"lf magsasayang ng gas"

That was the title of my ad in one of those dubious r4r subs after a terribly boring date. I wanted a little bit of excitement and the idea of teasing a stranger in their own car was my chosen adventure for the night. I imagined that they would drive us around as I'd sit pretty in the passenger's seat wearing a top, shorts, a thong and nothing else, while pleasuring myself the entire time. The challenge for them was to ignore me and continue our conversation as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening even if I was moaning a lung out. Only when they were at their limit would I finally allow them to touch me. The fantasy of a tease.

The one person that stood out amongst the flood of messages was this guy who agreed from the get go to no penetration. He also readily sent me a photo when I asked if he fit my requirement of having a nice body and said he'd make up for it in looks and personality. The confidence made me raise my brow a little. Sige nga, I thought. I'm glad I chose him, though, because he turned out to be super cute in person, his features evident even in the dark confines of his car. 'Yon nga lang, he spoke English in an accent and even though it added to his overall *pogi-*ness, all I could think of was there would be no dirty talk in Tagalog.

We drove around for about an hour, just talking and getting to know each other on a surface level. Considering this was my first time doing something so ridiculous, I was awkward at first while he yapped away about one thing or another (and boy was he a freaking yapper). He assured me that there was no pressure to actually push through with my plans and we could end the night without doing anything. Him not being pushy made me comfortable enough to start doing what I was there to do.

I placed my hands over my chest and began discreetly caressing my nipples, thumbs flicking the soft nubs until they pebbled and stood erect. I was wearing a camisole top, denim shorts and, like I promised, no bra with just a thong for my bottoms. The caresses went on for a bit before I pulled the straps of my top down to expose my small breasts. The car was only lightly tinted, adding to the thrill of possibly being discovered. Obviously, I didn't actually want people to see so I covered myself with the thin cardigan I brought whenever it felt like I was too exposed and continued to massage my nipples and breast underneath. It was a weird mix of excitement and anxiety, fondling myself while partially nude, not knowing whether the people at the busy intersection could see me with my tits out.

This entire time he and I were talking like normal with little to no dead air between us (thanks to him, mostly) until I asked if I could take my shorts off.

"Yeah, sure, of course." He answered like it didn't affect him but the mood went from friendly to something a little more sensual.

After placing my shorts in my bag, I reached down, pulled my thong to the side and found myself predictably wet. Still covered by the cardigan, I started rubbing myself as I asked him more questions to keep the conversation going. He still answered but there was a slight delay in his response and it became obvious pretty quickly that his attention was no longer on the conversation. At some point, I took out my clit sucker to show him that yes, I brought my toy but I continued to use my fingers to stimulate that small bundle of nerves until I could feel the still waters within start to ripple. When we drove through a dark and mostly empty street, I turned the toy on and placed it on my clit.

The shift in the air was palpable.

He seemed to have heard the slight buzz and went quiet. It was so weird (and frankly kind of hot) because just a few moments earlier he was so talkative. Distracted, yes, but talkative nevertheless. This time, however, he stopped chatting completely and the only sounds you could hear were the low humming of his car, the vibration of the toy, and my breaths, deep and heavy.

We kept circling around the same area where the streets were almost empty. It was past midnight so even if he drove on a snail's pace, we weren't inconveniencing anybody.

"Do you want to touch?" I asked, my voice almost a whisper. His right arm shot out, palm warm on my nipples, fiddling with them, alternating between flicks and pinches, adding to my arousal. He asked if he could wet his fingers before playing with the nubs and I said sure, not really knowing what he meant. He gestured for me to suck his thumb so I suck as though it was his cock and he let out a few soft moans that set my fucking blood on fire. I sucked more enthusiastically and was rewarded with more moans and holy fuck my brain fizzled a tiny bit. Little did I know that this was only a preview of what was to come.

He grabbed my left hand, led it to his mouth and started sucking on my digits like a pacifier. The gesture took me out for a second but it clearly turned him on, groaning with his lips around my fingers. At the back of my head I wondered what kind of oral fixation this was and if the guy was actually bisexual. Maybe he liked sucking dick, too, the thought of which only turned me on more (unfortunately he is, I am sad to report, very, very straight).

As the car moved at glacial pace in the dark, empty road, the electricity in my body built up to a crescendo. The toy was doing its job but his fingers and tongue and moans brought me to the high that I craved and before I knew it, I was cumming.

I inhaled a few deep breaths to bring myself back down as he put his right hand on my thigh. Even though I had just orgasmed, it felt a waste to have his hand just resting there so I directed it to my wetness where he rubbed me for a while before slipping a finger in and massaging a spot that had me moaning.

In my periphery, I caught him adjusting himself. I didn't even notice he had gotten hard, my mind too focused on the task at hand and the excitement of climaxing on the road. He placed my hand on top of his groin while still fingering me. At some point, I couldn't take it anymore and asked him to park somewhere. I imagined an empty parking lot at a mall but instead we drove to the basement of his condo building.

There, with the headlights off and the car facing the wall, he continued to rub me, body crossing the console as he leaned towards me, lips inches away from mine. This entire time we had not kissed and as he was fingering me more furiously, more concentrated, it was like a magnet was pulling my lips to his. I asked if I could kiss him and leaned in.

His lips were soft, kisses gentle, a contradiction to how roughly he was massaging me from the inside. I wasn't used to being kissed so softly, my typical hook ups involved lip biting and tongue fighting. At the back of my mind I thought he must not be into kissing me with how tender he was being when he suddenly took out his finger covered in my juice and slipped it between our lips.

Uhm. What.

That had never happened with any of my previous partners and just like with the finger sucking earlier, it kind of sobered me up a little bit, unfogged the haze gathering in my head. But not enough to deter me from making him cum.

"I want to blow you," I murmur.

He pulled his shorts down and his hard cock sprung free. His tool was average, thank fuck, because that meant I could take the entirety of him in my mouth without gagging too much. I began teasing the head, tongue swirling around the glans and licking the underside until I reached his balls. I would have wanted to play with them more but the space was too cramped for me to angle myself properly so I decided to just focus on his cock.

He was stiff, very, very stiff, and I noticed that when I stroked a certain area near the frenulum, he'd twitch in pleasure. I suckled the top of the head before covering more skin until my lips enveloped the entire glans, tongue still playing with his opening. With every downward motion of my head, I lowered myself on to him until my nose hit his pubes and his entire member was coated with my saliva. I can't deepthroat so most of the time my mouth worked on the top half of his cock while my hand covered the rest.

His reaction was priceless. He'd hold on to the door handle, to the console, to his headrest just to keep himself from finishing too soon. He never put his hand on my head and let me control the pace, which I was glad to do. When my jaw was tired, I would stroke him and watch him squirm in his seat. He was so fucking sensitive, every twist and turn of my wrist would elicit a moan, an exhale, a jerk or a shudder. It was fun trying to find the rhythm and pattern that would drive him to edge. When holding on to things wasn't enough, he would engage me in conversation all of a sudden just so he wouldn't blow his load. Not gonna lie, the image of this cute guy at the mercy of a twist of my hand, moaning like a little slut for me, his expression of pain and ecstasy... what little domme I had in me was fucking delighted.

And his fucking moans. It could fuel my wet dreams for days. Ladies and gents who love listening to audio juicies here will understand what I'm talking about. A good moaner, one who lets it all out without shame or restraint, is such an ego booster. My blowjob and handjob skills might have been subpar but the way his mouth curved into that lovely O, his eyes all dazed in pleasure, and that sound from his throat lit up all the right neurons in my brain in a way that made me drunk with glee.

I forget how long I kept blowing and stroking him. At some point, I asked him if he wanted to come and he said he simultaneously did and did not want to because it felt too good. I felt a little guilty because by this time he had almost cum twice and I told him to hold it in so I told him he could finally come.

He exploded like geyser, spurts of his load covering his shirt and tummy, my hand and watch. I continued rubbing him until his dick softened and returned to its flaccid state. After calming down and cleaning up a bit, he drove me home.

As I stepped out of his car, I could tell he had forgotten my name. It was a bit anticlimactic. No cuddles, no hugs, no aftercare. Still, it was a good story to write about - a one time thing with a cute guy where we both got what we wanted without penetration. My only regret was not recording his moans but alas, it was fine, I told myself. At least I got to experience something like that once in my life.

Well.

We did it again a week later. :)