Lately, I’ve started seeing Sex everywhere. I’ve never felt so insatiable, or reached this level of desperation. My Pussy is throbbing all day long and it’s keeping me up at night as I masturbate multiple times before finally falling asleep. I feel self conscious that my thoughts must be apparent. People I work with or pass on the street must know my dirty secret. If I were a man I’d be walking around with a raging hardon all fucking day. I imagine I’d also be more at risk for arrest, as it would be more likely I’d get caught masturbating wherever I went.

I was touching myself in the car the other day, stuck in traffic, peering into the cars around me and trying to meet eyes with… anyone, wondering if there might be anyone out there who thinks about it, wants it as much as I do. I think about how easy it would be to find Sex if I was really looking. How tempted I am to seek it out with anyone, anywhere. I fantasize about putting a sign in the rear windshield of my car that says, “Want to fuck? Follow me!” and luring strangers to come give me what I need.

Every time I close my eyes, one fantasy or another is always at the tip of my imagination. For the past few weeks, it’s felt like I cranked my arousal level up to max and then broke off the lever. There’s no turning it off, the blush on my cheeks is a permanent stain.

And yet, when I actually got hit on at the coffee shop this afternoon, I was somehow completely caught off guard. At that moment, I honestly didn’t think it was really happening… convinced that my raging libido was clouding my reality. Especially since I was sitting there working on a story, an erotic account of a recent fantasy I’d had. I was so wrapped up in it that I didn’t even notice the guy until he was standing right across the table from me and asking, “Is this seat taken?”

At first, I hardly looked up, just waving him away telling him it wasn’t. “No, go ahead, take it.” But he didn’t take the chair, or go away. I sensed that he wasn’t leaving and finally looked up, feeling a bit annoyed by the interruption and sure it was showing on my face. But if it was, this guy didn’t seem phased. He was just smiling down at me. A really fucking handsome smile at that, one that seemed to light up his face and put a spark in his warm, kind brown eyes. It caught me off guard.

“I actually meant to ask if I could join you?” he tried again.

I looked around, noting that there were at least two other tables unoccupied.

He saw me notice and added, “You just looked so intensely focused on whatever you’re working on… I felt like I had to come and see what you’re up to.”

Fuck. I felt my cheeks and neck burn, feeling totally transparent, suddenly paranoid that he’d somehow been reading over my shoulder somehow, without me noticing. I searched his face for any sign of teasing, but only found sincerity.

“Sure…” I finally replied, uneasily.

He sat down, still smiling, causing me to blush harder. “Are you working then?”

“I’m just writing a story,” I answered simply.

“Oh, nice. What kind of writing do you do?”

“Fiction, mostly…” It wasn’t totally a lie. More acceptable than the complete truth when speaking to a complete stranger.

“Very cool. Do you have anything published?”

“No, it’s more of a hobby, I guess…”

“Well if it’s got you this focused, I’m sure it’ll be worth sharing when you’re finished,” he smiled.

I felt the all-too-familiar blush creeping higher up into my cheeks as I offered a small smile back.

“Anyways… I don’t mean to interrupt. I can let you get back to it,” he offered, not yet getting up. I wondered if he was teasing me.

Some urge came over me then, to not let him walk away. ‘This is an opening, right?’ I had to run through the facts in my mind once again, to convince myself it was really happening, and not just a product of my crazy, lust-driven imagination. ‘He came up to flirt with me… He’s probably at least a little interested… I could just go for it.’

“I was going to head out soon anyways,” I said before he could get more than a couple of steps away. “You can have the table if you want. Or you could walk me to the bus stop?”

He smiled back and nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

I packed up my things slowly, trying to take a minute to build up courage. Can I really do this?’

He led the way out of the coffee shop, holding the door for me as I stepped out into the warm afternoon air. I pointed right to direct him towards the bus stop I needed and we started walking.

“I’m Graham, by the way,” he said first.

“Kate,” I told him.

“Ok, Kate… tell me more about this story you’re writing.”

I laughed a little in an attempt to cover up my awkwardness. “Well… it’s about a woman who’s been feeling kind of unfulfilled and thinking about making some changes in her life,” I answered vaguely.

“Unfulfilled…” he repeated, seeming to contemplate the concept. “How so?”

I shrugged, fighting off the embarrassed smile in the corners of my lips. I felt a sudden need to tell the truth bubbling up inside of me, and I decided to just spit it out before allowing myself to second guess it. “Mainly sexually.”

Graham’s eye’s snapped to me. “Oh yeah?”

I met his gaze, feigning the confidence I wanted to feel, and nodded. “It’s kind of autobiographical, actually.”

He froze up a little, missing a step as we walked, and I slowed my pace to match his.

“So, what kind of changes is your character thinking about making?” he asked, playing along.

“Well, she’s basically thinking about what could happen if she decided to give herself permission to finally go after what she really wants.”

Graham slowed as we neared the bus stop, turning to face me.

I stepped closer until there were merely inches between us. Still looking up slightly, to meet his eyes.

“And what does she want, exactly?” Graham asked, his voice noticeably lower, deeper.

I glanced around before looking back at him and answering, lowering my voice as well. “She really just wants to be fucked. By almost anyone, even a complete stranger…”

Graham swallowed.

Just then we heard the bus rumbling towards the stop. We both turned to look. In my peripheral vision, I saw Graham turn back to me first. I took an extra moment before meeting his gaze again, giving us both a chance to decide if we were really going to do this, or if I was going to just get on the bus as planned.

“I drove here… my car is parked just around the block that way,” Graham shared, pointing back past the coffee shop to the next block.

I looked back to the bus as it came to a stop, the doors opening near us. While others around us at the stop filed on, I pretended to contemplate my decision. I couldn’t hide my growing smirk, though… biting my lip.

Graham smirked back. He waited until the doors closed and the bus started on its way again. Then, he took my hand and said, “C’mon,” as he started leading me back the way we came, at a much faster pace this time. We practically sprinted the entire way. He only let go of my hand as we neared his car, a dark gray Jeep Rubicon. He reached into his pocket to get his keys, clicking the remote to unlock the doors. Then, in an unexpected gentlemanly gesture, he opened the passenger side door for me.

“Ladies first,” Graham smirked back with a wink.

“Thanks,” I smiled, blushing deeper as I climbed inside. I felt a flutter in my stomach that moved lower as I thought about what double meaning his words might hold.

As Graham closed the door behind me and started jogging around to the driver’s side, I turned in my seat to face him, knowing what I wanted to do as soon as he was seated next to me. He climbed in and shut the door, turning to me and asking, “Do you know where you want to go?”

I just shook my head, smirking and already leaning in. “Nowhere,” I answered, gripping the back of his neck and pulling him in until our lips met.

I deepened the kiss hungrily right away, moaning into it, grabbing fistfuls off his shirt and tugging him closer, sucking on and biting his bottom lip and then licking it better. My hands slid up into his dark, close cropped hair and I gripped it between my fingers. I moaned and tugged lightly when I felt his hands sliding over my waist and hips before reaching my Ass. Then he was squeezing, digging his fingertips in and dragging me closer.

I pulled back from the kiss slightly and gasped, moaning on the exhale. The familiar throb in my Pussy urged me on. So when Graham combed his fingers into my hair and started kissing down my neck, I reached over and put my hand on the bulge in his jeans, rubbing firmly. I heard and felt his growl, a vibration against my neck. I kept rubbing, leaning towards him and pulling him back into a deep kiss. Then I reached for his belt buckle.

“Fuck…” Graham pulled back and cursed, looking down to watch the progress of my hands as I went straight for the button and zipper of his jeans next.

“Your cock feels so big and hard… I’m dying to suck it, but I really need to feel you inside of me first… Right now. I’ll suck you afterwards if you have the time…”

He cursed again, looking out the window and glancing around as if to gauge the odds that we’d acquire an audience. I was expecting him to object to doing it right here in public, but what he actually said was, “I don’t have any condoms with me.”

I knew it was stupid and dangerous, but I didn’t care. And honestly, I felt more turned on by the thought of having his bare cock inside of me like that. “I don’t care,” I told him, hiking my dress up and sliding my panties down and off quickly. “I just need you inside of me, filling me up.”

Without giving him a chance to react or respond, I started moving over the center console, aiming to climb onto his lap. “Slide the seat back as far as it’ll go,” I breathed.

Graham immediately reached down to adjust the lever for the seat position, and then reclined it all the way as I climbed onto him carefully. “Fuck! You’re so fucking sexy…” he muttered, laying back and pulling me onto him, eager to move things along.

Once I was settled with my knees resting on either side of him, I kissed him again and reached for his cock, pulling it out from his underwear and stroking it. I leaned up a bit and started rubbing the head of his cock between my Pussy lips, then pressing it into my clit.

He growled and pulled back from the kiss, pushing me back a bit so he could watch what I was doing, breathing heavily and cursing intermittently. As soon as I moved the head of his cock from my clit, Graham replaced it with two of his fingertips, deftly rubbing and rolling around my nub.

Then it was my turn to moan and curse. I leaned up and positioned his cock to enter me as he kept rubbing. I was so wet, and I knew he would slide into me easily, so I slid onto him in one quick motion, taking in all 8ish inches of him in one go.

We both froze for a moment as soon as he was all the way, deep inside of me. Looking at one another with furrowed expressions of pleasure, pulling each other back in for another kiss, and holding on, squeezing around one another.

Then we started fucking. It was hard and fast, I was writhing up and down on his cock desperately while he held my hips and thrusted up into me. We were cursing and moaning and yelling out, and I could feel that I was building up to the most intense Orgasm I’d had in as long as I could remember. “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard!” I told him.

“Holy shit, you feel so fucking good… this is so fucking Hot… you’re so fucking Hot…” he muttered back.

Then we were interrupted by a car horn.

We both cursed and froze, looking up to find the source of the noise. Sure enough, there was a white SUV pulled up right next to us with a middle-aged woman driver who was staring with an angry expression and starting to yell about calling the police, and something about there being a school around the corner.

With that, I scrambled off of Graham’s lap and back across the console while he hastily put himself back in his pants and readjusted his seat, holding a hand up to the woman in a gesture of apology and yelling back, “Sorry, we’re going!” through the closed windows.

He turned the car on and we both started snickering and laughing as he pulled out from the spot.

“Fuck…” he breathed once we started driving.

“Bad fucking timing…” I said. “I was so close.”

He looked back at me, his chestnut colored eyes glazed over with lust. “We can go back to my place,” he offered.

I shook my head, looking around and then spotting something promising. “There!” I pointed at a multi level parking garage coming up on the right. “It’s closer.”

“What if we get honked at again?” he laughed.

I laughed with him. “Go all the way up to the top, it’ll be empty.”

Graham just gave me a look and a smile before saying, “Fuck it,” and turning into the garage.

I laughed as he pulled in and we started making our way up to the top.

The top level of the garage was the rooftop. There were a few other cars parked there, but no people were present.

Graham pulled into a spot and put the Jeep in park, turning off the engine. Then he turned to smile back at me. “Where were we?”

I smiled back and started climbing back over the console. “Let me see if I can remember…”

Graham put his seat down again and we resumed the position. He pulled me into a kiss, cupping my cheek and then holding behind my neck. I ran my hands up his chest, over his arms. Then reached to the hem of his shirt and started tugging it up until he leaned forward for me to pull the shirt up and over his head. He kissed me again as I ran my hands over his bare neck, shoulders, and pecs, making my way down.

I felt his hands sliding up my thighs and around to squeeze my Ass as I pulled his cock back out and started stroking, finding him a bit sticky from being inside of me. “Mmmm…” I moaned. “I can’t wait to taste your cock after I cum on it…”

“Fuuuck…” he growled, his eyes and hands roaming over me. “Where the fuck did you come from, Kate?”

I just smirked down at him, laughing a little and sitting back down on his cock. I followed his gaze to the strap from my dress that had fallen down off my shoulder, revealing most of my bra. I pulled the other strap down and then pulled my arms out of the holes, letting the dress bunch around my waist. Then I reached back to unhook my bra, letting those straps fall from my shoulders as well and discarding it to the passenger seat.

Graham’s eyes were trained on my large breasts the whole time. His hands followed as soon as they were Free of my bra. He growled and squeezed them together, leaning in to suck on them one at a time before burying his face between them. “God, your tits are so fucking perfect,” he muttered into them.

“Mmmm…” I moaned, resuming stroking his cock, playing with his balls.

Graham cursed and laid back on the seat, his eyes and hands roaming all over me as I sat up on top of him.

“You weren’t expecting to get a wet Pussy with your coffee today, were you?” I asked, leaning up and positioning him to enter me again.

“Holy fucking shit…” Graham muttered, clearly overwhelmed by sensation.

I slid down onto him again and started to ride, moaning and smirking down at him.

“No, I fucking wasn’t,” he continued. “I feel so fucking lucky right now… I’m so glad I came up to you. I almost talked myself out of it but you just looked so sexy there working on your computer…”

I picked up my pace, hands on his shoulders, grinding and bouncing on his cock. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Fuck! I’m so fucking close already… your Pussy feels so fucking tight.”

I moaned. “Put your hands back on my Ass,” I directed, wanting to feel him guiding me like he had earlier.

He slid his hands up my thighs and over my hips, then grabbed two handfuls of my Ass and squeezed, using his hold to pull me on and off of his cock. “Like that?”

“Yeah, just like that…” I moaned. I reached down to start rubbing my clit as I rode him.

“You like it when I pull you onto my cock like that?” he asked.

“Yesssss!” I moaned. “That feels so fucking good. Fuck! Keep talking! Hearing you talk like that is turning me on so much…”

Graham groaned, seeming focused on maintaining control as long as he could. “Fuck! You’re such a dirty slut, aren’t you?”

I moaned, feeling a sudden throb of pleasure in my Pussy to hear him call me that. “Yessss, I am. Does that turn you on?” I asked, unnecessarily, starting to ride him again.

“Yeah, it does.”

“You’ve been wanting a dirty slut like me to fill up with your cum?” I could feel him gaining momentum with everything I said.

“Yeah.”

“You want to fill up all of my holes, don’t you?”

“OH FUCK! I’m gonna cum!”

He seemed to be saying it as a warning, maybe assuming I wouldn’t really want him to cum inside my Pussy, despite what I’d said earlier.

“Yeah, I want you to fill me up with your cum!” I said again, erasing any doubt.

He still seemed hesitant, holding on.

I fought back, riding him harder, squeezing my Pussy around him. “I’m gonna cum with you!” I shouted amidst moans and curses, hoping to push him over the edge.

Sure enough, Graham buckled under me then, thrusting his hips up hard, impaling me on his cock. I could feel multiple Hot streams of cum shooting into me and gasped, watching his furrowed facial expression and smirking. I kept rubbing my clit and riding him until I was coming, myself.

“Mmmmm, that’s so Hot! I’m gonna cum on your cock!” I told him as I let go, yelling out and writhing on him, my thighs quaking from the intense release.

Graham growled and cursed, reaching up to grab my breasts, pinching my nipples as I came, adding another sensation to my pleasure.

We came down slowly, the sound of our heavy breathing consuming the small enclosed space. It wasn’t cold enough outside for the windows to steam up, but the air in Graham’s Jeep definitely smelled of Sex with all of the windows up. It was kind of intoxicating… enough to dissuade me from suggesting that we open the windows.

Our eyes met and I watched the giddy grin spread over his face as he laid back. I smiled back and chuckled a little, not in a rush to move off of him.

“That was amazing,” I gushed. “I really needed that.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

I nodded. “Feeling more fulfilled already.”

He laughed. “Good, happy to help.”

“And it was good for you, too?” I asked, coyly.

He sort of scoffed and chuckled again. “You couldn’t tell?!”

I laughed along. “Just wanting to hear you say it…”

He smirked back, shaking his head. “That was… by far the single hottest experience of my life so far. How’s that?”

I nodded, blushing. “That’s really good to know.” Then, after a brief pause, I urged myself to say more. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be insecure, it’s just that I’ve been going through some stuff and not quite feeling like myself lately. So, it’s just nice to hear the praise, I guess.”

He stared back at me with those deep, warm eyes, examining me as if trying to read my expression like he might read a book.

The more moments that passed, the more anxious I became about what he might say next. Finally, I couldn’t take it any more. “What are you thinking?”

Graham shook his head slightly. “Just wondering what could’ve possibly happened to make someone like you feel insecure in any way, I guess…”

I felt my flush ramping up again and looked down, shrugging slightly.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, I didn’t mean to pry… I just think… I’ve barely known you for half an hour, but I can already tell you’re special, Kate.”

I couldn’t help smiling warmly at him, his words were so sweet. They also made me feel guilty enough to admit some more of my truth. “I should probably tell you that I’m married.”

Graham froze up, his eyes assessing my expression as if searching for some evidence, a wink or a smirk, that might suggest I was kidding. He didn’t find it. “You’re… what?!”