As far as first dates go, this one had me feeling pretty impressed, that’s for sure.

My plans with some friends had fallen through around two p.m, and the text exchange with my date had gone something like this;

T: Change of plans. My friend has COVID and can’t do dinner :(

I: That sucks, I hope they’re okay. On the brightside, am I hearing that you’re free tonight?

T: I was already mentally prepared for a night out so consider me available

I: I’ve got tickets for a concert in the city. Do you like Greek food?

And so by 4pm I was in Isaac’s passenger seat, humming along to Radiohead as he drove us down the highway.

The two of us shared a Yros at a hole-in-the-wall Greek place in the middle of the city and attended a concert of a small and up-and-coming Indie artist at a dimly lit bar nearby.

Now, he was driving us home.

“What did you think of the artist?” He asks as an Arctic Monkeys song finishes.

“Oh, she was great,” I replied enthusiastically, “she performs really well live, I’m definitely going to add a few of her songs to my playlists.”

Isaac grinned back at me, and his eyes flickered to a sign up ahead.

“There’s a turn off in about five kilometres,” he says, taking on a suggestive tone, “I know a place if you want to pull over for a bit.”

My gaze flickered down to his lap, where there is an evident outline of a hard-on.

I had only known this guy for a few weeks, and already he was giving me some of the best sex of my life (so far, I am still young). His sex drive was insanely high, and in the few times we had driven somewhere together, something as simple as tracing my fingers on his thigh had him rock hard and ready to go.

For example, like in this present moment, where my fingernails, which had previously been circling his upper thigh, now inched towards his hard-on as we raced down the highway.

“Five kilometres?” I confirmed with him, “That just gives me plenty of time to tease you.”

Isaac let out a small groan as I propped myself up onto my knees, giving anyone who drove past a view of my exposed ass as the skirt as I was wearing slipped up a tad.

Leaning over the hand-brake (say what you want about an automatic car, it sure does make it easier to give road head), I deftly unbutton his pants and in one quick movement, I have his hard cock in hand.

I marvel for a moment at the beading pre-cum forming on the tip of his dick, and lean my head down to lick it up in one quick movement, earning a shiver from Isaac.

“You’re going to make it hard to concentrate,” he murmured under the sound of the music.

I don’t answer, instead I swirl my tongue around the thick head of his cock and then take him into my mouth.

My lips form an O-shape around the width of him as I lube the head of his cock with my tongue. The pleasantly salty taste of his pre-cum fills my mouth as I reach my hand over to encircle the base of his dick and begin to slowly pump the length of him that isn’t engulfed in my mouth.

I take him deeper, slowly working my head lower onto his lap as he drives. By the time he’s pulled over on a dark back road a few minutes later, I have a steady, wet rhythm going, my head bobbing up and down on his dick. The sound of my gagging and slurping on his dick fills the car as he turns off the stereo and headlights.

“Come here,” he demands, raspily, lifting me up to cup my chin and kiss me breathlessly. I moan against his mouth as his hand moves back to cup the back of my head, holding me gently against him as his tongue darts between my lips and teases my own.

With his free hand, Isaac reaches down and starts to jerk himself off needily. I moan again at the site and lean back to hastily kick my panties off, pleased to notice a glistening, wet patch on them, whilst he fishes a condom from his pocket and deftly slides it on.

It doesn’t take long for him to manoeuvre me onto his lap, and I find a foothold between his seat and the centre-console (thank you Ford!). With his hands on my hips, and mine on his shoulder and the passenger seat, Isaac lowers me down onto his hard cock.

We both let out a breathy moan as he enters me easily.

“Fuck, Tara,” Isaac groaned into my ear as the length of him fills me entirely. All I can do is moan in response, feeling the head of cock nestled against my cervix in a delightful, pleasurable pain.

“You’re so fucking big,” I gasp as I adjust to the size of him, and my pussy clenches around him in response to the dry, breathy chuckle he lets out.

“You feel so perfect,” he sighs, his hands grabbing my hips as I grind softly on his lap.

I move my hand down between us to slip my fingers between my wet folds to play with my clit. I let out a loud moan as I quickly find the sweet spot that sends bolts of pleasure down my spine. Something tells me this is going to be quick, but no less passionate as usual.

Isaac uses his grip on my hips to rock me back and forth, thrusting up into me desperately as I grab his shoulder with my free hand and start to bounce up and down on his cock.

Each thrust of his dick sends wave after wave of pleasure through my body, the slight curve of his member hitting and rubbing my G-spot within just how I liked it.

I made sure to tell him too, breathily gasping to him, “Yes, Isaac, just like that, don’t fucking stop,” as I quickened the pace, rubbing my clit faster and faster almost to keep up with the pace at which he hit my sweet spot within.

“Your pussy feels like fucking heaven,” Isaac almost growled, his voice raspy with need, “come here and fucking kiss me,” he demanded.

I oblige him, pressing my head against his forehead, my nose brushing his as I kiss him passionately, my lips mashing against his, our tongues dancing in our mouths.

I’m so entranced by the kiss, his brutal claiming of my mouth, that I don’t notice his hands moving to my ass until his fingers, wet with my pussy juices, are inching closer to my asshole.

“You said you like it,” he murmurs softly against my lips, “do you mind?”

I shiver at his blatant show of respect, appreciating the way his hands stilled as he waited for my consent.

“You’re going to make me cum insanely hard if you do that,” I respond, kissing the side of his mouth as it quirks up into a half smile.

“Good,” he says simply, before claiming my mouth once more. I play with my clit, moaning as his cock slides in and out of my pussy, so wet it’s almost gushing. Isaac’s fingers teases my ass, lubing me up with my own fucking juices.

“You never need lube with me,” he groans, his mouth moving to my neck, “it’s so fucking hot how wet you get for me.”

“All because of you,” I moan in response as he slowly rubs the outside of my asshole. The lightning-like pleasure rolls over my body, the pressure intensifying with each blissful, strong stroke of his cock.

“Oh my God, Isaac,” I cry out, rocking my hips against his. Something hitched in the way he was thrusting, fucking me intensely, and the head of his cock was suddenly, perfectly, applying pressure against my G-spot.

“You’re going to cum, aren’t you?” He almost chuckled, and moved his head back to force our foreheads back together.

“Fuck, yes,” I moan, barely able to keep my eyes open as I rubbed at my clit needily, the pressure building like a wave at the molten core between my legs. Suddenly, he slipped the tip of a wet finger into my ass, the warm pleasure tipping me over the edge as I cried out loudly.

“Cum for me, baby,” Isaac growled against my neck, steadily pumping his cock into me. My body twitched in response, thighs shaking as the orgasm rocked through my body, exploding like stars, covering me in pure bliss as my pussy clenched around his cock.

I barely had time to react as Isaac suddenly fucked me harder, deeper than he was before, his thrusts becoming increasingly erratic, his grip on my hips tightening to a painful pleasure.

“Fuck, Tara,” he groaned breathlessly as he buried his cock into my pussy one last time, rocking his hips against mine as his own orgasm hit him.

I slumped against him, cock still buried deep inside me, my body feeling completely limp.

“Holy shit,” I sighed breathlessly, resting my head against his shoulder. Isaac’s chest rumbled underneath me as he

chuckled lightly, “That was pretty insane for my first time having car sex.”

I bolted upright, my eyes meeting his, “No way! Really?” I laugh in astonishment, for some reason completely surprised.

“I’m one-hundred-percent serious,” he replies, “I’m afraid nothing will easily top this.”

“Ha,” I kiss him lightly, “glad it was memorable.”