[24F/24M] Hooking up on the first date in his car, in an abandoned playground. | 2016

Sorry for the insane delay everyone! Life has been kicking my ass. And sorry for not continuing the other story, too! It'll happen, I swear! For now, here's a short but fun story from my days in Missouri. :-D

“So? What do you think?” Param, my date, asked.

“It’s weird.” I said. I nodded at the display down the hill from us and took a sip of my soda. “But in a good way. I’m just glad you didn’t decide to take us to see Jackass 3.”

Param laughed. He rummaged in the McDonald’s bag sitting between us and pulled up a few fries and started eating. His eyes drifted out the windshield toward the bright mass of lights about a half mile away. We could barely hear the sounds of whistles, the PA system, and young men slamming into each other, trying to do their best to give each other life altering injuries. Behind us was the run-down and technically condemned playground that Param had taken us to. It had an excellent view of the high-school stadium from atop its hill, and was mostly hidden behind a thin line of trees. It felt like we were spying on their pleasant bit of suburbia while we ate our junk food and played on rusting metal.

“God, no, look, I’m bored as hell in this town but I’m not bored enough to pay to see a Jackass movie.” Param said.

“Good.” I gave him a gentle shove. “You’re too cute to walk out on.”

“Cute? That’s a good sign.” He laughed and took a bite of his burger.

Param’s car, some sort of coupe, smelled like fries and hamburger. We had the windows cracked a little to let in the cool fall breeze, and to keep the windows from fogging up. Though if anyone came by and saw us in the car they’d assume the worst anyway.

“Good sign for what?” I asked. It was obvious he was flirting, but there’s nothing wrong with a little flirting, and Param had the cutest smile and hair that I really wanted to latch my hands onto, so, why not?

“Oh, you know.” Param said.

I rolled my eyes.

“Hey, you’ve done a good job so far, don’t get all shy now.” I said. I took a sip of my soda and smiled up at him.

That’s when he did it. Everyone has a moment, a tick, a sign, a gesture, something that, if you’re watching closely, tells you that this person is going to, right now, try and fuck you. For Param, it was a quick little jerk of his hand toward me, as if the hand was no longer under his control. He grinned.

“Me? Shy?” He asked. “Please, I’m not shy. Would a shy person take you here?” He gestured out the window at the park around us, challenge rising in his voice.

“Well, yeah, actually, since it’s away from basically everyone.” I paused. “And maybe a serial killer would too.”

His eyes widened and he put his burger down.

“So I’m a serial killer now?” he asked.

I put the back of my hand to my forehead. “Oh, I’ve been abducted by a man with foul intentions, whatever shall I do?” My voice dripped with sarcasm. I was taunting him, and we both knew it.

“Foul intentions.” He said. His voice had gotten low.

“Am I wrong?” I asked, pouting.

I know I’m not the biggest gal in the world, but it still surprises me how easily some people find it to move me around. Param wasn’t super buff or anything, and the position was awkward with me in the passenger seat and him in the driver’s, but he reached over and snagged me onto his side of the car with little more effort than he expended in picking up his soda. He deposited me in his lap and shoved his car seat back and down, dropping me onto his chest.

“Not wrong.” He said. Then he kissed me.

There was nothing elegant or romantic about what we were doing in that car. I pushed so hard into him while we made-out that I tasted blood on our lips, unsure if I’d cut him or he’d cut me. There was Coke on his breath and salt on his lips, he pulled my hips into his and ground me against his girth. I got my hands in his hair finally and pulled him harder onto my lips, kissing and biting his lips with a need that, at that point, I hadn’t felt in months. Between kisses we tried to hold a bit of a logistical conversation.

“Condom?” he asked, as he nibbled his way down my neck.

“No. You?” I whispered into his ear.

“Nope.” he said, before slapping my jeans clad-ass.

“Fuck it.” I let go of his stunning hair and reached down to my pants and started unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning, and tugging them of. Param got the hint and started to take his off too. If you’ve never taken off your pants in car with another person on top of or beneath you, let me offer this advice: it will never be sexy, so just do it as fast as possible and get it over with.

After we’d gotten our pants off, param with his jeans around his ankles and me with my dangling off one leg, I grabbed his cock, rubbed it on my wet lips a couple of times, and sat on it. Nether one of us wanted teasing or foreplay and I was more than wet enough to just get it done with and start fucking him. I grabbed his hair and kissed him again, grinding my hips as fast as I could on him. He grabbed my ass and pulled me up and down his cock, moving in pace with my hips grinding back and forth on him. He spread my ass and I felt his fingers probing toward my asshole, and I couldn’t help but groan in his mouth as we made-out.

“Shit, hey?” Param said a few minutes after we’d started. I didn’t mind. We’d been fucking hard and it was great, I felt great, I didn’t mind him cumming, there was no way I could keep this kind of pace up much longer than I had already.

“Yeah.” I said.

I slid off his cock as his breathing deepened, reached behind me, and started jerking him off as fast as I could. He grabbed my hair and jerked my head back, I whimpered in surprise and pleasure and apparently that was the last bit he needed to get over the top. His hips jerked against mine and I felt his warm cum spurting out of his cock, some of it surely landed on my shirt but most of it ended up on my ass. I’d never felt cum run down my asshole to my pussy until that day. Was a little weird.

I leaned back and grabbed a napkin from our McDonald’s bag, wiping our cum off my fingers.

“Shit.” He said. I laughed. “Did you…?”

I shook my head. “Nah. No worries, I had fun.”

He frowned.

“But, I mean, I can--”

“Param. I said I had fun. Okay?” He nodded. “You just owe me double next time.”

He nodded again. Still half naked and in his lap, I reached over and got my soda, sharing the cool and sweet drink with the near stranger I’d just fucked. In the distance I heard cheering- someone had scored a touchdown.