two trucks in an open-air carpark and we got out. He walked over to the passenger side and now we stood in the dimly-lit carpark. He grinded against me, pushing my hair aside to gain access to my neck. My nipples were hard little buds, brushing the underside of my satin bra, sending electrical charges coursing through me. He nibbled on my earlobes and I closed my eyes and moaned my pleasure.
“I can’t stay out too long, my wife will notice.”
I nodded and turned to face him. I unbuttoned my shirt to reveal my 38C breasts to him. He fixed his eyes on my breasts and drew me closer to him. He kissed his way down to my breasts and his fingers undid my bra in record time. He did not toss it aside, but held it to his nose, taking deep breaths while he watched me grab and massaged my breasts and played with my nipples.
He tossed the bra to the top of the car and proceeded to feast on my breasts. I was fair and in the dim light, my skin looked like it was faintly glowing. He tongued each nipple in turn, sucking on it and his moans mixed with mine. I ran my hands through his hair, urging him to suck harder. I was writhing under his tongue, I wanted him.
“Please, now.” I moaned.
His mouth never left my breasts, but the sound of him fumbling to undo his belt, unzipping his pants excited me even more. “Fuck me, fuck me now.” I was in a frenzy. He opened the door to the backseat and I laid down, hiking my skirt to my hips. He knelt down, to get ready to eat my pussy but I didn’t care for it. My voice was trembling with sexual urgency, “No need dear, please please please, just fuck me.” He smiled as he positioned himself, he was rock hard, and he was ready. He held his cock in his hand and slid it along the slippery length of my pussy and gasped, “You were not wearing anything underneath?” He smiled his approval, coating his cock with my juices. His actions nearly made me cry out.
He entered me. Slowly, inch by inch, and I moaned “Yessssss.” I could feel the ridges of his hard cock teasing my pussy. Wave and wave of pleasure just washed over me. I grabbed my breasts and massaged one while I pinched the nipple of the other. It turned him on even more. He said softly, but it did not escape my ears, “Fuck, you are so sexy Cammi.” He started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bit down on my lip in case I screamed.
We needed to come. He rocked himself back and forth, thrusting himself into my wet folds as he caressed my thighs. The wet sound of our bodies coming together (the sexiest sound ever) mixed with our moans and gasps. It echoed through the carpark and we did not care. He was thrusting deeper and I was moaning loudly and with one last thrust, he withdrew himself and came on me. Suddenly, he entered me one more time and I came – hard. My orgasms always shook me to my very core and Michael loved feeling me orgasm around him. He moaned too. He helped me out of the backseat and shakily on my feet and kissed me as he continued kneading my breasts.
As I leaned on his shoulder to catch my breath and enjoyed my buzz from the sex and his continued tonguing of my sensitive nipples.
My name is Cammi and I love sex.