More from my memories for anyone needing inspiration for date night; as always, mild kink.

He was 26 and I was 23 years old, 5'2 and petite but severely snatched and curvy, size 32D bra size, and size 10 jean with a small waist, and I met up with my current partner early in our days. He is a beast at 6'4 and wide backed like a linebacker and looked glorious in straight leg jeans. We had a day where we said we would meet at the bar and pretend like we haven't seen each other in months (we had just spent all week with each other) and would dress to the nines. I decided to go with a cat eye eyeliner look and red lips, a black fetish-y set of gloves with a statement necklace, long burgundy winter coat, and a saucy black strapped up lace-up skintight vinyl dress under my coat with stockings and doc martins to go. These looks are his weakness. We spent the dimly lit candlelit dinner session exchanging looks, sipping whiskey cocktail drinks, and wanting more. We had moved to a rounded corner booth sitting close to each other to get dinner at the gastropub and we cozied next to each other. He saw my cleavage pushed up with this dress and snuck a hand in my coat while sneaking a kiss - he whispered that he was having dirty thoughts about my lack of a bra and this shiny laced up alternative dress. He kissed my neck and rubbed my breast hoping to stimulate the top part of my pink areolas easily revealed by pushing the sweetheart neckline down - all of this hidden by the coat to the wandering eye. Each time the waiter came by, our heart rate would go up, and he was all back to business and focused, hands shifted down. When we finally placed our order and awaited the entree, he moved down to the tight fabric on the bottom of my dress, felt me up in the inner thigh and felt the dripping from my parts on the top lining of the thigh-high stockings I chose to wear from just the excitement of being out and about. I grumbled about how we have to do something about this or I'll leave wet discharge on the dinner booth. This was reciprocated but there were too many wandering eyes. We ate our dinner and moved along with drinks, and our personal dessert awaited us at home.

On the way home, the idea of dessert road head was suggested and I smiled deviously at the idea. While he drove very focused, I took off my coat, gripped his pants to feel his length, and crouched down over the middle console from the passenger-side, unzipped his pants, and took out his massive cock. He was girthy but also long to take, already hardened and I started by licking the top of the glans, gave him huge eyes, stroked his parts and got him very hard; I proceeded to put it in my mouth and bob my head up and down its entire length; there were people in the parking lot probably fully aware of what we were doing as he left the spot. He drove carefully with one
hand, and grabbed roughly around my hair with the left hand; he helped me bob my head up and down and I pushed down my top to reveal my perky but prominent breasts - I alternated with my now exposed breasts, rubbing against his shaft leaning across the passenger seat console. He demanded I spit on it, and I did.
I spoke of all I wanted to do to his cock the whole 10 minutes to my place in between sucking sessions. I took him to the back of my throat right as he edged and moaned. We exited the car then, and we both rushed inside. With his strength, he picked me up forcefully and sat me on the couch. He demanded I unlace the dress and push it down more and pull the skirt up and I obeyed. He left me in a scrunched up unlaced black vinyl outfit with laces loosened, black lace undergarments and my stockings and pushed me on the coach, putting himself near my crotch. He thoroughly ate me out as I moaned and cried out profanities, and grabbed my thighs with strong grip. This made me edge hard. He then sat down next to me and grabbed me fast, then had me finish off by getting on top of him by moving my panties to the side and sitting on him- I balanced myself on his thighs, rocked hard and fast while he watched my perky breasts jump back and forth and grabbed them to give the nipples suction and kisses. He would pull me closer to kiss my mouth with lots of tongue and force; his kisses were whiskey scented and nearly killed me, Our sweat accumulated together with his forceful grabs and fast pace, and I came hard and suddenly and almost pushed him out. He could not hold back, but used his arms to grip and held me down and he came in me with three good pumps. His member throbbed, and he stayed in me to keep his cum in me. As I stayed leaned forward on him panting, his girth was too much and I eased off, seeing his ooze all over me. We always took care to avoid this by pulling out because of mistrusting birth control, but it was one of the only times I let this occur where we felt free and had 0 consequences.