Back Seats...

Given that I usually have a fairly nice, clean, comfortable, private room available it is odd the number of times I find myself fumbling with a bra or my pants, or hers in a backseat. I actually usually rent full size cars for just that reason. I don't stray far enough from the hotel area usually to worry about gas mileage after all.

I think what I like about it is the reminder of high school and college where privacy was a premium, and adventurously risky locales were a naughty thrill. Still are for me, and it seems a surprising number of women.

Some, like Rita readily admit they find it a kinky thrill. Some wax nostalgic at the thought. Often the look on their face in the light reflected into the shadows by a distant lightpole reveals a bit of the girl they were in high school or so I think.

Rita's story reminded me of a couple of parking lot encounters...One I have in mind was a cheating wife with a penchant for risk, one was a permissive husband who knew we were going to "get to know each other" and explicity condoned. I'll take the cheater first and save the 'hot wife" for the next post.

The cheater was a busty woman in her late twenties to early thirties. Her real name is no risk to disclose since I swear 1/3 of all women in that age range seem to be named Amanda. dunno why.

I introduced myself to her husband as I sat to his left, and she reached over him with her hand and introduced herself. "And I am Amanda." Interesting I thought. He seemed not to pick up the signal...didn't seem to be a game between them or anything. He accepted a beer and she said "I shouldn't" and ordered a Long Island Iced Tea. She went to the bathroom after I had come and gone twice. She stayed out quite a while and came back with remarkable timing only as her husband had headed to the bathrooms. I thought at first some kind of signal had passed and they were meeting up there, but she bounced out right after he turned the corner into the recess. She grabbed hubby's stool swapping his beer for her 'tea'. This looked like trouble. and she was. Tasty, tasty trouble. With a capital T.


I moved slightly subconsciously looking a little less conspiratorial as I kept an eye towards the bathrooms. She flounced and posed and flirted kind of outrageously...I forgot her husband after a bit...he came back after a substantial delay and sat down next to her the seating arrangement un commented upon.

She included him in the conversation which she steered to my work..(what little I had mentioned) my home state, her cousin there that sort of thing. She announced it was their turn and bought me another whiskey sour, her something pink and fruity (daiquiri? maybe), husband another beer. He laid a twenty on the bar. She supervised the tip getting it out of the stack of proffered ones. Weird dynamic, but then I like weird.

At some point she had suggested getting some snacks to settle her stomach. I don't find bar food to have that effect, but it accomplished us moving to a booth; her on his side this time. I figured this night for a footnote not a page in the black-book, but when her foot found its way out of her shoe and into my lap, I had a whole other idea about where this was headed.

When I said that I had been enjoying getting to know her when husband made a trip to the stalls..by then crowded hopefully and a bit more delay. I laid it on a bit saying "wow, if your weren't attached we could sure have had some fun..." She said, "Oh, me too...a shame we can't go somewhere quieter." I noted the present tense and the ignoring of the central objection...hmmm

She punched my arm playfully when I mentioned my room was pretty quiet. For now. "Yeah, I wish!" she said.

Listen, she said "Would you be pissed off if you were like waiting for someone to show and she couldn't make it?"

"Well, it depends what held her up I guess."

"Well you know how it is.." head nod towards the bathrooms.

I mentioned I was in town a couple of more days.....

She said, "What are you driving?" I explained I had walked over a couple of blocks from a neighboring hotel. She repeated, "I remember you mentioned you were at the Marriot, but what's your car? "

Finally getting the drift I explained it was a dark green Chevy..looks almost black at night.

"How about you say your goodbye's when he gets back, go get the car and park it towards the back of the lot here? If you don't see me in like 20 minutes, it isn't going to work."

We had a plan. I bristled in my seat waiting...she had sidled close and I had a hand on bare thigh under her skirt just an inch or two, and removed it with reluctance as he headed back. I shook his hand after stalling for maybe 2 minutes after he returned and raced for the car. I parked and re-parked trying to find an angle to watch the back door and stay in the shadows a bit..

I waited three hours. Well it seemed like it...she rushed out and looked around right and left. I felt like a goober standing next to the rental car waving...she smiled and rushed over click click clickety click in her heels...

"Glad you are still here..took longer than I thought...he's pretty drunk and nodding a bit in the lobby chair...I implied I have called for a ride and will come get him. He doesn't have any sense of time when he's drunk. We've got maybe 20 minutes I think she said as she leaned into me opened her mouth and raped mine with her tongue. Quite a kisser this one.

She hopped up on the hood as it tick-ticked cooled underneath. She was quite warm I found as her hand guided mine under her skirt..."You were about here I think?" Placing my hand quite a bit farther up her skirt than even my fertile imagination had pictured back in the booth. Plain sight if anyone came out the back door..I nervously looked over my shoulder twice...

"Don't worry, I'm watching she said..."

Her panties moved to the side readily and I found her riding my hand then a finger then two...

At some point she hopped down in a flush and said we needed a new position...she chose on her back in the back seat, heels hastily thrown over the front seat, followed by her blouse, then bra, then wriggling out of her skirt and panties, I had naked wife in my back seat..wow...even in high school the most adventurous girl on the quietest lane tended to leave her clothes partially on and in easy reach.

She was a wriggling but choregraphed delight of pale flesh and eagerly parted thighs. We started with a kiss, she guided my head to her good sized breasts with reallly erect nipples, she let me lead a bit then urged.."Bite it!" I nibbled

"A little harder.." I did easing on ever more pressure. "Like that." she cooed and arched and trembled...

She gave a little pressure on the back of my head urging me south a bit...I got the hint and trailed little kisses and tongue tip..her thighs spread wantonly, eased my access, licked and kissed and nibbled and hit 'The Spot' apparently as her legs clamped on my ears..she bucked and writhed and came a couple of times it seemed, then pushed me back in a breathless giggle. "Your turn!"

She had my pants off in a whirlwind, don;t remember my shoes joining hers in the front seat, but I retained my socks, my short, my unbuttoned shirt, and some of my 45 year-old dignity. I sat up and watched the back door as she dove on my cock her ass ~heart shaped from that angle~ presented in the side window away from the door towards thankfully just bushes.

She was enthusiastic, and enthusiasm equals a good blow job in my opinion., bobbed and weaved and found the ticklish spots, nibbled and gobbled and swirled and traced sharpened nails...I was about to erupt and told her so.

'Yes I know, I am holding you there.." she smirked...

To prove her point she plunged and swirled and gave a yank with one hand and a ball-squeeze with the other and I came. Lots. The rental car company wouldn't have been able to tell the difference with a black light though...she didn't waste a drop.

"So, Mr. Smith at the Marriott? Right?" I'll try to drop by tomorrow to finish this if I can.

"I thought my room was out of the question?"

Well only because I didn't have time to plan, and besides this was nice..."

Nice wasn't the word I would have used, but sure, lets go with nice.

Red-headed Rita

I mentioned having some success in country bars on the road. Line dancing doesn't care if you suck or not. Sucking gives you the chance to mention you are a non-native in any event.

Such was the case with Rita. I remembered her name without looking it up because I made an instant hook with Reba coming from the speakers with this this short-bobbed red-head in front of me when she introduced herself.

I had leaned into her as she passed and said, "Sorry in advance for crushing your toes". This earned me a giggle and she worked her way around the pattern to beside me, actually holding my hand a couple of times and pointing out mis-steps and actually I did improve a bit.

Noticing the ring, I always do, I asked where's your resident cowboy. She pointed across the room saying I think he is enjoying the blonde's boobs on his arm..."Like this." she said, ~accidently~ grazing my arm with a lonng feel....wow! nice, surprisingly firm or a really snug, well-fit bra.

Raising my eyebrows, I cut to the chase. "You two aren't swingers are you?"  in mock horror.

Making full eye contact, she replied coolly, "Well he isn't, anyway." She went on to explain "You get the most interesting propositions in these sort of places."

"Really?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "Like what sort of suggestions?"

"Oh anything from ~How 'bout a ride on my Harley'~, to ~Come to Aruba with me~ to how about a quick hook-up in the parking lot?~". She went on, "If I hadn't of thought Aruba was a bullshit line I'd have had a lot of explain'in to do about my tan a week later."

"Yeah, I don't figure you for a girl to fall for a bullshit line.And I think you're probably past the back-seat quickie stage... What about the blond?" motioning to her husband with the huge-haired tiny blond with unlikely proportioned chest.

"Naw, she's definitely a tease. You should stick to red-heads, if you want my advice." With a wan smile she said she better "Go look slightly worried about the blond" Over her shoulder she said, "Don't discount the fun you can have in a backseat, cowboy."

Later, she came back over and bold as brass said, "Ive thought it over and decided to be your personal welcoming committee. You said the Raddison right? What's the room number and when shall I deliver the welcome basket?"

This by the way NEVER happens. They may hint they may give you verbal and more likely non-verbal buy signals but a walk-in lay-down in salesman's parlance? Never. Until it did.

She was a lot of fun, and sexy as hell. Athletic and tireless. She groaned a bit when she learned my occupation. Husband was in a related field. I call it sales (which it is) but technically I am in "financial planning' which is a seductive way of selling financial products, really.

"Well, let me ask you about how my husband has his assetts diversified"...she kidded presenting me her backside.

A sense of humor is a powerful aphrodisiac.