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We planned to meet at an Italian restaurant at seven.

Getting ready, I pulled out this coral red dress I'd been waiting for an excuse to wear. It was covered in delicate embroidered flowers, with tiny white pearls scattered throughout, and it fit me perfectly. I'd known exactly how good I looked in it from the moment I'd tried it on in the store. I'd bought it because of the way it made me feel when I looked in the mirror. Soft and feminine, but impossible not to notice.

That night felt like exactly the right moment to finally wear it.

I left my curls loose, letting them fall naturally around my face. Around my neck, I layered delicate gold and green necklaces, the chains settling against my skin just above the neckline of the dress. Then I slipped into a pair of chunky black heels.

I remember looking at myself one last time before I left and thinking, Yeah. This is going to be fun.

At that point, I thought I was just getting dressed for dinner.

When I got to the restaurant, he was already inside.

He spotted me through the glass doors as I walked up, and I swear the look that came over his face was priceless. There was something incredibly satisfying about watching someone see you and immediately realizing that, yes, the dress had done exactly what you'd hoped it would.

Dinner somehow turned into hours.

We talked until we were the last people left in the restaurant. Eventually the waiters started making those increasingly obvious little check ins, and we finally took the hint and headed outside.

He walked me to my car.

For all the chemistry we'd had over dinner, it still seemed like we were actually going to behave. We stood beside my car saying goodbye, and then he looked at me and asked if he could kiss me.

I said yes.

He stepped close, one hand settling around my waist while the other cupped my face, and pulled me toward him.

The first kiss was surprisingly slow. Soft. His tongue cautiously slipped into my mouth, almost like he was testing how far I'd let him go. I let my tongue meet his, teasing him for a moment before gently catching his bottom lip between my teeth.

That changed something.

His kiss immediately became hungrier.

Suddenly my back was against my car and his hands were everywhere, grabbing my ass through the thin fabric of my dress and pulling my body tightly against his. There was absolutely no hiding how hard he was.

And apparently I had no interest in pretending I hadn't noticed.

The dress was so thin that I could feel him pressed against me, and instead of creating space, I grabbed him and pulled him even closer. I started grinding against him while we kissed, my fingers wandering down and casually slipping beneath his waistband.

His hard cock felt so fucking good against me.

We stayed like that for several minutes, kissing, touching, grinding against each other beside my car like we'd completely forgotten we were standing in a fucking parking lot.

Then his mouth left mine.

He moved down my neck and started sucking on it in this slow, absolutely magical way that made whatever self control I had left disappear.

By that point, I was so fucking horny I could feel my pussy juices literally dripping down my leg.

He still hadn't touched the one place I was absolutely aching for him to touch.

Eventually, I got impatient.

I grabbed his hand and guided it between my thighs myself.

He pulled his mouth away from my neck just long enough to look at me.

“Fuck, you are naughty, aren't you?”

Then he kissed me again and slipped a finger between my wet folds, circling my swollen clit with his fingers.

I was already so worked up that it didn't take long before I was grinding my hips against his hand, completely shameless about how badly I wanted it. When I felt the first shudders of an orgasm beginning to roll through me, his mouth dropped back to my neck. He sucked hard against my skin as he kept touching me, and that combination pushed me over the edge.

Right there against my car.

Afterward, he asked if we could get inside and continue.

I laughed and told him my car was kind of a mess.

Which was true.

But apparently not enough of a mess to make either of us reconsider what we were doing.

Instead, I pulled him back into another kiss and finally slipped my hand down his pants. I wrapped my hand around his hard cock and started stroking him. I immediately noticed how thick he felt, thicker than my ex, although probably around the same length. His precum made it easy to circle my thumb around the tip before sliding my hand back down his cock.

And then he started talking.

“Right here in the parking lot?”

That alone made me hotter.

“I bet there's a camera somewhere watching us do this.”

Fuck.

There was something about hearing him actually acknowledge where we were, standing beside my car, out in the open, knowing there was every possibility that someone could see us, that made the entire thing feel even more forbidden.

Then, just when I was starting to think we weren't actually going to take it any further, he pulled his cock out and asked if he could fuck me right there in the parking lot.

I didn't need convincing.

Still facing him, I pulled him closer, lifted one leg and raised my dress, exposing my pussy to him. He held my leg up as he slid himself inside me, his other hand grabbing my tit.

The feeling of him filling me almost made me come again immediately.

Maybe it was him.

Maybe it was everything we'd spent the last several minutes building toward.

Or maybe it was the realization that I was actually letting someone fuck me outside, against my car, wearing this beautiful little coral dress I'd originally put on for an innocent Italian dinner.

I'd fucked around in a parking lot before, years ago.

But I'd never done anything this exposed.

There was no real attempt to hide what we were doing. No locked door between us and the rest of the world. No pretending we weren't being reckless.

And the part that surprised me most?

I fucking loved it.

I didn't care if somebody saw me.

If anything, knowing they could made every sensation sharper.

I'd spent the evening looking sweet and feminine in embroidered flowers and tiny pearls, and now my dress was pulled up around my hips while I let a man fuck me against my car where anyone could potentially see us.

It felt filthy.

It felt reckless.

It felt so fucking good to be naughty in public.

Eventually, he turned me around so he could fuck me from behind.

Whatever restraint he'd been holding onto disappeared.

He started fucking me hard and fast, and by then my moans were very fucking audible. I didn't care anymore. I wanted him to hear me. I wanted him to know exactly how good he felt and how badly I'd needed him inside me.

He leaned close to my ear.

“You like being a slut in public, don't you?”

I moaned yes.

“You want someone to see you getting fucked like this?”

“Yes.”

Every time I admitted it, he fucked me harder.

He kept whispering about how hot it was, how naughty I was for letting him do this to me out in the open, and I answered him every single time.

I was completely drenched by then, my wetness literally running down my leg toward my knee.

I finally managed to tell him I was close.

And then he grabbed my hair.

Holy fuck.

It was somehow gentle and firm at the same time. Enough pressure to make me feel completely held without hurting. He kept me there with my hair gathered in his hand, pulling against it while he fucked me until another orgasm rolled through me.

My entire body started shaking against him.

And apparently that was the exact moment the universe decided we'd pushed our luck far enough.

The restaurant door opened.

Several of the waiters walked outside carrying trash.

We separated immediately. He pulled out and quickly buttoned his pants while I tried to make myself look remotely like a woman who had simply been standing beside her car in a pretty coral dress and definitely had not just been getting fucked against it.

We looked at each other.

There really wasn't much discussion necessary.

We were finishing this at his place.

And we did.

The rest of that night was fucking perfect.

But there's something about that parking lot that I still can't get out of my head.

Maybe it was the risk. Maybe it was hearing myself admit how much being exposed turned me on. Maybe it was the feeling of his hand in my hair while I came against him. Maybe it was knowing that at any second someone could walk around the corner and see exactly what we were doing.

Or maybe it was the contrast that gets me.

I'd walked into that restaurant hours earlier in embroidered flowers, pearls and heels, looking soft, feminine and put together.

Then I walked out and ended up with my dress around my hips, soaking wet, moaning loudly enough that I absolutely could have been heard, letting a man fuck me against my car in the restaurant parking lot.

And when people finally did come outside, we'd barely managed to stop in time.

I should probably be more embarrassed about that than I am.

Instead, every time I think about it, I remember exactly how fucking good it felt to discover just how much I enjoyed being anything but a good girl.

I have been playing with my online friends all day. Each one is so different from the next. Some are sweet and sensual. Some like when I give them instructions. Others like when I play good girl and listen to what daddy tells me. My favorites are those that beg and praise me 😍 it awakes something deep inside me that makes me absolutely feral. I love hearing them moan, telling me how perfect I am. I get so wet when hearing how much they wish they were inside me. I have lost track of the number of times I have cum, but remember every single one of theirs.