Meeting two different Redditors after posting in a local sub.
First encounter: We arranged to meet at a certain aisle at Target. I got there before he did and scoped out the best aisle with fewer cameras and people. I sent him a picture of what I was wearing along with the aisle number. I could feel my heart thumping in my ears. We found each other and exchanged a nod, then he quickly started touching my tits and ass. I turned to face him, pulled my shirt down and told him to suck. Someone else walked into the aisle so we walked out to his car. The second I sat down, I bared my chest and he immediately went to worship. His eagerness and excitement translated over into squeezing, suckling, and biting as people walked by. We moved to a walking trail down the road and in the woods is where he really went to work. More sucking, more fondling, even asked if he could lick my armpits (I don’t shave them) to which I consented. It was so fucking hot. I wanted to do it again with someone else.
Second encounter: This happened yesterday and it’s been playing over and over in my head since. I saw a message request I originally wasn’t going to answer, but something made me come back to it and I replied. We talked for a few days and agreed to meet this coming Tuesday. He was out of state for a business trip and we chatted non stop. The connection was so genuine and raw, we ended up telling each other things that’d we never shared with others before. I asked about his return flight and what he’d be doing after landing. Next thing I know, we agree to meet in the parking garage of where he’d be working for the rest of the day. I arrived before him and went up to the fourth floor where no other cars were parked. At this point, I can feel my heart pounding quicker. I was so nervous waiting for his car to pull up, my hands were shaking at this point. Meeting a complete stranger who also felt like someone I’ve known for years.
He parked and I nervously made my way into his back seat. I said “Hi! I’m real!” He said hello and smiled, I followed with “I’m so nervous” to which he asked for my hand and put it on his neck so I could feel his quickened pulse. We looked at each other and in a matter of seconds we were kissing. I started undoing the buttons on my dress and he took a nipple to his mouth as his hands started to roam. I felt he was too far from me so I inched closer as we kissed and straddled him. It felt so natural, like I wasn’t on top of someone I’d met mere minutes ago.
I could feel the heat radiating from my pussy as we kissed. His hand went up my dress and he felt it too. His hand played with my clit as my hips moved back and forth. Between the mental stimulation from days of talking, to the adrenaline rush of meeting a stranger, I think it took less than 60 seconds for him to make me cum. We kissed with hunger. Still on top of him, he leaned me back so I was resting on the drivers seat. The eye contact we maintained we the most erotic bit. I moved my hips, grinding my pussy on lap as I felt my body relax and move intuitively while he gripped my hips and ran his hands from my thighs, up my torso. He made me cum a second time. He had to get back to work and I had things to do so I thanked him and started buttoning my dress back up. We kissed again and I opened my legs so he could have one last glimpse at my throbbing pussy. He looked at me, looked at the time, and then said “I think there’s one more in there,” I nodded and he started working on my pussy again. I asked for his fingers inside me and he obliged. He said “cum for me one more time,” as he looked deep into my eyes and thrusted his fingers inside me. He could feel the orgasm coming. Shifted his face closer to mine and says “that’s mine,” He claimed my pleasure. I let it ripple through me and he continued—I wanted him to, but instead I said “you have to stop or I’m going to squirt all over your backseat.” We said our goodbyes and my head was spinning as I got back into my car. I told him I’d be writing about it here and now he is eagerly waiting to read what I had to say.
My heart is once again pounding in my chest as I recount this, and now I can’t wait for Tuesday.