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Anon's Submission Part One
I begin to wonder if maybe I annoyed you with too many emails. The sun drops lower on the horizon and a few car horns bleep as the first cartoon flickers to life on the big white screen. I begin to wonder if you are going to actually show. There are only a few spaces left in the row. My heart sinks even faster than the setting sun as a car slides into the space next to mine. So much for our rendezvous, as I begin to glance over and expect to see a family out to enjoy the double feature. I take a deep breath and try to stop my once sinking heart from jumping out of my chest.
You are smiling. You stop next to me and roll down the window. "Were you beginning to think I was just teasing you?"
"No," I try to lie, but cannot contain my anticipation.
"I am really sorry, I had a hard time getting out of the house - everyone wants Mom to fix something."
The people in the car next to yours "shush" us and we giggle.
I see something in your eyes that lights me on fire as you whisper "Tonight a want to be something other than a Mom. Do you think you can help me with that?"
I swallow nervously, "Sure. Hop in."
You slide into the passenger seat and I am suddenly conscious of your smell; the smell of sun that is sweet on your buttery skin. I realize that you have slid closer to me than is really necessary. I swallow again. "This is silly, but uhhm. . . What's your name?"
"No names. For tonight-just call me Chelea." I notice that you don't ask for mine. Out of the corner of my eye I can see your breasts jiggling slightly as you get comfortable in the seat. You catch my sidelong glance and smile slightly. I look away, embarrassed. "You've never done this before--sex with a a stranger you met online--have you." It is a statement, not a question. I look back at you, more directly this time, and see that you have turned ever so slightly towards me, and have inched almost imperceptibly closer. I feel my mouth go slightly dry. I cannot keep from looking at your breasts. I begin to imagine...No! Things like this just don't happen! There is always a catch. I really half expected us to simply watch the movie and chat.
I am both thrilled and frightened by your aggressive pace. I glance around the auto theater. There are hundreds of cars around us. I am both excited and nervous. I feel a light sweat on my upper lip. I roll down the window. We watch the beginning of the first movie for a moment in silence. You cross your legs and you have moved slightly closer. Your left hand is on the seat next to your thigh. With another sidelong glance I can see that the top button on your blouse is undone. Was it like that before? I realize that you are looking intently at my face. Do you see what I am thinking? If I move the slightest bit, I am sure my erection will burst through my pants. So I sit very still and watch the movie very carefully and slowly.
You lean very close to me, looking up into my face. The impish smile nearly disappears as you lay your head against my shoulder, searching my face. I stroke your cheek with my palm and gently bend down to kiss your soft, full lips. Suddenly your arms are around me, your mouth wide open, tongue probing. Your body presses insistently against me, your hands are moving up and down my back, stroking and gripping at my muscles as I try to move around in the seat under the steering wheel. I am certain my body is going to explode. Suddenly you stop. You draw slightly away from me. Your cheeks are slightly flushed, and you are breathing heavily through parted lips. Your firm breasts strain against the light fabric of your blouse, erect nipples challenging me. You cross your arms and reach slowly for the bottom of it and pull it over your head. Your breasts, now free closed space of the vehicle dazzle me. I suddenly remember that while the windows are tinted, I had rolled my down slightly.
I reach over and depress the button to raise the glass. I feel your hand slide along my thigh and I lose my breath, a half sob, really, as I gaze at you there. You come to me again and take my head in both your hands, drawing my mouth first to one breast, then the other. Greedily I run my tongue over the nipples, feeling them harden at the touch. You pull my head harder to you, as though you want me to devour you. I am aware of the salty-sweet taste of your sweat. Your breast fills my mouth. Suddenly, panting, you push me away. Your eyes cloudy with desire and yearning, your hands move to the top of your jeans. Slowly you lower the zipper, and begin to wiggle out of them in the seat. They drop to the floorboards of the Explorer. Keeping your eyes on mine, you slip out of your panties and lean back on the seat before me, naked. Your legs slightly apart, you move your right hand over your dark pubis and stroke the mound.
--TO BE CONTINUED--
You are smiling. You stop next to me and roll down the window. "Were you beginning to think I was just teasing you?"
"No," I try to lie, but cannot contain my anticipation.
"I am really sorry, I had a hard time getting out of the house - everyone wants Mom to fix something."
The people in the car next to yours "shush" us and we giggle.
I see something in your eyes that lights me on fire as you whisper "Tonight a want to be something other than a Mom. Do you think you can help me with that?"
I swallow nervously, "Sure. Hop in."
You slide into the passenger seat and I am suddenly conscious of your smell; the smell of sun that is sweet on your buttery skin. I realize that you have slid closer to me than is really necessary. I swallow again. "This is silly, but uhhm. . . What's your name?"
"No names. For tonight-just call me Chelea." I notice that you don't ask for mine. Out of the corner of my eye I can see your breasts jiggling slightly as you get comfortable in the seat. You catch my sidelong glance and smile slightly. I look away, embarrassed. "You've never done this before--sex with a a stranger you met online--have you." It is a statement, not a question. I look back at you, more directly this time, and see that you have turned ever so slightly towards me, and have inched almost imperceptibly closer. I feel my mouth go slightly dry. I cannot keep from looking at your breasts. I begin to imagine...No! Things like this just don't happen! There is always a catch. I really half expected us to simply watch the movie and chat.
I am both thrilled and frightened by your aggressive pace. I glance around the auto theater. There are hundreds of cars around us. I am both excited and nervous. I feel a light sweat on my upper lip. I roll down the window. We watch the beginning of the first movie for a moment in silence. You cross your legs and you have moved slightly closer. Your left hand is on the seat next to your thigh. With another sidelong glance I can see that the top button on your blouse is undone. Was it like that before? I realize that you are looking intently at my face. Do you see what I am thinking? If I move the slightest bit, I am sure my erection will burst through my pants. So I sit very still and watch the movie very carefully and slowly.
You lean very close to me, looking up into my face. The impish smile nearly disappears as you lay your head against my shoulder, searching my face. I stroke your cheek with my palm and gently bend down to kiss your soft, full lips. Suddenly your arms are around me, your mouth wide open, tongue probing. Your body presses insistently against me, your hands are moving up and down my back, stroking and gripping at my muscles as I try to move around in the seat under the steering wheel. I am certain my body is going to explode. Suddenly you stop. You draw slightly away from me. Your cheeks are slightly flushed, and you are breathing heavily through parted lips. Your firm breasts strain against the light fabric of your blouse, erect nipples challenging me. You cross your arms and reach slowly for the bottom of it and pull it over your head. Your breasts, now free closed space of the vehicle dazzle me. I suddenly remember that while the windows are tinted, I had rolled my down slightly.
I reach over and depress the button to raise the glass. I feel your hand slide along my thigh and I lose my breath, a half sob, really, as I gaze at you there. You come to me again and take my head in both your hands, drawing my mouth first to one breast, then the other. Greedily I run my tongue over the nipples, feeling them harden at the touch. You pull my head harder to you, as though you want me to devour you. I am aware of the salty-sweet taste of your sweat. Your breast fills my mouth. Suddenly, panting, you push me away. Your eyes cloudy with desire and yearning, your hands move to the top of your jeans. Slowly you lower the zipper, and begin to wiggle out of them in the seat. They drop to the floorboards of the Explorer. Keeping your eyes on mine, you slip out of your panties and lean back on the seat before me, naked. Your legs slightly apart, you move your right hand over your dark pubis and stroke the mound.
--TO BE CONTINUED--
