Tearing Up in the Parking Lot

Erotic Stories - Spring had truly settled in, and this relationship was tormenting him more and more. Perhaps it was spring's influence too. Anyway, he needed to put an end to it. A good excuse was all it would take.

Today it started raining. It was going to rain, they said, as much as it hadn't rained all winter. It ruined his mood. Just another work day. He patiently waited for the time to pass so he could go home. It was already afternoon when he left work for home. A tiring, full day was ending. The rain on the car windows sounded like relaxing music while he waited in traffic. He had the radio on low volume and waited for the traffic to move again. That's the good and bad thing about rain. On one hand, enjoyment, and on the other, waiting and fatigue. Luckily, the road would open up later. Besides, he lived in the suburbs and the traffic there was lighter. Just as long as there wasn't another flood, because then they'd get stuck in the water again.

Time passed and the traffic on his route began to thin out. He pressed the gas a little harder to cut down the time. The houses around him gradually became fewer. He was almost home. He still had a stretch of road left. He noticed the road hadn't flooded but had quite a bit of water. The company said the car could handle up to a meter of water, so he picked up more speed. Misfortune didn't take long to arrive. The first signs of engine trouble were evident. Soon he turned right and parked the car in an open-air mini parking lot. Waiting for the engine to dry out.

It was almost evening and the engine still wouldn't start. He got annoyed and hit the steering wheel. "Everything today, damn it? And as if that's not enough, my phone's dead too!" He got out in the rain, opened the hood to see what was going on. The engine had cooled and the water was still on it. Maybe the battery was weak from all the attempts.

A car suddenly overtook him and parked in front of him. He wondered who it could be. Anyway, he thought to ask for some help because he wasn't going to spend the whole night there. If the whole day had gone wrong, maybe this brought the change. She got out of the car. He had known her for a little while. He liked her but had never made a move. They flirted constantly but that was it. Never anything more. And now, what a devilish coincidence. She passed by there just when he was there too. She recognized the car and stopped to see what was happening.

She asked him what happened and why he had stopped there. He explained the situation and asked her if she had a phone to call for help or something. Nothing, and she was having one of those days too, bad luck. And this weather was making things worse..

- "Come sit in the car," she told him, "and we'll try to get it going later."

They were already soaked from the rain. Another piece of bad luck was the umbrella. Who would have thought that little cloud would bring such a downpour until the afternoon.

They sat in her car, in the back seat to be more comfortable. Spacious, they turned on the engine now and then to put on the heater. They thought about taking off their top clothes since they were already wet, so they wouldn't get sick. He was left in a dark, tight t-shirt outlining his body, and she in an almost transparent blouse. They talked for an hour, mostly saying silly things, relaxing, and the flirtation growing more and more intense.

He thought he'd dare just a little bit more. He reached his hand over the seat and stroked her hair a little. She smiled. He couldn't hold back, looking intensely now at her lips, now at her eyes. Now they were almost only flirting. They talked about each other with bolder words than other times. At sparse intervals they snuggled a little and kept getting closer and closer. He didn't think about it anymore, besides, he couldn't stand something so torturous. They were so close.

He brought her almost abruptly close to him, leaned down a little, and tested her lips momentarily. She closed her eyes. She enjoyed the moment. He looked at her more intensely with so much passion. Neither could she resist him at all now. They came even closer, almost glued together. His hands got tangled in her hair, he stroked her neck. They pressed their bodies together, joined their lips with passion. The kiss was intense, passionate, maybe even vulgar. He gently bit her lips, made the scene more devout, put his tongue on her lips, tasted her.

They stopped, looked at each other… he moved his hands over her, stroked her neck, went down towards her chest, stroking simply through her blouse. He opened her buttons one by one. She closed her eyes… enjoying the moment, his caress. The rain outside caressed their senses. With both hands he opened her blouse, revealing her chest. He caressed it, took it, squeezed it in his palms, bent down and played with her aroused nipples with lips, tongue, and teeth.

She held his head as if pressing him to stay there. She looked at him with such eroticism it took his breath away. She pushed him back into his seat and climbed on top of him. She took off his shirt. She bit his neck, did to him what she had felt from him just before. She grabbed his belt and opened his trousers. She slyly put her hand inside his underwear and took his aroused cock. She stroked it gently, moved aside, and bent over him… the sensation was warm, hot. She felt it in her mouth, pulsing, the veins beating the blood strongly.

He didn't leave her there for long. He laid her back on the seat, lifted her sexy skirt, and slowly, almost torturously, pulled down her underwear. He smelled her, kissed her, licked her where he so much wanted and she did too. That unique taste now seemed so wonderful to him. He was careful to take her juices from on top of him, and climbed on top of her…

- "Come on… take me now… take me quickly! I can't take it anymore…" she whispered to him.

She took his cock to guide it inside her. He barely had time to lean on her and he entered her abruptly. She was so open that the pain of sudden penetration seemed so sweet to her… she got even more aroused, almost came. She lifted her legs to open up even more. He took her and almost folded her in two, going deep inside her.

The rain was intensifying now, and so was their passion. He took her hard and fast, shaking every cell of hers. Their breaths became one… she let out sounds of pleasure from deep within her. There was no one to see them… to hear them. They intensified the tension more and more.

- "Take me, tear me apart!!! I want you harder… faster! I'm coming….!!!"

- "Take it inside you! I'm tearing you apart! I'm tearing your insides so you hurt! Shout loudly to arouse me even more. You're a slut! A big slut!!!"

- "I feel you hard inside me… I feel your cock tearing me apart…!!!"

Their orgasm was almost simultaneous. He felt her body being cut to pieces, wanting to break from the pleasure of orgasm. He held on, it lasted…

- "Keep going… keep going… I'm coming continuously!!!"

Her tension began to subside. Almost immediately he was ready to explode.

- "Pull out and come on me! Come on me now!!!!"

He was pulled almost immediately. She grabbed his cock tightly and made him cum on her, on her chest, on her stomach… it was so much…!!! A sign of his lust for her. He fell almost stunned on the other side, as she remained on hers with his hot cum on her for a while. Her image was captivating…

She took out a handkerchief and wiped herself. She buttoned her shirt. He put on his T-shirt. They sat a little longer to rest…

- "Maybe we should go check on the car?"

They went out into the rain with the clothes that had gotten wet before. A laugh caught them, they hugged, kissed passionately one more time. He got into his car, turned the ignition key. The wild noise of the engine was heard…