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I was flying to New York’s LaGuardia Airport on a trip to visit my parents for Winter break. I had just been through a bad break-up. I wasn’t in much of a talking mood, but the guy who sat next to me on this trip introduced himself early on as “Steve” and tried to make some idle chit chat. He was very nice. A little older than me, maybe mid-to-late 20’s. A tad overweight, but good looking, nonetheless. A very kind, gentle, and handsome face.

He said he was headed to a corporate Christmas party in the Catskills. Since I didn’t talk much, neither did he, although I couldn’t help but notice him looking at my legs. I might have been interested in starting something with him on the plane had I been in a better mood.

We landed. He turned to me and asked, “So, is somebody picking you up at the airport?”

“No,” I said. “I’m taking the shuttle. It stops just a couple of blocks from my parents’ house. Hopefully our flight delay hasn’t caused me to miss the shuttle I had scheduled.”

“Oh. I hope so too,” he said with a smile.

We separated in the airport, as he had to go to the baggage claim and I didn’t. He bid me goodbye saying, “Nice to meet you, Cindy. Safe travels the rest of the way.”

“You too,” I replied.

I missed the shuttle I was planning to take. And due to some problem with a breakdown, the next one would be a while in coming. I called my parents to let them know of the delay. I sat down in the ground transportation area to wait and reached into my bag to get something to read. When I looked up, Steve was standing in front of me.

“Missed the shuttle?” he asked.

“Yes, of course,” I said with a sigh. “I’ll just wait for the next one.”

“Where do your parents live?” he asked.

“Near Newburgh,” I answered.

“I have a rental car. I’d be happy to give you a ride. It can’t be too far out of the way. Besides, it would be nice to have company most of the way.”

I hesitated. I didn’t really know this man. What if he was a serial killer? On the other hand, I didn’t feel like mingling with more new people on this trip, as I would on the shuttle. And he certainly didn’t seem like he could be a criminal or harboring some nefarious intent.

“Okay. Yeah. The company would be nice,” I said.

As we made our way out of the city, we talked about New York, traveling, current events. We both got quiet once we were on the interstate. It was late afternoon, but still light outside.

I noticed him looking at my legs again. It was actually getting me a little hot. I liked the attention this kind stranger was paying me. After what I’d been through, I felt the need for some special attention.

I hiked up my skirt a little and spread my legs a bit. He noticed. I was really liking the attention now. I caught him glimpsing at me while mostly keeping his eyes on the road.

After a few minutes, I shifted in the seat and hiked my skirt up enough to expose a bit of my black lace panties. He really noticed! He began looking at me while trying to keep his eyes on the road at the same time. He couldn’t manage to hide his Ankara bayan escort interest at all. But he didn’t speak or make a move right away. I guess he was too much of a gentlemen. He had to think about it or something.

After a time, he took his right hand off the wheel and moved it to the seat close to me. Something came over me. I just had to have some intimate contact after what I had been through, no matter what it took to get it. But it had to be on my terms, and under my control. And I saw his reluctance as a challenge to be overcome. It was selfish I suppose. But that’s what I was feeling.

I took his hand and gently placed it on the inside of my left thigh.

That was finally the invitation he needed. He slid his hand up, brushing my lace-covered, trimmed pubes, then inserting his fingers under my panties. I was already wet. He slid his fingers up and down my slit and inserted one into me.

I moaned softly.

He paused and looked at my face, as if to make sure he had consent. I was both disappointed and impressed at the same time.

“Let me make things easier,” I said.

I slipped off my shoes and slipped off my panties. I hiked up my skirt and spread my legs so he could see my cunt and my swollen clit. He stared. I thought he was going to run off the road but just as I was about to say something he looked back to his driving.

His hand came back to my crotch. He knew what he was doing, working mostly by feel, but with an occasional glance towards the action. He had a look of concentration on his face and I liked the fact that he was concentrating mostly on me.

He ran his fingers up and down, stroking me, then parted my labia with one finger, continuing the motion. He then circled my clit, making the circles tighter and tighter, until he started rubbing it. His fingers were soon alternating between rubbing my clit and pushing into my cunt. He dragged his fingers over me each time he moved between the two.

As I spread my legs wider, he worked his way to finger-fucking me while simultaneously pressing on my clit with the base of his thumb. I started to writhe on the seat and moan softly as I felt more and more pleasure from his expert touch. I began to feel the small beginnings of an orgasm.

We were hurtling down the interstate at seventy miles an hour. It wasn’t dark yet. Truckers were looking down as we passed them. They were getting a show. This was out of character for me, but somehow, I was enjoying it. Especially since my unimaginative former boyfriend would most certainly not approve. I felt like a slut. And it felt good. And I felt like I probably had complete control over the man next to me.

“I want to screw!” I said after a few minutes, almost instinctively. I was very horny and very wet, thanks to the combination of his fingering and the excitement of others looking down on me.

He looked shocked. “Are your parents at home now?”

“Yes,” I said, trying not to sound too exasperated. “I know where we can park though.”

I directed him to an abandoned Escort bayan Ankara supermarket where high school kids went to do the same thing we were about to do. He parked in a side lot away from the road. He slid back the bench seat in the large sedan. He opened his pants and dropped everything down to his ankles. His hard, smooth, cut cock sprang up.

He leaned back and we both looked at his cock. I could tell he was thinking I would provide him some foreplay by sucking it, but I wanted this to be for me. I was in control. I didn’t want to give him a blowjob. And I needed this control in my life right now. I wanted some fun, my way. He was probably having fun too, but that wasn’t my purpose in seducing him.

I climbed over him. He held his cock at the just the correct angle and I slid down onto his shaft. I began riding him. I looked down at his face and he looked up at mine. I sensed some concern in his eyes, but I didn’t care.

“Do we…,” he began.

“I’m on the pill, and very healthy,” I said, abruptly cutting him off, knowing what he was going to ask.

His behavior changed with my answer. He pushed my knit blouse up around my armpits and I contorted my arms so he could slide it over my head. He unclasped the front of my bra like it was nothing. Like I said, he knew what he was doing. He began kissing my tits. He found my nipples and began sucking them, eventually biting one of them.

“Yes,” I said, affirming his technique.

Up and down I slid, riding his shaft slowly and then faster. At one point he pushed himself back and looked down, I assume to catch a view my labia sliding up and down his cock.

I started leaning into him a bit with each stroke to grind my clit into him. He then reached around under my skirt and put his hands on my bare, round ass. He bent his fingers and dug in his nails, gripping me tightly, while working on my tits with his mouth.

After a short time, he began to move his hips slightly in opposition to mine.

“Yes, fuck me!” I said out loud.

With that he began driving upward as I slid downward and vice versa. All the while he was holding tightly onto my ass. I was in heaven! Between the position, his thrusting, and gravity, he was penetrating me deeply. I moaned each time he slid his cock all the way into me.

We kept going until a wave of pleasure started to come over me.

“I’m cumming!” I urgently screamed.

I stiffened and shuddered, gripping the car seat behind him. The climax went through my pelvis and tightened my muscles around his cock. A sweet, wonderful, slow release enveloped me. He pounded me a couple more times while holding onto my ass. With one last push, he went off.

“Oh!” he exclaimed.

We dropped to the seat and he pulled my ass down hard. I could feel him squirting his load deep inside me while he held us tightly together, as my own intense orgasm slowly subsided.

“Oh!” he said again. He shook a little as he finished emptying himself into me while squeezing my ass.

We sat for a minute while our breathing Bayan escort Ankara returned to normal. We looked at each other. He seemed a little dazed. I guess I felt that way too.

I dismounted and plopped back down on the seat next to him. I fastened my bra and put on my top. He pulled his pants up and zipped them closed.

I could feel his cum oozing out of me. The inside of the car smelled like sex. I reached over the seat and fished some paper towels out of my bag.

I cleaned up as best I could while he watched me. I could tell it was turning him on again.

“You can take care of these, can’t you?” I asked, holding out the cum-soaked towels.

“Sure, just throw them on the floor.”

“I need to get to my parents’ house.”

“Okay, yeah,” he said, still sounding a little out of it. I started to feel a sense of accomplishment. It seemed like I really rocked his world.

“I am going to have you drop me off a couple blocks away and I will walk the rest. They’ll be pissed if they find out I got a ride with somebody I don’t know.”

“Really?” he asked. “I’m willing to meet them to put them at ease.”

“No.”

I was hoping to avoid this part. I was dreading it.

“Steve,” I said, trying to sound compassionate, “What we just had, that’s all I want to have with you. It was wonderful. You were great. I really liked having sex with you. But that’s it.”

“Oh,” he said, sounding dejected.

This seemed to be a favorite word of his, regardless of the emotion to be expressed.

I felt a little pang of guilt. Clearly, he was sexually experienced. But I don’t think he’d had any one-offs with strangers. This may have been a first for him.

He looked at me and started to speak. I looked at him and put a finger up to my lips. “Shhhh. Let’s just hold onto the moment,” I said softly.

We were quiet the rest of the way except for driving directions I gave him. He pulled to the curb near the side street where my parents lived.

“Don’t speed away when I get out, I’ve got to get my bag out of the back.”

“Yes, of course,” he responded.

It was almost dark. Once outside the car, I opened the back door, stuck my head in and proceeded to put my bag back together on the back seat under the car’s courtesy lights. As I was finishing, he held his hand out to me over the seat.

“Cindy, you forgot these,” he said, holding out my black lace panties.

I looked at him and thought for a few seconds. “Keep them. A souvenir for you.”

He smiled a little and closed his hand around them. I liked the reaction. It helped me feel a little better about what I was doing to him.

“Thank you for everything,” I said.

“Happy Holidays,” he said, though the sentiment seemed strangely out of place.

“Same to you,” was all I could think of.

“I’m glad I gave you the ride… and the other ride. Thank you for cumming with me,” he replied with a bigger smile than before.

His parting joke made me feel better still. It put a little smile on my face. I started feeling good for the first time in days, maybe weeks.

I closed the door, slung the bag over my shoulder, and walked down the street. Just before I disappeared around the corner, I looked back. The streetlights were bright enough for me to see him sitting there watching me, still smiling. I was still smiling too.

That was the last I ever saw of him.

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