[MF] The best head I ever got | 2016

It was a couple years ago. I had connected with another Redditor who liked my stories online and we had been exchanging messages. She lived in Germany, a few hours from me, so we both knew it would only be a matter of time before we met. She was married, but frustrated, and our texting grew more flirtatious the infidelity became part of the kink. It wasn’t just that she wanted some more, the fact it was a secret made it better.

The day did come when we first met, in a village a safe distance from her home. We walked around a bit, talking, feeling each other out. Eventually I found a quiet corner behind a church where there wasn’t really anyone else, and she realized where we were, too. She leaned against the wall and I stood in front of her, kissing her. The first kiss was great, and began gaining momentum, our tongues sliding over each other. I slid my hand under her shirt, and she helpfully unclasped her bra, so I could feel her bare breasts in my hands. we were still both standing, kissing like teenagers, my hands groping her as she rubbed the bulge in my trousers (I was still wearing a suit and tie).

This was not enough so I slid my hands into her jeans, feeling her ass cheeks in my hands, and she responded by arching against me, on hand going to the back of my head, holding me close so I could stop kissing. I pulled my hand out and slid around to the front, slipping down the front of her underwear, and finding her clitoris under her soaked panties. She broke the kiss and clung to me. In what felt like no time, I could feel all of her muscles tighten against me.

“Oh my god” she breathed.

I peeled her off the wall, and she started to rearrange herself, but then I found myself leaning against a different wall in the corner, kissing her some more, but now with my back to the wall. I unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, so I sneak my hand back down the front. She seemed shocked to feel my finger curl inside her. I worked it in and out and felt that clenching again.

“You crazy fucker.” she said. “Where is your car?” It was in the parking garage under the mall, and I had parked in the most distant corner, hoping we might need this. We walked, her knees shaking, and got to my car. I opened my door and let her in the back seat, moving the front seat all the way forward, then doing the same with mine, and hanging my suit coat by the window on the open side, to make a curtain. When I finally got in, she had taken her boots off, and I wondered if she wanted to fuck (we had ruled this out, and I hadn’t brought condoms.) she pulled my face in and started kissing me, her hands going to my belt.

I helpfully lifted my hips, and pushed my trousers and shorts off. She knelt on the floor of the car and took my cock in her hand, and with an intense moan drew me in her mouth. Every bob of her head came with another moan, the vibrations resonating through my body. But I could just feel how intensely she was focused on her every move, working her mouth and tongue on me, reflecting the orgasms I had already given her. I started to groan, and her moms intensified. I could feel myself burst and she locked her mouth on my shaft, sucking down every drop that burst out. I was shaking under her.

She curled up besides me, cuddling. “I really want to feel you cum inside me,” she said. This shocked me, in the best way. But we didn’t have much time, and she really enjoyed the cuddle. I did make her wish come true the next time I saw her, though.