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I don't know when the term "car sex" became popular online, but when I first encountered it, I thought it referred to some function or defect of a car. When I truly understood its meaning, I constantly fantasized about that scenario happening right in front of me. Driven by curiosity about this experience, I even unconsciously searched for related images and information on Baidu. Curiosity is the biggest driving force; the thoughts that accumulated in my mind gradually propelled me towards pursuing and striving in this direction.
Hard work pays off, and my company finally provided me with a Buick minivan. The car was spacious and comfortable, and most importantly, except for the driver's side windows which had light-colored tint, all the other windows had dark tint, making it difficult to see out from the inside, let alone from the outside. With the prerequisite for fulfilling my lustful desires met, all that remained was finding a beautiful woman. I met Ting at a company meeting. At that time, I was the company's technical consultant, never interfering in other departments' affairs; I only dealt with clients and the boss.
At the meeting, I saw a strange yet pretty face, somewhat shy yet charming. As a newcomer, she seemed a little reserved sitting at the conference table, her face appearing and disappearing beneath her light blonde curls. I paused deliberately while speaking, and she quietly looked up, her large, watery eyes filled with questions as she looked at me. Yes, that alluring yet innocent gaze—it had been so long since I'd seen it. I don't remember how the meeting ended; I only know that I repeated my old trick during my speech, hoping to recapture that long-lost look.
Good things always come in pairs. Because my work was quite demanding, the company specially assigned me an assistant. That day, when Ting walked into my office to report for duty, I couldn't believe it was all real. I greeted her somewhat incoherently, left her alone in the office, and ran outside to take a deep breath of fresh air. Suddenly, I felt how beautiful and harmonious the world was. Through daily contact and conversation, I learned that Ting had gotten married.
Although I was a little unhappy, I also felt relieved, because I was married too, and I didn't want any more complications. Perhaps this was for the best. Days passed, and Ting's work was relatively stable and smooth, without any major ups and downs. She didn't talk much, and there was always a slight smile on her lips that made you feel sweet at first glance. Her daily attire was elegant but not gaudy, yet it made me fantasize when I had free time. In my spare time, I would inquire about her family or husband, but she would only gloss over it lightly
. I thought that my lustful thoughts probably vanished at this point, and the days continued in this repetitive pattern, while I felt even more lost. Perhaps letting go of the past made me more at ease. Maybe before, I was trying to appear sophisticated or "noble" in front of her, acting and speaking too formally and rigidly. Now that I had no more fantasies, I didn't need such formalities, and I became much more easygoing. One day, she came to my desk to check the customer service expense accounts. Her phone was on my desk, and soon I received a message with a quiz-like question. I half-jokingly said, "This question is interesting.
Let me test what kind of girl you are." Without even looking up, she said, "Okay." I've forgotten the details of the test, but the result was: you're a reserved but secretly passionate girl. When I told her the result, she didn't argue or refute; she just glanced at me, perhaps wanting me to confirm the test results. In subsequent work, I kept testing her, sometimes deliberately touching her hand, sometimes her waist, sometimes patting her head, and she would always give me a knowing look.
At a colleague's birthday party, everyone went, including Ting and me. After a satisfying meal, everyone suggested going to karaoke, and I readily agreed. I told the HR manager, "I've had too much to drink tonight; I want to go for a drive first, I'll come back later." Then I shouted, "Anyone want some fresh air? Get in the car!" I didn't expect anyone to get in; perhaps it was just a polite question, but everyone ignored me, rushing to grab the microphone. Just as we were about to start driving,
Ting opened the car door: "I'll go with you." There wasn't much conversation on the road; perhaps everyone was excited. Having drunk some alcohol, they dared not drive fast, opting instead for less congested roads. Before I knew it, I arrived at an asphalt road leading to a golf course. The dim lights, under the lush greenery, made the place feel particularly peaceful and comfortable. I parked the car and stretched, accidentally brushing against Ting's prominent breasts. I quickly withdrew my hand, turning around to apologize, but she spoke first: "Were you trying to grope me on purpose?" Fueled by the alcohol, I reached back out and deliberately touched her, saying, "I didn't mean to! I just wanted to grope you, so what can you do about it?" Then I laughed lewdly, partly to mask my panic and partly to avoid further embarrassment. Ting continued, "They're not that big, what's there to grope?" At this point, what man could resist such temptation? I turned to the side, leaning closer, and

gently lifted her shirt with my left hand, saying, "Let me see, where's it too small?" Ting grabbed my hand, muttering, "You lecher, I knew I shouldn't have come with you." I pressed my hand against her soft yet firm breasts, saying, "I'm going to seduce you, are you going to let me?" Ting's face flushed instantly, and after a long pause, she managed to say, "I know you men are all the same, seduce me today, maybe someone else tomorrow." I didn't bother to explain, and gently squeezed her breasts with my hand, my breath reeking of alcohol, meeting her flushed face. Ting's breathing was rapid; her right hand gripped my left wrist tightly, trying to stop my hand from pressing against her breasts, but she didn't push it away. She tilted her head slightly, her right hand gripping the edge of the seat tightly to avoid my mouth and prevent herself from falling. Through her clothes, I slowly and deliberately kneaded her breasts, then reached out my right hand to hold her neck,
gently pulling her closer so my lips could touch her cheek. I could hear our heartbeats, thumping loudly, but outside it was deathly silent. My left hand tightened its grip, and Ting lost the strength to resist. My lips almost touched hers, and suddenly, like a wildcat that had been lurking for a long time, she caught me, the mouse stealing her food, biting my lip and refusing to let go. I forcefully lifted her neck, pressing my mouth hard against her lips, my tongue swirling and exploring, intertwining with hers. My left hand directly lifted her clothes from below, heading straight for her adorable breasts. Her bra was already pushed up to her chest, most of her breasts were being kneaded in my hands, and Ting writhed her body to my rhythm, as if she were on fire.

A moment later, I reached behind her with my left hand and pulled off her bra, pushing her clothes up to fully expose her lovely breasts. In the dim light, I saw her full, snow-white breasts; the nipples, after my kneading, were already erect, the nipples a bright red and round. I opened my mouth wide and took them in, sucking and licking, alternating between left and right. Ting bit her lip, closed her eyes, waiting for something even more wonderful to happen. My left hand moved down her stomach, and when it reached her waistband, Ting inhaled and contracted her abdomen. I thought she wanted me to explore that warm, moist patch of grass. I casually probed, and the entire cleft was already wet. I gently parted it with my fingers, and Ting let out a pleasurable "Ah..." Her firm breasts made it hard for me to breathe. Ting's labia were full and plump, yet small. I dipped my fingers in her vaginal fluid and moved them back and forth between the two labia.
I fully exposed her engorged clitoris, and with each gentle touch, she would whisper, "Mmm...it's so itchy, ah..." Following her rhythm, I varied the speed of my fingers. Sometimes, when I gently inserted a finger, she would arch her back, her voice growing louder. "Ah...no...no..." Each time her voice rose, I glanced warily outside the car. Thankfully, it was absolutely safe. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my hand back, wiped my wet fingers on my pants, and hurriedly removed Ting's pants. Ting seemed frightened, repeatedly saying, "Not here, not like this." I wasn't listening anymore. I first pulled my own pants down below my knees. Ting clung tightly to her pants, but her eyes wouldn't leave me. I didn't force her pants off; instead, I turned her to the side, intending to enter from behind so her pants wouldn't have to be removed. Because of the passenger seat and the cup holder in the middle, no matter how I positioned myself, it was difficult to get in. I temporarily abandoned my chance to go in, pulled her hand over, and placed it directly on my penis. My fingers slid back into that warm, wet patch of grass. At first, her hand remained still, but as I attacked her, it began to move up and down. I didn't stop rubbing her clitoris; her vaginal fluids had already soaked her entire buttocks.

This time, I couldn't let her have her way anymore. I easily pulled down all her pants, reclined the seat, spread her legs, and aimed straight for her. Ting let out a pleasurable "Ah..." Just then, a bright light flashed in the distance. I quickly bent over and pressed down hard to avoid being seen. Ting hadn't even figured out what was happening; she thought I was going to penetrate deeper and eagerly responded. A car whizzed past, and I, along with Ting's efforts to meet my thrusts, ejaculated inside her. I felt ashamed, not because I had "bullied" Ting, but because a grown man like me had come in just a few dozen seconds. Thankfully, everyone was holding up well inside. I whispered to Ting, "Want to go again?" Ting smiled and said, "Are you sure you can handle it? Should we take a break?" I suddenly got excited and continued working hard, finally giving Ting a long-awaited climax. We quickly wrapped things up and rushed off to celebrate a colleague's birthday.
That was my experience with car sex—exciting, my heart was pounding! Because I wasn't prepared beforehand and didn't know which positions were best, the more scared and nervous I was, the easier it was to come. Afterwards, we continued our rendezvous, and I felt an unprecedented pleasure in the car.
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