It’s funny, the things one remembers about their youth. Just this afternoon I was going through some old photographs, more out of nostalgia than the excuse I had made up of having to clean the closet where they were stored. I happened on a picture from the early days of my marriage that brought back a flood of memories. Oh, not the picture itself, more the time in which it was taken.
I was a young wife then, married to the Navy. Okay, my husband was in the Navy, but that really is the same thing, isn’t it? Those first years of marriage had passed as if in a dream. We were madly in love, and even in the discomforts of having to move from base to base, we managed to overcome our stresses and make the adjustments that all married couples need to make. Our sex life had always been strong, lively, and adventurous. Damn, but the things we used to do! The risks we used to take! But I felt I could trust Jim and knew he would never allow any harm to come to me. This made it easier for me to open up to him and willing to try the things that grew from our fantasies.
Well, like this one evening. I can remember it as though it was yesterday, and it was at least 20 years ago. Jim and I used to go out on weekends to local bars to relax and have a little fun. Of course, the Navy being what it is, we normally went to places were other Navy men hung out. I’m getting off track, excuse me. There was this one little place in particular. It was a little bit of a distance from base, but still held a big attraction for the guys. Jim and I decided to check it out one Saturday night. Jim had heard the place was low key, so I didn’t bother dressing up that night. Just a pair of jeans and a tank top. It was summer, and the night was balmy with only the barest trace of a breeze to fight off the humidity.
Jim was driving an old Impala at the time. The car gave him more grief than it was worth, but it was nice and roomy. Jim and I had certainly broken in both the front and back seats quite a few times! Well, we arrived at the bar, and Jim parked towards the back of the gravel lot. I looked curiously at him as there were still some places up near the door, though it looked as though the place was filling up quickly. Jim looked over at me and smiled, and I knew he had something planned for the evening.
“Jim? What’s up? I’ve seen that look in your eyes before and I know it means something!” I smiled at him from the dimness of my place in the front seat.
He didn’t respond immediately. He smiled at me, and then ran his finger across my cheek to my lips. He leaned in closer and his lips met mine. I fell into his kiss, bringing my hands up to caress his face and neck. He pulled away, but kept his fingers in my hair, smoothing it down my back.
“Carole, I want you to do something for me. I haven’t asked this of you before, but I really think this is something we will both enjoy. You up for it?”
I smiled at him. I could feel the familiar tingle between my thighs whenever he was about to suggest some new sexual adventure. I trusted Jim completely and knew I would go along with whatever exciting escapade he had planned. “What is it?” I asked.
“I can’t tell you. That’s part of what is going to make this so thrilling. Well?”
I searched his eyes, but in the dimness I could not find any answers there. My body was beginning to react, however, and I knew I was helpless but to give into him.
I nodded my head. “Yeah, okay. I’ll go along with it.”
“Good,” he replied, as his fingers continued to stroke my hair and neck. “Now, strip.”
“What? Here? Now?”
”Strip, Carole. Everything. Now.”
I quickly looked about the parking lot. Cars and trucks were arriving, but all were parking close to the entrance. I looked back at Jim and smiled. A little nervous and a little excited, I quickly whipped my tank top over my head exposing my full breasts to the warm night air. Jim grabbed the top from my hands and sat back, a smile playing on his lips. My excitement growing, I undid the waistband of my jeans and wiggled out of them. I handed them, along with my sandals, to Jim. I peeled my panties from my body and as I handed those to Jim as well, I saw him quickly bring them to his nose before smiling at me.
“Very good. And oh, so nice. I’ll be right back.”
My body was almost quivering with excitement and I watched excitedly as Jim got out of the driver’s door and walked back to the trunk, my clothes in his hands. Just what did he have planned? When he returned, he was carrying a towel, and something that appeared to be a piece of cardboard. He slid back into the driver’s seat and looked at me.
“Lift up, Carole.”
I looked at him curiously as I lifted myself slightly off of the seat. He placed the towel on the seat and then gently pushed me down.
“Carole, it is very important that you listen to what I say and do everything I tell you, okay?”
“Sure. You know I will.”
He smiled and leaned towards me with another kiss. This time I felt his fingers reach out and cup one breast before tweaking the nipple sharply. I gasped under his kiss and felt him smile.
“Good. Here –“ Jim placed a blindfold over my head and covered my eyes. It looked like one of those things that some people sleep with, but suddenly my world was dark. I could feel my heart thudding in my chest, the blood pumping through my ears. What was going to happen?
“Now, move lower on the seat. Just a little. Yes, that’s it, right there. Now, spread your legs. Wide. Wider!” Jim’s voice washed over me, and though I could feel myself becoming nervous, I willingly complied. “Now, I want you to place your hands on the seat next you, palms down. Yes, that’s it. Just like that.”
I could only picture in my mind what I must have looked like at that moment. Naked, blindfold covering my eyes, legs spread wide, and hands firmly planted on the seat beside me. I tried to smile, still uncertain just what he had in mind.
“You look so beautiful, baby. So hot.”
I gasped as I felt his lips on my nipple, kissing, sucking, and gently biting. I moved my hand to find his head, to caress his face, when suddenly the mouth left my nipple. I felt his hand on mine, pushing it back to the seat.
“Baby, I want you to stay in this position until I get back, okay? Just like this. Don’t move – no matter what happens. Do you understand?”
I could feel just a twinge of uncertainty rising in me. Jim was leaving me like this? Here in the parking lot? But where was he going – and why? But a tiny voice in my brain told me that Jim would not simply leave me here. I knew him better than that.
“O – okay, Jim. Sure. But where are you going?”
”Don’t worry about me. I’ll be back before you know I was ever gone.”
I heard the driver side door open and then slam shut. I could hear Jim as he walked on the gravel around to the passenger side of the car. I half expected him to open the door, but instead heard something that seemed to do with the windshield. Then I heard his steps fade into the distance. I was alone. Alone, naked, without sight, and in the middle of a parking lot. Could I be seen? Was I seen? Granted, I had scooted to the edge of the seat, but was my nakedness visible to anyone? At once I felt nervous, excited, fear, and longing. I could feel my nipples begin to tighten and my pussy begin to tingle. I so desperately wanted to touch myself, to rub my fingers over my sex and feel the wetness I knew was there. But Jim might be just a short distance away, watching, seeing if I were following what he asked of me. So, I stayed in that position, and waited.
Time had no meaning for me, and I didn’t know how long it had been since Jim had left. I was beginning to think he wasn’t returning soon, when I suddenly heard footsteps on gravel approach the car. I smiled and heaved a sigh of relief. I imagined him walking up to the window and whispering something totally hot into my ear before we went somewhere to fuck like crazy.
The footsteps stopped outside the window of the car, but there was no voice. “Jim?” I barely whispered. There was no answer. I felt fingers on my right shoulder touching my skin lightly before tracing lower. I held my breath. I knew my husband’s touch, and this wasn’t it. “Who are you?” I demanded. But the fingers continued their path, circling my breast, growing closer to the nipple. I was breathing heavily now and knew I must be pushing my breast into the hand that had now begun to squeeze the firm flesh. I was tempted to lift the blindfold and see who this person was. Just then, his fingers found my nipple, and he began to roll it between his fingers. A jolt of electricity fired into my pussy and my fingers pressed into the upholstery of the seat. I could feel my nipple growing beneath his touch. I cried out softly as he pulled the nipple from my body and then let my breast bounce back. I could hear him breathing heavily, and felt his presence as he leaned into the window.
“Damn, but you are fucking hot!” The strange voice whispered into my ear. The thought that a complete stranger had found me naked and was touching me in the darkness of my husband’s car was causing my body to react to his touch. I could feel an instant wetness between my thighs as I realized this man was looking at me, touching me, enjoying the sight of me. I felt his hand move lower, across my belly to the soft down of my pussy hair. I felt his fingers tug softly at the hairs, and gasped, my hips moving towards his hands. Suddenly, his fingers were in my pussy, poking, probing, and sliding against the slick lips. As his fingers pinched my clit, I cried out as my hands clutched at the seat.
“Hey, Tom! Tom! C’mon! What are you doing, man?” I heard a voice call from across the parking lot, and my heart froze.
“You guys gotta see this! This is incredible! Quick!” The voice attached to the fingers probing my wet pussy yelled back.
“What is it? What’s up?”
”Just come on over. You ain’t gonna believe this!”
”Just come on over. You ain’t gonna believe this!”
I began to tremble at the thought of another person seeing me this way. Yet, at the same time, I could feel my excitement growing. I heard the crunch of gravel and the combination of voices – there must have been 2 more guys approaching.
“What’s up, Tom? Hey, what’s this?”
”Yeah, I know. And it’s for real. Look at her. Damn, but she is hot! And juicy – just check out that cunt!”
My mind whirled at his words. Knowing his friends were looking on only increased my excited shame.
“Jeezus! Shit, is this for real?”
I suddenly felt the first set of fingers pull away to be replaced by a second set. These were not as gentle – they pinched and poked. Greedily they covered my pussy, rubbing my wetness back and forth, before I felt them ram into my cunt. I threw my head back against the seat and cried out softly. The fingers were fucking my pussy and my hips were moving against them. I could feel my wetness building, flowing over his fingers. Suddenly, I felt another set of fingers on my breasts, squeezing the nipples and pulling at the sensitive skin. My mind was whirling, my body becoming a bundle of nerves, simply feeling.
The fingers ramming my cunt were fucking me, making me respond. I would need to cum soon. Then the fingers were withdrawn and my mind screamed for more. I could hear the owner of those fingers suck on them, even as the second set of fingers delved into my cunt, pushing into me.
“Damn, she tastes sweet! We can’t fuck her, huh? Goddamn, but I bet she’s a good fuck. Look at her. You want to be fucked, don’t you, sweet cunt?”
I was powerless to answer with the fingers pounding my cunt. I fought the desire to bring my thighs together, to rub until my clit found the satisfaction it needed.
“God, look at her! She’s so fucking turned on by having her cunt fucked, she can’t even say anything!”
It was true. My voice failed me as those fingers kept pounding my hot, burning, pussy. I was moving against them, wanting them even deeper. I was so close to cumming, so close to going over the edge. I didn’t want him to stop, and murmured for him to continue, to not stop.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but I want a cunt I can fuck with my cock. Thanks for the warm up, though.” And with that the fingers were removed suddenly. I gasped at my now empty, aching pussy. “But you do taste so fucking sweet. Wish there could be more, but the sign says no.”
Sign? What sign? What was he talking about? I could hear their footsteps moving away from the car, their jokes of needing to cum now ringing in my ears. I was so close to cumming that I almost moved my hands to my pussy just to give me relief. However, before I could do so, I heard a car pull up next to the Impala. I cringed slightly, then wondered if the driver would even notice me. I heard the sounds of doors opening and closing, the voices of two men talking of the need to get drunk and laid. I heard their footsteps begin to fade, and then I heard the sounds of one stopping.
“Hey, what’s that? Over there, on that Impala – see it?”
“Yeah, I see it. So what? Some jerkoff’s version of a bad joke. Come on, the girls are inside, just waiting for us.”
”No, wait a minute. Let me check it out.”
I heard footsteps approach once more, and stop just short of the window.
“Shit! This is for real! Damn, you should see what’s sitting in the front seat just waiting to be felt up!”
I felt a presence lean into the car, felt eyes staring at me.
“You alone, hon? My, but you do look fine. Very fine!” I felt a hand roughly grab my breast, squeezing down hard until I yelped. “Yeah, that’s what I like. You like getting felt up? You like having men do this to you?”
I vaguely heard the sound of other footsteps approaching, and then stopping.
“What the hell? Well, I’ll be damned!”
”Yeah, and look at this snatch! Damn, she is fucking wet! Don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman that wet before.” I felt fingers plunging into my softness as a finger rubbed my clit. I no longer cared who was just outside the window. I needed to cum. I began to move my hips against his fingers, feeling him fuck me deeper. New fingers were on my breasts, squeezing and pinching. I grabbed the seat under me and began to frantically rub my clit against the finger that was stroking it. I could feel a warmth spread through my body – I was so fucking close.
“Please, don’t stop,” I pleaded. “I need to cum, have to cum. Please!”
“Yeah, you cum for us, slut, we want to see that!”
His words sunk into my brain, and I began to work my hips over his hands. The other fingers were toying with my nipples, and my body felt hot. I felt my orgasm build. As his fingers continued to press against my clit, I raised my hips to meet him and felt my body tense. Then, suddenly I was thrown over the edge into a sea of complete pleasure. My mind exploded as my body spasmed under his touch. I shook and quivered even as I cried out my pleasure. I could feel my pussy gush wetness over his fingers and knew it must be soaking into the towel beneath me. I heard, vaguely, the stranger urging me on, encouraging me, but I needed none of it. I was cumming harder than I had in a long time, and finally when my pleasure began to subside, I began to realize that I was sitting in my husband’s car and a complete stranger had just plunged me into the depths of pleasure.
“Damn, you are so fucking hot! Look at this, Steve, look how wet this whore got!” I felt the fingers leave my cunt, then felt them pressed against my lips. “Lick them, whore. Show me how much you like the taste of yourself.” Eagerly, I slurped the fingers between my lips and sucked down hard, enjoying the taste of my juices.
“After this, I gotta go get laid,” I heard the owner of the other voice say. “Shit, I am so fucking hard now I’m ready to pop my jeans!”
I felt a hand stroke my cheek. “You are fine, so fine. I hope you’re still here when I get out, cause I would love to have more of you.”
I heard their footsteps fade away, and then heard their voices talking to other people. I heard laughter and then the approach of footsteps once again. Over and over, a steady stream of men gathered at the window of the Impala, their fingers searching and probing and plunging deep within me. I had lost count of how many men approached, but my pussy was dripping and my nipples tender and sore. I knew I was on display as if I were some whore, yet I could not deny the fact that I was completely aroused and needed more. Oh so much more. I needed to have my pussy filled and stretched by cock, the feel of a man pounding his hips into mine as I moved and squirmed beneath him.
It took a while before I realized there had been a lull in men coming to the window of the car. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but it seemed hours. Then I heard the footsteps of yet another person approach. My body began to ready itself in anticipation of the touch of another stranger’s fingers. Instead, I heard a noise against the windshield, and my mind became suddenly alert. Had some one called the authorities? I heard the footsteps fade, and then come around the other side of the car. I heard the driver side door open, heard a body slide onto the seat, and I was about to remove the blindfold and start screaming, when a familiar voice came to me from that side of the car.
“Well, did you enjoy yourself, babe? You know, I watched it all. I watched every single man who walked up to that window. Are you hot and ready for me now?” Jim reached over, sliding his hand down over my stomach to my pussy. His fingers glided easily along the slick lips. “What is this? Do you realize how wet you are? Even the towel under you is soaked. Did you enjoy those men touching you, feeling you, enjoying you? Did you enjoy playing the slut for them and for me?”
I could only whimper at his touch, my body pressing against his fingers. I wanted him, I needed him, and right now.
“What is it? Are you still horny? Do you want to feel my cock in that wet snatch of yours? Filling you, fucking you, giving you what all those men were not allowed to? Is that what my whore wants and needs? Tell me!”
“Yes, Jim. Please, I need you to fuck me. I need to be fucked hard and fast and now!”
I felt his fingers leave my pussy, and then felt them against my face as he lifted the blindfold from my eyes. I looked into his eyes and saw what he must have seen in mine – lust burning brightly. His fingers traced a pattern down my neck to my breasts, then sharply pinched an already tender nipple. I cried out more from pleasure than pain.
“Please, Jim. I need you now. I’m so ready to be fucked,” I whispered into the dimness of the car.
“Yes, I know you are, and you will get what you want. Here, feel this.” He placed my hand on his cock, and I could feel it stiff and hard under the jeans he wore. He looked at me and smiled. “I watched it all. I watched how you were being felt up like some little whore, and you were incredible.”
He reached down and started the car and carefully pulled out of the parking stall. Not able to control myself, I reached over and quickly undid the waistband of his jeans and then the zipper. Gently grabbing his cock, I pulled it from his jeans and let my fingers run over it lightly. It was hard and the veins were beginning to bulge on the sides. I slid one nail along the shaft and heard Jim inhale sharply. Reaching down, I ran my tongue over the head of his cock, just under the ridge that formed below the head. I tickled that sensitive little spot on the underside and felt him bob involuntarily. As my lips kissed the tip of his cock, I could taste the pre-cum beginning to accumulate, and I began to suck it from him. I teased the hole of his cock, trying to urge more of his sweetness from his body.