Sex stories

This summer, one Friday night after work, I hit the gym to keep in shape. Solid workout, quick shower—and like always, I sneak glances at the dicks in the locker room. Gets me a little worked up, but I head home.

Outside, I spot my ride—filthiest one in the lot. Embarrassing. It’s still light out, so I figure I’ve got time to hit the car wash. I get to it, but the wind’s wild, spraying water all over me. To keep from getting soaked, I peel off my T-shirt and stay in my shorts. That’s all I had on—no underwear. Washing my car butt-naked would’ve been hot, but out of respect, I kept the shorts.

I’m almost done—wash, rinse, wax—when a 208 GTI pulls up next to me. I still have time, so I grab the vacuum and start cleaning the inside. I’m facing the 208 as I work, and I spot the driver: an Arab dude in his thirties stepping out. Black shorts, tight white tank clinging to his lean muscles, and judging by the bulge swinging, nothing underneath. A gust of wind hits—he strips off his tank. I move to clean the trunk. Since I’ve got a commercial-style car, I have to climb inside to reach everything.

Between the locker room meat and this guy next to me, my horniness is spiking. I pull my shorts down just enough to show off some ass and climb in. From outside, it’s ass in the air—arched, bouncing while I vacuum. I take my time, moving in rhythm with him, sneaking glances. He looks over too, now and then.

He finishes waxing, I speed up to finish. I can see he’s half hard. Me too.

He gets back in his car and pulls up closer. I hop out of the trunk.
"Hey man, got a ?"
I grab one from the front seat, hand it to him, and we light up together.
"Thanks."
"No problem… Nice car!"
"Looks way better clean." We laugh.
"With this wind, hard not to end up soaked."

We finish our cigarettes. A car drives by. He hops back into his ride, lowers the window:
"Follow me."

I get in, start the engine, and follow him. I’m a little nervous—he’s a stranger, could rob me or worse—but the thrill wins out.

We park at the back of a nearby supermarket, totally empty this late. We get out, he lights another cig.
"I thought you didn’t have any."
"That was just an excuse to talk to you."
"Why?"
"Don’t tell me you weren’t trying to tease me with that ass halfway out your shorts in the trunk."

He slips a hand into his shorts, strokes his cock. I don’t say a word—just toss my cig, drop to my knees, pull his shorts to his ankles, and swallow his dick. It swells fast in my mouth—thick, long, delicious.
"I knew you were a slut. You like cock?"
I give him a deep throat as my answer. He starts face-fucking me, saliva dripping down my chin.

He pulls me up, kisses me, drops his shorts completely. Then he spins me around, squats down, yanks my shorts off, and starts eating my ass. I spread my legs and arch my back. Fuck, it feels incredible.

He stands up, presses his cock to my hole. With my spit, his tongue, and the thrill of getting off in the open, I’m fully ready. He slides in effortlessly.
"You're stretched out nice, bitch. Someone fucked you before, or am I turning you on that much?"
"It’s you—your dick is fucking amazing. Fuck me!"

He slams into me deep and hard, switches pace, speeds up. He lays me on my hood, lifts my legs, and I grip the edge so I don’t slide off. He kisses me, slides back in, pounds me like he owns it. I moan, totally loving it—and judging by the grin on his face, so is he.

I cum all over my chest without even touching myself. My ass tightens around him and sends him over the edge.
"Fuck, you’re one filthy bitch. I should wash my car more often."

I grab my shorts and hand them to him to clean off his dick. I wipe my chest and ass, still naked. He gets dressed. We one last cig.

"You should get dressed."
"I’ve got nothing to change into—didn’t plan on getting my ass fucked tonight."
He laughs and gives me his number.
"Text me tomorrow night. I’ve got something for you."