Story by TJ
Midway Rendevous

He watched in his rear view mirror as she entered the parking lot, her headlights pausing momentarily until she spotted his van parked in a secluded corner and then slowly approaching until she pulled up alongside.

Moving quickly around his van, he opened her car door for her. She smiled that seductive smile, the same smile that won his heart the first time he laid eyes on her and his whole body tingled with desire as she, without any attempt at modesty, swung a stockinged leg out of the car, knowing full well the affect of her skirt riding up her leg to reveal stocking top, milky white thigh and red panties would have on him. As she climbed from her seat she ran her hand between his legs, closing around his balls and then straightening his erection for him. He drew her close and they kissed a smouldering kiss as she closed her car door and he slid back the side-opening door of his van. The middle row of seats had long been removed to accommodate such rendevous'.They both climbed inside and knelt on the rug placed in the void, leaving the door open to the world which was part of the excitement.

Facing each other, their bodies close, they kissed sensual kisses as their hands explored. She pulled his t-shirt over his head and ran her fingers through his chest hair. He unbuttoned her shirt but did not remove it, merely pushing the thin material aside allowing her ample breasts freedom, moving against them with his chest and feeling the hardened nipples bore into his skin as their tongues entwined. She reached for his belt and deftly undid it, unzipped his pants and eased them down to his knees, feeling his rampant manhood slide between her breasts as she reached down. With difficulty, he sat up on the back seat, spread his knees as he perched on the edge and invited her to take him in her mouth.

Her eyes sparkled as she gazed at his penis and couldn't stop herself from reaching for it and taking it firmly in her grasp, slowly sliding up and down it's length. He closed his eyes and gave a little start as her tongue licked the dewdrop that had formed on its head, forcing the tip under the skin and rolling around, savoring the taste. Slowly she slid him in her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue swirling the head. Cupping his balls in her hand she took all of him in her throat and slide him in and out at a varying pace, sucking the way up and forcing him to the back of her throat time and time again. He was grasping her head now trying to control her but she was enjoying herself too much to allow him that privilege. Suddenly she withdrew her mouth. Still stroking him, she looked into his eyes and an unsaid message passed between them.

They traded places, she hiked her skirt high around her thighs and as her bottom was off the seat, he ripped her red panties from her. Spreading her legs wide, his fingers slipped inside her wetness easily. She moaned loudly. She was ready. She wanted him. He bent low and licked between her legs, forcing his tongue inside her. He sucked each lip as his fingers spread her open. She pulled at her pubic hair to bring her swollen clit for him to service. He devoured it, nibbling first then sucking on it's hardness. She was pressing herself against his face as he sucked, his fingers working inside her and as she felt one being inserted in her anus she almost passed out with pleasure. She was tugging on her nipples and riding on his tongue and rapidly reaching the point of no return. She pulled on his hair, cupped his chin in her hand and brought his face up to hers and sucked her own juices from his tongue. He moved forward and positioned himself between her thighs. She gasped as she felt him thrust inside her, his arms behind her knees holding her open, as he pumped deep. She bit on her bottom lip and grasped the back of the seat with both hands as her powered inside her, sliding easily in the mix of their excitement. Their eyes were locked on one another as she ground against him, moving her hips to match his thrusts, neither of them caring about the open van door nor the rocking of the suspension which would be obvious to anyone nearby. Beads of perspiration were on their brows as he released her legs, grabbed the back of the seat and nailed her hard, fast and furious. Their combined explosions of satisfaction drew deep moans from both of them, her legs wrapped around him, their hearts hammering inside their chests, breath difficult to control.

Knees aching, he slowly sank back on his heels as he watched his juices slowly trickle from her onto the seat. "One of these days, I'm going to remember a towel for the back seat.” he said. "One of these days, we won't have to meet like this.” she said and they both smiled, knowing that they'd both miss these midway rendezvous'.

 
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