Chapter 3: Finishing Myself in the Parking Lot

I grabbed my jacket and went out to the parking lot again and quickly sat down inside of my car. Before starting the engine, I sat back with my head against the headrest, taking a deep breath and trying to believe that everything had actually happened. God, what had I just done? The throbbing in my pussy was enough to convince me it had not all been a dream and the warmth I felt in my belly and throughout my entire body told me it was worth it. I was about to start the car when my hand touched my crotch and I could feel the wetness through my jeans already.

I couldn’t leave yet - I needed to cum. It was great being fucked but without cumming, the night still wasn’t complete. I couldn’t go back now for seconds so it was up to me to finish myself off. The hell with it, why not just do it now? I pulled my pants down to my ankles and started to masturbate behind the steering wheel. The leather seats of my Avalon felt cold at first but quickly warmed. My pussy was slick with his sperm as I ran my fingers over my clit. All I could think about was Ryan fucking me. God I wished he was fucking me again. Well, at least his cock. The horrible hunger I had felt for a dick was partially satisfied, enough at least to make it until I got home to my dad in the morning, but I still wanted to cum.

A few minutes later I was on the verge of an orgasm. Somehow, even with the initial surges of pleasure that were beginning to signal my orgasm, I noticed a car pulling into the parking lot. The gravel flew as the driver came to a fast halt and the door was thrown open the instant the engine stopped. In the dim light I made out a LARGE woman with a look that could kill, making a beeline for the front door of the bar. Hmmm, maybe that was Ruth? I had a feeling someone had blown the whistle on Ryan - that bartender probably. He was SUCH a weasel it wouldn’t have surprised me. Had Ryan known he would do that? Was that why he had hurried me out?

Somehow the thought of Ruth barging in on her adulterous husband was all I needed to go over the top and my orgasm hit me like a loaded freight train. My pussy gushed as his sperm and my cum flowed from me like I was peeing on my seat. I could feel the wetness as it ran down my ass and then to the seat and finally under my butt, making a mess but I couldn’t have cared less at the moment. The sensations that were overwhelming me were more than worth whatever short term untidiness I made of my car.

Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through me, sometimes likes waves on the beach - swelling and cresting, and then other times more like a lightning strike - brief but oh so powerful. As I came all I could think about was the feeling of Ryan’s dick in me, of his adulterous cock sliding in and out of me, of his sperm spewing into me.