Backseat

We get in my car and continue to kiss. I can feel myself opening up. I want him so badly. We break away and I ask, “So...where should we go?”

David shrugs, still trying to kiss my neck as I pull out of the parking lot. I start driving while he gently strokes my hair.

We decide to park not far from his house, in the semi-full lot of the same restaurant where I first saw and fell in love with him almost ten years ago. It’s a crazy idea, but it’s the best we can do right now.

We start kissing again, frantically this time, trying to touch each other through our thick winter coats, grappling like wrestlers in the front seat of my SUV. I pull away from David and motion to the backseat. The seat folds down and increases the size of the trunk so that there’s just enough space for both of us back there. Plus, the rear windows are tinted, which affords us plenty of privacy.

We struggle for a minute to pull the seats down, and then we crawl into the back of the SUV like two teenagers. He drapes his body over mine and kisses me into the upholstery until I swear I’m about to melt. His right hand holds my face while his left arm cradles my head. I cannot move, cannot protest, cannot do anything but surrender to his firm, smooth tongue thrusting into my mouth. So this is what kissing is supposed to feel like. I haven’t experienced this in years. God, he is still so delicious!

My head is spinning. I don’t know what to do to him first. I suddenly feel like a novice at this. Finally, I order him to remove his shirt. He pulls his hoodie and t-shirt over his head and reveals his broad shoulders, well-defined chest and flat belly. An involuntary noise escapes my throat when I see his naked torso. He looks even better than I remember.

He lowers himself over me again and starts to gently bite my neck, pushing a few errant strands of my hair out of his way. I can do nothing but close my eyes and enjoy the sensations that his mouth is sending through me. He asks if he can taste me. I tell him no—I just want to have his lips on mine for as long as possible. He doesn’t put up a fight, instead goes right on kissing me.

Our hips grind back and forth together, slowly at first, then faster and faster until we’re crashing against each other. David's erection is rock-hard and throbbing against my stomach. He pushes my shirt up around my neck and caresses the tops of my breasts, then pulls them out of the cups of my bra and lovingly admires them. I lay beneath him and smile up at him, feeling vulnerable yet safe.

David looks me in the eye. "So beautiful," he whispers before beginning to sweetly suck each of my nipples, his face angelic. I shudder and squirm underneath his weight. He tells me to pull off one of my pant legs, and I comply—in fact, I can’t get it off fast enough! He slides his finger into me and I moan, tightening every muscle in my body.

“I want you to come tonight,” he whispers. “I want to send you home wet.”

I smile in the darkness. I know that I won’t come, but I appreciate the sentiment anyway. He skillfully manipulates his hand when I tell him to touch my clit. As soon as he does, I close my eyes and see stars flashing before me.

Soon, his fingers are slamming into me as my hips rise higher and higher to meet them. He asks if he’s hurting me, and I gasp, “No.” I am vaguely aware of the sensation of climax rising within me, but I know that I won’t come this way; I usually don’t. All I can think about right now is how much I want to feel him inside me. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask him breathlessly.

He pauses for a moment, then shakes his head, a regretful expression on his face. “Sorry, I don't. I wasn’t even thinking this would happen.” I have to believe this is an utter lie.

I pound my fists into the upholstery in complete frustration. “Damn it! Oh, God...I just want you inside me. But we need a condom...fuck!”

David looks contrite as he glances out the rear window of the SUV at the Wawa on the opposite corner of the pike. “We could go across the street and get them.”

“Forget it, next time,” I respond. “Just...lick me.”

He goes to work between my thighs with expertise and enthusiasm, distracting me from my disappointment over our lack of condoms. I pull my legs apart as far as possible within the confines of the SUV and his tongue delves deep into me, coming out occasionally to circle my clit. It feels divine. I recall how much this man enjoyed eating pussy when we were together. I used to tease him that he could teach a class on it. He still could, I decide.

I surprise myself by having a minor orgasm as he simultaneously licks and fingers me—it’s something I certainly didn’t expect to happen tonight—and then I am spent but eager to return the favor and please him. Mesmerized, I watch him as he slides his fingers out of me and begins to lick my juices from them with relish as he stares at me. I am surely going to explode from this. I can't imagine R. ever doing this.

We switch places and I straddle him, one leg still out of my jeans. I lean over him and kiss him deeply as my hands snake up and down his chest and stomach. “What can I do for you?” I purr as my hand grazes the button of his jeans.

“You’re almost there,” he whispers back, and I giggle as I undo his jeans and tug down his thin cotton boxer shorts. His enormous cock takes my breath away; it’s thick and long and quivering as I wrap my hand around it.

“You still have the finest piece of equipment I’ve ever seen,” I tell him with a smile.

"Thank you," he whispers back to me. "I shaved down there today just for you."

I start rubbing him up and down feeling like a beginner at this, just hoping he’s enjoying himself. I lick and kiss the breadth and length of his chest and stomach, flicking my tongue against his erect nipples.

He moans as my mouth travels lower and lower. I take him between my lips and swirl my tongue around his cock, occasionally looking up at his face. His eyes are mostly closed, but then he sees me watching him as I run my lips up and down his shaft. We maintain eye contact for several minutes as I suck him, and it just about sends me over the edge. Then he places one hand gently on the back of my head and guides me, never forcing me to go deeper than I can, just showing me the pace he likes.

I let my hands take over for my mouth as David pulls up my shirt again to expose my breasts. “I want you to come on me."

“Yeah?”

“Mmm-hmm. All over me.”

He moans as I increase the speed of my hand on him, pausing to lick my palm for lubrication. His breath comes out in short, violent puffs. As I jerk him off, I gently rub the head of his cock along the underside of my bare breasts. I hadn’t thought it was possible for him to get any harder, but he does, and I know that he is on the verge of orgasm. “You like that?” I whisper, biting my lower lip.

He doesn’t answer me at first, then suddenly says, “Are you ready?...Here I come.”

The force of David's climax is so strong that his teeth chatter, and he makes a lovely, strangled sound at the very end of it. It’s like music to my ears. I watch him with satisfaction. His orgasm seems to go on forever. When it finally subsides, he kisses me immediately, softly and sweetly this time, then sighs as he strokes my hair. “That was long overdue,” he repeats.

I smile and nod in agreement. “Yes, it was.”

He helps to clean me up. The windows of my SUV are completely fogged and opaque, a fact which we both remark upon simultaneously, then laugh together. Two halves of a whole. After we put ourselves back in some semblance of order, we cuddle up and kiss for a few minutes.

Finally, he says to me, “I guess you’ve got to get on the road.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “I guess so, and you’ve got to get home, too.”

Reluctantly, we crawl out the rear passenger door of the SUV and pull the backseat up to its original position. He hugs me for a long time, kisses me some more, and then tells me to drive home safely.

"I'd like to take you out dancing soon," he adds.

"Oooh, that would be great! God, I haven't been dancing..."

"...in forever," he finishes my sentence for me. "Me, neither."

"Okay," I reply. "Just let me know when you want to go."

I smile at him as I turn the key in the ignition and he hops out of the passenger seat. I wish him a good night, then I pull out of the parking lot and head home, watching the reflection of his silhouette get smaller and smaller in my rearview mirror, until he’s out of sight.