Meeting the morning in the car
As often happens with me, we first corresponded online for a long time. He is married, has a daughter who is currently with his wife at his mother-in-law's. I was also alone at the time and, in search of a partner, spent a lot of time sitting on the internet.
Finally, late at night, he said he was coming to me and I had about an hour to prepare. Then, contrary to my habits, I decided to take a risk and go out to meet him on the street already dressed as a girl. After all the preparations, I was wearing a white wig, a white bra with silicone inserts, a pink top, a brown skirt above the knees, and flesh-colored stockings.
Finally, he arrived. I saw from the window as he got out and wrote to me
in the chat from his phone. Trembling all over with excitement, I went out to him.At first, he didn't believe (or pretended not to believe) that I wasn't who I was presenting myself as. Nevertheless, he suggested going for a ride in his car. It was starting to get light outside, so I quickly, fearing curious glances, jumped into his car and we drove off.
Since I knew the area better, he suggested finding some wasteland without leaving the city. I said I knew such a place nearby.
While we were driving, a police patrol car passed us. Apparently, out of habit, as they drove by, they glanced into the cabin. From fear of being exposed, I broke into a sweat, but everything looked fine to them and they didn't stop us.
The journey wasn't long and soon we arrived, parking in a secluded spot.
"Come on, whore, suck it" — he said ("Lena is a whore" — was our agreement when communicating in the chat).
I took off his pants and with delight began to suck him off while he kneaded my breasts.
I was already very aroused, his arousal was also noticeably growing in my mouth.
After a few minutes, he reclined the seat, took off my panties, and began to knead my ass with his fingers.
By that time, I was already ready to climb onto any oblong object and so I asked him to fuck me.
To which he said with disappointment that he wasn't ready and suggested going home. Apparently, it was uncomfortable for him in the cabin and his arousal subsided while he was busy with my ass.
Since that no longer suited me, I said, wait, and got out of the cabin, leaving the door open. Silently turning around, I got on my knees and started sucking again. When his cock rose, I got on all fours, my knees digging into the grass. "Please, fuck me, I really want it" — I said with excitement.
Setting a good pace, he occasionally kneaded my breast with one hand, pulling the blouse up to my neck, the other firmly holding my waist.
I asked him to spank me with his hand from time to time. Which he, of course, did.
Then, he sat on the seat, and I, turning my back to him, standing on the ground, began to ride his cock.
When he realized I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, and that might attract attention, he asked if he could gag my mouth with my panties. I didn't care anymore — as long as it didn't end — so I agreed.
Taking the panties out of my mouth (they were wet with saliva), "Thank you," I said quietly.
I didn't really need to get dressed — adjusting my skirt and blouse, I got back into the car.
"Let's go home" — he said and drove me.
As we drove, I could feel the silicone insert sticking to my body because of the cum inside the bra. Houses flashed by, my ass was pleasantly itching, and I thought that I hadn't agreed to meet him for nothing.
Pulling up to the house, he said he would walk me in. It was early morning, and I was afraid someone might see us, so I refused. But he was adamant.
While I had already gotten out of the car, he lingered a little. I didn't see, but as it turned out later, he was putting on a condom. Upon entering the stairwell, he roughly pressed me against the wall and lifted my skirt. Since I wasn't wearing panties, his cock entered me immediately without any extra effort.
He would press me against the wall, then bend me over into a "G" shape. I had to restrain my moans — I was being fucked in the stairwell of my building — the neighbors could hear. The wig fell off. The skirt was somewhere around my chest. From the outside, it must have been quite a sight. In the end, he abruptly turned me around, took off the condom, and jerking off, came on my face.
I was on my knees, the last drops were flying from his cock, cum was on my hair, eyelashes, and lips.
And I, with a well-fucked ass and a face full of cum, went home, fortunately, I didn't have far to go up — just one floor.
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