Sunday, July 12, 2009


I met “Grace” online.  In the interest of discretion, that’s all I’ll say about that.  She was looking for something… I was looking for something… and it seemed like a good fit.  We flirted well… I found her not only sexy, but smart - a huge factor as I am beyond my sport-fucking years… there has to be an intellectual connection at this point.  

Problem was, she lived in my old neighborhood… 1,200 miles away from my current home.  And, irony of ironies, the same city I had been vacationing in just the week before I met her online.  Sadly, I had no plans to return any time soon, so our flirtation was to remain an interweb only thing.  Not the end of the world, but…

Weeks passed and we enjoyed our flirtation, more free and playful perhaps precisely because nothing could come of it.  We traded pictures and stories and built up a huge tension as we imagined all the naughty things we’d do to one another, if only we had the chance.

And then, an opportunity fell in my lap.  An old client who I had shot a commercial for a few years back asked me to pinch hit for their current director.  They asked me every so often, but the gig wasn’t that profitable since I had moved away.  But this time, a paid trip back to my hometown wasn’t something I could pass up.  So, I threw together a bag and found myself at the airport within the hour.  By that afternoon, I was on set making decisions about a project I knew nothing about.  Still, I was knocking it out, distracted/inspired by the little plan I was storyboarding for later that night.

As we set the shooting schedule for day two (I optimistically demanded a late start), I sent Grace an instant message through the website.  At this point, we’d only been talking for a few weeks.  I didn’t have any other means of communication… no email address, no phone number to text or call.  I realized I didn’t know much about her… would she really be up to meeting in person?  Would she, in real life, be into the fantasies we shared as safe, fictitious (im)possibilities?  

These were question I should have considered before I flew halfway across the country.  But, I was here… so why not?  I shot off a message… short and obtuse.  Just the name and address of a strip mall that I noticed was bankrupt and abandoned when I visited the week before.  Within five minutes I received her reply, a puzzled,

yeah, I know the place… what about it???

I was relieved to make contact… to begin to pull her in to me. 

midnight” – again, I kept it short and sweet.

Grace sent me a series of messages asking if I was serious.  I ignored them, simply replying,

not near comp.  here’s my cell #.  Just text ‘yes” or ‘no’, pls

And then I waited.  Minutes seemed like hours.  And then it became hours.  No response.  I tried to go about my work, planning out the next day's shots, but stopped every two minutes to check my phone… to see if it had lost power… or if the ringer volume was turned up.  But nothing.  As 11 o’clock came and went, I resigned myself to the fact that this was an internet affair only and tried to focus on my work.

And then the phone rang.

It was a local number, one my phone didn’t recognize.  I answered immediately. 


Nothing... except the faint hiss of traffic in the background followed by a click and the dial tone.  I quickly hit redial... only to be rebuffed.

The number you have dialed does not accept incoming calls.

Shit… damn… hell!  A pay phone.  Now my heart was thundering in my chest.  That HAD to have been her… she’s intrigued… OR… she’s fucking with me!  Grrrrr….  What to do… what to do…?  Nothing to do except wait…. 11:15... 11:20… 11:25… and then…


...a simple, one word text, but it was all I needed.  The plan was back on…

I rushed to the site, surveyed the area and parked in the alley behind the mall then texted her specific instructions to:

park next to the old bank 

Barely getting there before midnight myself, it wasn't long before a car approached. She came.  Or, at least, I assumed it was her… it was the only car in the small lot.  I waited.  Then texted again…

Get out. Open bag. Put on.

I watched the car.  No response.  Perhaps it was someone else.  Perhaps she was having second thoughts… or just a little put off by the game I was playing with her.  But after what seemed like the longest minute of my life, the door opened and she stepped out tentatively.  I watched her look around to see if she could see me, but quickly she  spotted the duffle bag I had placed on the curb.  She rooted around inside and quickly found the blindfold… pulled it out… and smiled.

As I waited to see if she’d play along, I was thrilled to see she was wearing the sundress I had complimented her on just a few days earlier.  Her legs were just as long, tanned and athletic as I had hoped.  I could feel myself getting hard just watching her.

She slowly placed the blindfold over her eyes… stood next to her car… exposed… in the middle of the night.  And I let her stand there like that for a good 2-3 minutes, as long as I could take, before I approached her from behind.

Before I did or said anything, I let Grace feel me… my breath... my presence… hovering behind her.  I watched her neck as her dry mouth swallowed and her lips parted to speak…

Shhhhh,” I stopped her.  

Her question turned to a gasp as I ran my hand up under the hem of her sundress… the heat of my palm on the inside of her cool, silky-smooth thigh.  Her face silhouetted by the light of the street lamp, I could see she bit her lip as my thumb grazed against the soft cottony gusset of her panties, her mound already damp and hot.

With my free hand on the small of her back, I guided Grace to the car, leaning her over until her chest was laying on the still warm hood, her ass exposed as her sundress crept up.  And then, I pulled away….

She was patient for a moment… then she heard me fiddling with something.  I could sense her getting antsy, about to pull off her blindfold when I announced,


She froze!  Unsure of what to do, she quickly felt me back behind her, my hands on her hips.  Grace turned and looked at me over her shoulder,

You're not...?  Are you…?

Ignorance is bliss…. What you don’t know can’t hurt you, or… at least, what you can’t be identified by can’t hurt you!” and I tugged at her blindfold to reinforce my point.  

She gave it a quick thought and then I felt the tension in her body give way…. She lay back down, her ass pointing out and up, waiting for me to do with it whatever I wanted.

Mmm… yes!  Now, Pull your panties down for me… to mid-thigh!” I directed her.  

And like a good little starlet, she did as commanded.  The camera catching every frame of our illicit, road side affair.

I unbuttoned myself and approached, laying the hot underside of my shaft in the cleft of her taut, runner’s ass... a drop of pre-cum dribbling onto her lower back.   She gasped.  I grinned, pulling the rolling tripod closer and tilting the camera down... I didn’t want to miss the moment as I ran my cock down her ass, over her swollen mound, parting her pink lips, then running it back up… her lips swelling and dripping already.  I pressed the tip firmly against her, dug my fingers into her hip bone, and bore down…. Watching my cock slowly disappear inside her.

Grace let out a deep sigh and I found myself holding my breath… I love this moment… feeling how hot… how wet… and how incredibly tight she was… her pussy clenching my cock.  I pressed on, very slowly, until the entire shaft was buried in her, my balls wet from resting against her clit.  And then I pulled out, my cock glistening  from her juices.

Oh, god!  Fuck me!” she panted. 

But not yet… I had other plans.  Instead, I reached over her, grabbed her hair gently, but firmly, and led her down to her knees. 

I just wanted to watch you lick yourself off me first,” I explained.  

She grinned wide and opened her mouth, showing her enjoyment (and willingness to play along) by clasping her hands behind her back.  Her mouth was mine to use.  And so I slapped my wet cock against her outstretched tongue as she eagerly, blindly lapped at it, purring and cooing for more.  And the more she got into it, the harder I got.

I aimed my cock into Grace’s mouth… and to show me she had more than a few ideas of her own, she took it all, deep, straight away… no hands.  I quickly put my hand on the back of her head and held her there.

Is it just me, or is it that much hotter… you… here… sucking my cock, which is covered in your own cum… in an empty parking lot… in the middle of the night... and you haven’t even looked in my eyes yet?” I told her more than asked.

Grace moaned her agreement, quickly bobbing up and down the length of my cock.  From our online flirtations, she knew that I liked sloppy, wet and loud blowjobs and she more than came through… moaning, sucking, slurping away!  I leaned back, making sure I was getting the whole thing down on tape… (I was gonna come to this for years.)  She took long, fast strokes up and down the length of my cock, then pulled off to catch her breath… her spit spooling out of her mouth and dripping back onto my cock… then she resumed…. Taking small detours to lick and suck on my balls… until I couldn’t take it any more… I had to taste her!

I grabbed her by the arm and lifted her up to standing, leaned in, and as she tried to catch her breath, I kissed her for the first time… deep and passionately… playfully nibbling on her lip... then sucking it into my mouth.  Tenderly darting my tongue into her mouth and tasting her tongue… my hands lifting up the hem of her dress so that they could rest on her naked hips. 

But as I looked down, I noticed her panties, still mid-thigh, the crotch sporting a damp circle.  I reached down and ripped them off one leg, Grace flinching as I did, and then the other… pulling them up to my nose and inhaling her scent.   Mmm… intoxicating!  I had to share them, so I raised the sticky panties for her to smell and she did one better.  She quickly realized what I was doing and took in a deep whiff, licked her lips, and ran her tongue across the creamy panties…. It took all I had not to cum right then and there except that I wanted more of her and her sweet pussy.

So, I took the panties and stuffed them in her mouth, put my hands on her hips and prompted her to hop up on the hood of the car.  Ordinarily, I like to lick a woman thoroughly before ever taking my cock out… taking my time to tease and taunt her pussy before really digging in... but I couldn’t wait with Grace.  Her smoothly shaved slit was already parted after I had taken that one deep stroke.  I had already had a fint tease  (off her lips in that kiss and off her panties), but I needed to taste her sweet, pink flesh. 

I dove in, flicking my tongue across her swollen clit… back and forth… tracing small circles around it… running my tongue up and down the length of her slit… my thumbs parting her…. exposing a sweet little dribble of nectar that ran down her lips and over her little pink rosebud of an asshole.  I lapped it all up, then darted my tongue in and out of her.  Her hips bucked and rose to meet my mouth, which was now smeared and dripping with her juices.  I could tell she was getting close, and I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her pussy up to my face so I could lap at her clit… fast... then slowly… hard… then lightly… mixing up the tempo and motion… feeling her thighs and stomach muscles beginning to twitch.  And then, something unexpected happened…

A car pulled into the lot… clearly using the empty strip mall as a turnaround, the driver stopped and hesitated as their lights slashed across our makeshift set.  I stood and stared at the driver, who quickly completed their turn and sped off.  Grace sat up and began to peel off her blindfold, but I stopped her…

It’s okay, they’re gone… and don’t try and tell me your heart's not pounding… that you’re not more than a little turned on by being watched by a complete stranger!” I teased.

Clearly, she agreed as a broad smile swept across her face and she lay back down, a curled finger beckoning me to resume.  But I had to be inside her… I had to fuck her.  So, I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the hood, slapping my cock against her splayed lips… enjoying watching her squirm each time the head  made the wet smack against her exposed, swollen clit.

You’re such a fucking tease,” she purred.  

I grabbed her hand and led it down around my cock.  I wanted to watch Grace put me inside her.  But as she pressed the head of my cock between her lips another car pulled into the lot… or so I thought.  In fact, it was the same car.  The driver, clearly wanting to see more, parked one row away, cut the engine, but left their lights on. 

We froze.  Her chest heaved with anxiety.  I looked at her… then at the car… and back… unsure what to do now.

Fuck me!” she commanded.  Act like they're not here and fuck me!  Or, better, yet… act like they ARE here and let’s give ‘em a show!  

And with that she pushed my cock inside.  I hesitantly started taking small, shallow strokes, unsure if she meant it.  But when she started rubbing her clit and rolling her hips against my thrusts I knew that she was not only okay with it, but that being watched was actually turning her on.

I plunged my cock inside Grace as deeply as I could.  Her back arched, her purrs and moans grew louder and she bit her lip… cooing, “oh… fuck… yes!

Yeah?  You gonna cum for me?  You gonna cum ON me?” I not so much asked, as begged.  

She didn’t say anything, but I knew her response.  Under the bright headlights it was clear that her chest and neck were flush, her breath shallow, and I could feel her twitching and pulsing around my cock.  She spasmed and clamped down on me and I continued to drive deep inside her.  I pulled her hand away, licked my thumb, and began rubbing her clit as I continued to fuck her straight through a second and third set of spasms.  Until her tight grip was too much for me…

Sensing that I was about to explode, I pulled out and started stroking quickly with one hand while frantically unbuttoning the top of her sundress… I wanted to cum all over her stomach and the tits I had only seen pictures of until now.  But she had other ideas. She pushed me back, and slid off the hood… crouching in front of me, mouth open and tongue extended.

Let’s give them a show…” she growled and I obeyed, stroking my cock and pointing my cum into her open mouth.  

Grace licked and lapped at the tip and it spurted both in her mouth, down her chin and neck and ran down into her still half-unbuttoned cleavage.  

When I stopped, she took me once in her mouth, deep, sucking out any last possible drop, before rising to her feet.  She whipped off her blindfold and stared straight at the peeping tom who quickly backed out his car and peeled off.  As I caught my breath, she licked her lips, we made eye contact for the first time, she glanced at the still rolling camera and said,

I’m gonna want a copy of that!


  1. Pretty f'ing hot! Hope it really happened. ;)

  2. Nothing beats parking lot sex.

    In the places to have sex in, it's a definite Royal Flush!!

  3. Grace, huh? That got me more than a little wet. I haven't had sex over the hood of a car in years. It was always such a thrill, and my husband even blindfolded me a time or two. But to meet a virtual stranger. That gave me some fantasy material for sure! :)