Another Backseat Story

I walk into the garage from the house, gently shutting the door behind me. The concrete is cold beneath my feet, and I wish I had put on my slippers. My robe hangs open, revealing my body beneath to nobody at all. As the Sunday morning sunlight shines through the window, I walk around my car and open the back door on the passenger's side. I drop my robe to the floor and climb into the car, and settle onto the soft seats on my hands and knees.

I love being in this position. Even though the garage is cold and the frigid morning air stings a little, it turns me on. For one thing, doggy style is one of my favorite positions. The thought of being filled by a man I can't see is so exciting. The animal passion of being fucked, hands holding my hips tightly, cock pounding me, drops of sweat dripping from his forehead onto the small of my back...all of these things arouse me about the position I'm in.

Most of all, I'm turned on by the idea of Jack coming into the garage and finding me like this. The car door is open, and I'm already wet. I can't make it any easier for him than this. I even reach back and hold myself open. My touch feels good, and I rub my lips softly, then move to my clit. As I caress myself I imagine Jack crouching down behind me, savoring me with his hot tongue, and tracing the movements of my hand with his own.

My heart moves as quickly as my fingers do. My brain churns with the dirtiest scenarios I can imagine, and I can imagine a lot. I want to call out to Jack, but I can't make words. I want to go back into the house, wake him up, and lead him into the garage so we can have our way with each other, but there's no way I'm going to stop now. I'm close.

In a minute I am coming, and a minute later it's over. As my heartbeat slows, I lie down on my stomach, letting my legs hang lazily out of the car door. For a minute, I actually fall asleep - I am that relaxed. Then I go back inside, and join Jack in bed.

-Jill