Cab Ride After Dark

The rain hammered against the corrugated metal of the parking garage, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. My wife, Sarah, was a vision in a sheer, crimson summer dress, the fabric clinging to her lithe form as she walked. The dim, flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows, highlighting the curve of her hips and the tantalizing sway of her legs. They taunted me, a constant, delicious ache in the back of my mind. As we navigated the labyrinth of parked vehicles, I felt an overwhelming urge to possess her, to lose myself in the intoxicating scent of her skin and the warmth of her body.

We found the truck, a hulking, charcoal-gray pickup truck, tucked away in a dark corner of the garage. It wasn't a luxury vehicle, just a sturdy workhorse, but tonight, it felt like the ultimate symbol of our shared desires. I unlocked the door, the metallic click echoing in the confined space, and slid into the driver’s seat. Sarah followed, her movements graceful and deliberate. She pulled out a peppermint stick, popping it into her mouth and offering me a playful glance. As I reached for the ignition, she placed her hand over mine, a silent command that sent a jolt of anticipation through me.

Leaning over the center console, she began making out with me, her tongue a fiery serpent exploring the landscape of my lips. The scent of peppermint mingled with the natural musk of her body, creating a heady, intoxicating aroma. Undoing my belt, I pulled down my zipper, revealing the thick, powerful member that lay within. Sarah’s eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight, then she eagerly began playing with it, her fingers tracing the length of my shaft, sending shivers down my spine.

Before I knew it, her lips returned, pressing themselves against the head of my cock, sliding down my shaft with unrestrained passion. The tingling sensation, enhanced by the cool air and the anticipation, was overwhelming. I caught my breath, lost in the intensity of the moment. The peppermint stick fell from her mouth, forgotten in the heat of the encounter.

She pulled away, a gust of air brushing against my skin, a momentary pause that only heightened my desire. Again, she descended, a slow, deliberate exploration that built the tension to an unbearable level. She added a slight pressure, sucking gently on my member as she slid her mouth off, leaving a tantalizing trail of saliva. As she pulled me out, a slurpy pop reverberated through my body, sending a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me. I felt like I was losing control, succumbing to the primal urges that simmered beneath my conscious mind.

Her hand grasped my shaft, pulling me up and down with an insistent rhythm, her big, gorgeous eyes locked on mine, her tongue flitting tantalizingly beneath my cock. She was becoming more and more animated, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she worked me with increasing fervor. With one swift, deep dive, she pressed her lips against the back of my throat, holding on with unwavering determination. She held it for an eternity, savoring the sensation, before finally pulling back, gasping for air.

Then, with a swift movement, she yanked up her dress, pulling down her panties to reveal smooth, pale legs. She slid them off her feet and tossed them onto the floorboard of the truck, a gesture both playful and provocative. Crawling into the back cab, she pulled on my shirt, urging me to follow. Without hesitation, I abandoned the keys in the ignition and scrambled after her.

Inside the cab, she positioned her knees in the seat, leaning forward over the console and resting her weight on my shoulders. I slipped behind her, carefully maneuvering myself between her legs, pulling up her dress until it gathered above the small of her back. Her perfect, sculpted ass wiggled as she adjusted her position, bracing herself against the console. I placed each hand on the front seats, easing my hips toward her cheeks, anticipating the explosion of pleasure that was about to erupt. When the head of my penis met her wet lips, I plunged in without hesitation, completely surrendering to the moment.

“Ughhh,” she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure as I entered her.

I was lost within her, completely consumed by the sensation. The truck began to rock slightly, as if responding to the intensity of our encounter. We didn't notice anyone approaching, too engrossed in our shared pleasure to care. I pulled out my cock and slapped her on the backside with it, a playful gesture that only intensified her response. And we continued, thrusting in the same position, moaning and breathing so heavily that the windows began to fog up, obscuring our surroundings. We were oblivious to the outside world, lost in a private, passionate universe of our own creation.

For several minutes, we continued our frantic dance, thrusting in that same position until I felt the inevitable urge to release. But instead of finishing inside of her, I pulled out and sat back in the seat. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto me, resuming our intertwined positions. As she lowered herself onto me and began riding me slowly, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back onto my shoulder, sucking and kissing her neck as she made love to me like a good cowgirl.

She slid off me and flipped around, riding me again while facing me. This wasn't a time for slowness; she wasn’t making love to me anymore. She just wanted to fuck me now. As she slammed her hips down hard on me, I could feel my throbbing cock about to explode. She knew it, and wasn’t stopping for anything.

“Ohhh, my God, baby. Yes! Keep doing that. Oh yeahhh,” I groaned, surrendering completely to the pleasure.

Each time she came down hard on me, she would breathe out a single word, a breathless whisper that intensified my anticipation.

“You … like … that … don’t … you? Oh … yes … you … do. Mm … mm … mm … yeah.”

I was nearing the brink of losing control, my muscles tensing, my senses heightened beyond measure. In a matter of seconds, I lost all restraint, erupting inside my wife. And she didn't stop until every last drop of cum was deep inside of her.

When it was obvious my intense orgasm had subsided, she hopped off and lay on her back in the seat, grabbing my face and guiding it down between her legs.

I devoured her completely. As my cum ran out of her pussy, I licked and sucked on her clit, driving her wild.

Growing more and more tense, and pulling my hair as I went down on her, she was on the verge of losing it. The fast, rhythmic dance of my mouth sent her into a tornado of pleasure, emotional release, and euphoria. Squealing a high-pitched “Yeeeeesss!” and squeezing my face with her legs, she came and came. It was almost violent, a raw, uninhibited expression of pure desire. Then, like a tempest leaving a drenched landscape in its path, her orgasm finally ended.

I collapsed on top of her, and we lay there completely taken with love for each other, covered in my cum, her fluids, and our sweat. The rain continued to fall, a soothing soundtrack to our intimate moment.

Suddenly, we heard the rumble of a car approaching. Looking up, we saw a dark sedan pulling up next to us, blocking out the rain. Someone had been watching. We exchanged a nervous glance, the realization hitting us simultaneously. Had someone been in that car all along? We had no idea, but the presence of another vehicle shattered the illusion of privacy we had created.

Without hesitation, we cleaned up with a spare towel we keep in the truck for such times and put our clothes back on. We climbed into the truck and drove home, both of us feeling a strange mixture of exhilaration and unease. As we lay in bed that night, dreaming of our time together, we couldn't shake the feeling that we had stumbled into something bigger than ourselves. The memory of the rain, the truck, and the intrusion of the unknown car would linger in our minds long after the last vestiges of pleasure had faded. The encounter had left us both breathless and wanting more, but also wary of the potential consequences of our actions. The world outside our secluded garage might never understand the raw, unbridled passion we had unleashed within its confines.

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