A few weeks after my last story, my husband (then boyfriend) and I found ourselves back at that same parking lot making out again. It was the middle of the day this time, instead of or normal nighttime routine. In the past few weeks, he had run his hand along my pussy multiple times, always outside my shorts and panties. This day though, once we started making out and he ran his hand along my pussy,

I told him, “that feels so unbelievably good, I love when you do that.” He responded, “what this” and proceeded to just focus on rubbing my pussy with his hand (still clothes, I’m not a slut guys 😉). I grabbed the center console and seat in pleasure and moaned, “yes, that!”

He proceeded to slip his hand inside my shorts (still over my panties, remember I’m not a slut!) and said, “I bet it would feel even better with less fabric then.” He started kissing my neck and rubbing my now soaking wet pussy through my panties. I’d gotten wet every time we made out, but never like this! My panties were soaked with my pussy juices, to the point where they were starting to soak the shorts I had on. He just kept kissing and biting my neck and rubbing my hot, wet pussy. It felt so good I couldn’t do anything in response.

After a few minutes, I noticed it suddenly felt even better. Between gasping for breath from the pleasure, I asked, “are your fingers in me?” He whispered in my ear, “yeah, I slid your panties to the side so I could finger you. Do you want me to stop?” When he said this he pulled his fingers out of my pussy but kept them in my panties. I pulled on his shirt to pull him closer and said “don’t you dare stop, finger my pussy!” (okay, okay, maybe I’m a bit of a slut 😘)

He didn’t hesitate to immediately thrust two fingers back into my pussy. When he was doing it before, it was slow and gentle. More teasing the inside of my vagina. Now the slow and gentle were gone, all that was left was passion, need, and desire.

He started sliding both fingers in and out of my pussy, hard and fast. I could hear my pussy juices every time he did it, I was absolutely soaked. Every time his fingers slid inside me, his palm hit my clit. It was all I could do to hold still and not writhe around in ecstasy. I remember begging him, “don’t stop, please don’t stop, keep going!”

I was in far too much pleasure to do anything other than enjoy the moment. As he was fingering me, I felt his other hand slip inside the bottom of my shirt. He slid it slowly up over my stomach and to the base of my bra where he hesitated. After a moment or two waiting for him to keep going with his hand in my shirt, I told him, “don’t you dare stop there.” I pulled my bra up off my boobs so the only thing covering them was my shirt.

He started playing with my tits and pinching and pulling on my hard pointy nipples while his other hand was fingering my pussy. He whispered in my ear, “Do you like it when I finger fuck your pussy?” I’d never heard him swear before, but hearing those words turned me on even more. I couldn’t even keep my response to a whisper, I yelled out, “yes, don’t stop, finger fuck my fucking pussy!!” I’d never said “fuck” before in my life. Saying it now felt so right, so dirty, so freeing.

He started finger fucking my wet pussy harder and faster. He was pulling on my nipples harder. I felt something building inside of me, but had no idea what it was. Finally the pleasure climaxed and I knew exactly what it was. My first orgasm. There, in that public parking lot, in the middle of the day, I had the first orgasm of my life from my boyfriend of only a few weeks fingering my wet pussy. And I knew then and there that couldn’t be the last time he made me cum.