Real car sex experience

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This entire story is based on my personal experience and contains no fabricated or fictional elements.

Before telling this story, I need to explain my relationship with the female protagonist. We used to be colleagues, and we both had feelings for each other, but we lost contact due to a misunderstanding. Three years later, I found her contact information by chance and called her. She was surprised, and given that we hadn't been in touch for three years, we only exchanged greetings before hanging up. Later, with my persistence, she finally agreed to start dating me again, but only as good friends. We only held hands and never took things further (it was me who didn't do that), but it was clear that she still had feelings for me.

Three months passed like this until my friend's birthday party, where everyone was asked to bring their girlfriends. At the time, I was the only one in my circle of friends without a girlfriend. She got along well with my friends through me, and they could see the ambiguous feelings between us, so they asked me to bring her along to try and set us up.

At the banquet, my friends took turns toasting me (to test her attitude towards me, hoping she'd drink on my behalf...). Seven people, seven glasses in one round (in the north, glasses are big; three glasses equal a bottle on average).

At the end of the second round, she finally stepped forward, saying things like he was going to drive me home and I shouldn't drink anymore. This was the trap! #I won't go into details# Look how much they drank!

On the way, perhaps due to the alcohol, she was very happy.

She lived on the outskirts of the city, in a military compound. The gate was five kilometers from the main road, very remote. Her apartment building was next to the office building, another kilometer or two from the gate. Just as we were about to reach the apartment building, it started to rain; several days of overcast skies meant a downpour was imminent.

I didn't park in front of her house, but in a parking space hidden by bushes, telling her I'd wait for the rain to stop and then take her upstairs. Then I reclined the car.

We sat in the car, watching the rain outside, listening to Tsai Chin's songs, and chatting about happy and unhappy things from the past. At that moment, she seemed even more adorable to me, and my desire was hard to suppress. So I scooted over to the seat she was sitting on (it was a car, a bit cramped), pulled her into my arms, and casually laid her seat down as well. Using this momentum,

I pressed myself against her, and she didn't resist, just chuckled. I brought my mouth to her ear and told her I'd been looking forward to this moment, deliberately breathing heavily so my breath hit her ear. After speaking, I lightly licked her earlobe with my tongue. Unexpectedly, her body trembled slightly. So her earlobe was her erogenous zone! Knowing this secret, I kept licking her earlobe, occasionally gently biting it with my teeth. Soon, I heard her breathing become heavier, and her cheeks began to heat up. So I started kissing her neck, slowly moving down to her throat, then her jaw to her mouth, gently kissing her lips, and continuing... I slid my hand along her cheek to her ear, continuing my teasing. During this time, my hands began to roam over her body. To avoid offending her, I first gently stroked her shoulders, then her arms, my hands slowly caressing her. Because it was summer, she was wearing a short skirt and a tank top. Because she was lying flat, a section of her flat stomach was exposed. When my hand touched hers, it moved to her stomach, not going up to her breasts, nor down to her pubic area, but simply stroking her stomach and waist. After a few strokes, her breathing became heavier, and she began to unsure where to put her hands… She wanted to hug me, but was a little shy. It was time. I guided her hands to embrace me, then slowly moved them upwards along her lower abdomen. My tongue continued its previous rhythm, becoming more agile. When my hand touched her breasts, she struggled slightly, then stopped when she realized I wasn't going to put my hand inside. Her breasts were perfect, not excessively large, but definitely not large enough to be grasped in one hand. My hand kneaded them through her bra, my index and middle fingers tracing the cleavage, while my thumb searched for the opening along the bottom of the bra. Her bra was unlined, and I could feel her nipples slowly growing larger in my palm. The pressure from her touch increased, and my thumb slid in through a small gap, directly teasing her nipple. My tongue, which had been wandering between her neck and earlobe, moved closer to her lips, turning the fleeting kiss into a passionate one. Our tongues intertwined wildly, and her hands pulled me tightly towards her, her upper body slightly arched. This gave my hand an opportunity. With a gentle flick of my thumb, her bra revealed her nipple, and finally, one breast was completely in my palm. The teasing of her nipple was done by my thumb and forefinger together, and her panting turned into soft moans.

Breasts aren't just for caressing; how can I not admire them properly? My right hand, which had been resting on her head, slowly slipped out and slid into her bra along her side. My left arm slowly rose, pushing her tank top up to her chest. My right hand mimicked the action of pushing up her bra, finally freeing her breasts completely. She noticed all this, but our passionate kiss prevented her from speaking. And since I was on top of her, she couldn't cover her chest with her hands, so she could only gently shake her head in disagreement. I ignored that and continued my actions, shifting from undressing to caressing. I was also tired from being on top of her, so I turned slightly to the side, resting my right elbow on the car back. I stopped kissing her and kissed her chin and neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that her breasts were almost completely exposed. When my passionate kiss stopped, she whispered, "Don't do this. It'll be troublesome if someone sees."

What a joke! It was midnight, a thunderstorm raging outside, and the car was parked so well hidden—it would be a miracle if anyone saw us. I didn't answer her, but intensified my actions. As I continued to kiss her neck and my left hand constantly played with her nipples, she seemed to enjoy it, tilting her head back and thrusting her chest back defiantly. Suddenly, I pushed her clothes up to her neck with my left hand and quickly took her nipple into my mouth, circling her areola with my tongue. When I took her nipple into my mouth, her body trembled as if electrocuted, and she grabbed my head with both hands, but whispered, "No, don't do this." I was now half-kneeling on the car floor, using my body to spread her legs apart, my lower body... My penis was already so hard it was about to burst through my pants. No, I had to speed things up, or it would explode. I grabbed her blouse and bra with both hands and pushed them upwards. My tongue left her nipples and moved upwards with my hands. She cooperated by raising her hands above her head. Her already half-bent body made it easier for her blouse and bra to slip off without any hindrance. I propped myself up and looked down at the beauty beneath me. Her hair was a little messy, her face flushed with shyness and desire, and her bright red nipples stood erect on her beautiful, high breasts. Her half-naked body and disheveled skirt made me kiss her almost frantically. I kneaded her breasts hard with my hands. My desire was burning me to ashes! Driven by my passion, she became somewhat dazed and actively responded to me.

Now it was time to get to the key area. My hand began to slide down, down her lower abdomen, waist, thighs, and then to her inner thighs. As my fingers slid along her inner thighs and groin, her body slowly twisted. But when my hand reached towards her triangle area, her thighs tightened.

Is it shyness? Then I'll make you take the initiative. So, my hand kept roaming over her triangle area. Finally, the opportunity came. Her legs weren't so tightly closed anymore, and my hand naturally moved down. Even through her panties, I could still feel the dampness there. My hand played with her vulva outside her panties, and her legs slowly spread apart. My little finger traced the edge of her panties to her labia, which were already a wet curtain. So, I boldly put my hand inside, my thumb and forefinger playing with her clitoris, my middle and ring fingers going in and out of her anus. After a few strokes, her panting turned into moans, and her waist slowly twisted. The opportunity came. I gently pulled her panties down. She struggled a little at first, but when my fingers increased the pressure, she cooperated by lifting her waist, removing the last piece of clothing. I straightened up and saw her hands stretched out behind her head, as if bound by her blouse still clinging to her wrists. A few strands of her hair were disheveled and clung to her forehead with sweat. Her eyes were slightly closed, her cheeks flushed with excitement and shyness. Her nipples stood erect, rising and falling rapidly with her breath. A few beads of sweat clung to her flat stomach, and her beautiful, long legs were tightly pressed together. Seeing such a sensual scene, I couldn't control myself. I pulled out my already rock-hard penis, parted her legs, aimed at her already wet vulva, and with a slight push, it slid in all the way, lubricated by her juices. As my penis entered, she let out a soft moan, a moan tinged with shyness, satisfaction, and reproach that almost made me ejaculate. I steadied myself, controlled my surging desire, and began to thrust slowly but powerfully, withdrawing gradually and then plunging in again just before reaching my penis. After a few thrusts, she finally stopped being reserved and began to moan loudly. Although it was raining outside, the quiet night made it easy for others to hear. I immediately sealed her lips with mine and began a passionate kiss. Her moans turned into heavy, rapid breathing. The sounds of our bodies colliding and her wanton breathing aroused me even more. I lifted my clothes and pressed my chest against her breasts, stimulating her nipples. I also increased the frequency of my thrusts, but with much less intensity. As I increased the speed, her hands gripped my neck tightly, and her legs clamped around me. She pleaded in my ear, "Please, hurry, hurry," clearly nearing her climax. Seeing this, I deliberately stopped, changing my thrusting to a figure-eight motion. She, already on the verge of orgasm, couldn't take it anymore, repeatedly kissing my face, neck, and chest, her hands on my buttocks, pulling me inward forcefully, urging me to continue. But the more she did this, the slower I moved in the figure-eight motion, until she was almost frantic. While still moving in the figure-eight motion, I slowly withdrew two-thirds of my way, then thrust all the way in as before. This thrust made her cry out in pleasure, her head tilting back. Then I... I thrust rapidly, and she, who had just experienced a rollercoaster of emotions, was once again on the verge of orgasm. Her legs clamped tighter and tighter, her hands gripping my neck, her waist twisting wildly in sync with my movements. My penis could feel her vaginal muscles tightening desperately. Suddenly, her mouth sucked fiercely on my neck, her body stiffened, and then, as if all her strength had been drained, she went limp, lying there panting heavily. I had already ejaculated inside her when she tightened her vagina, just to bring her to orgasm as well, continuing to thrust before she went limp. Now we were both satisfied at the same time. I climbed on top of her, my penis still inside her, our skin slick with sweat, the car filled with the smell of bodily fluids, an atmosphere thick with lust. The rain outside seemed to have lessened considerably. We held each other like that for about half an hour when she suddenly said, "You've gotten what you wanted. Does that mean we don't need to see each other tomorrow?" Hearing this, I propped myself up, looked into her eyes, and said, "No, that's not what I want. I want your heart! Because I love you." She didn't say anything, pondered for a moment, and then slowly but firmly offered her lips to mine, her soft tongue passionately searching for something. I don't know how much time passed before she whispered, "Now, my heart belongs only to you." At that moment, my penis, still inside her, began to slowly grow larger again.

[The End]

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