This is the second part of the NSFW version of my unsent letter, and this is about Eleanor, who is also the muse for my first story (my first kiss was on the wrong pair of lips.) You can find the other posts on my profile, but this can also be read as a standalone story.

In the Wedding Hall Parking Lot Ellie texted me that she had a wedding that afternoon in the fancy part of Long Island, and asked me if I wanted to pick her up and hang out afterwards, as she knew I’d be in the general area anyway because of a job. I was happy to pick her up and drive her back to where we lived, as it would be a few hours and I enjoyed her company, and if she wanted to get naughty on the drive… I certainly wouldn’t be complaining. Since the venue was about 30 minutes away from me, I drove over and killed some time while enjoying the pics she had sent me earlier of her lingerie under the dress- wanting to save the actual dress for when I saw her In person.

When she was ready to leave, I was already chilling in the back of the parking lot, away from any of the ornate antique style lamps which littered the lot. It was as secluded as I could find, and with the wedding in full swing, the chances of anyone else showing up next to us would be slim. I got out of my car to pull her into a long hug before taking a step back to look at her dress and dolled up face. She was wearing the Spicebomb perfume and it was sweet and seductive on her skin, mingling with her sweat from an evening of dancing in the late May heat. I kissed her neck and licked her skin while my hands cupped her ass, just barely sliding up her thighs as I bunched up her dress. It was blue, yellow, and full of flowers- very summery and it matched the sunshine yellow panties which I had seen earlier. The soft lace was now under my rough palm, I was caressing her sweet ass as Eleanor looked into my eyes and pressed her thighs together “now I see why you made me walk so far in these heels, Daddy” she whispered.

“I’ll massage your sore feet baby” I whispered back into her ear before we started to kiss passionately. I knew Ellie well. I knew her body, her mouth, her mind, and exactly how to turn her on immediately. Our kisses were always soft and sweet at first, building up to a crescendo of dueling tongues which made us rip off each other’s clothes, and this time would be no different. I had her help up against my car, her legs wrapped around me, as we kissed and let the music from the wedding fade into the background… Until I realized that I was hard as a rock and we were dry humping in tune. She was dripping wet and her panties were leaving stains on my pants, so I opened up the car door and helped her into the backseat. I had a Traverse because of work and there was no shortage of space for us to get down and dirty.

But Eleanor surprised me, she leaned back and wiggled off her heels before stretching out her perfectly pedicured toes “massage now” she said simply, followed by my name. I laughed, as we both knew I don’t have a foot fetish (yet!) and I crouched up and started massaging the soles of her feet. Her skin was soft and she was certainly enjoying the massage, so that and the view up her dress certainly helped me become more enthusiastic. But sure enough, the foot massage became an ankle massage, and then a calf massage and Ellie didn’t have to keep saying “higher” for me to know that her thighs were were next to be kneaded by my strong hands.

I leaned over her closer and closer while my hands ran up her smooth skin, my face getting dangerously close to her panties, which were quite visible by now with her dress hiked all the way up. I could feel the warmth emanating from her pussy and my hand grazed either side of the lace fabric over her bikini line. We kissed again and Ellie lifted up her ass so I could slide her light yellow panties off, although they were dark yellow in the center from her soaked little pussy. I put them to my face briefly and inhaled the scent of her arousal before tossing them to the side and looking down to gaze at her glistening cunt, her shiny juices glazing a perfect triangle of pubic hair above her clit.

Ellie was shy and embarrassed. Even though she had just shaved her lips and trimmed the Bermuda Triangle (a place which I wanted to get lost in) she knew that she had been sweating and dancing for hours and would taste stronger than usual. “Don’t eat it” were her exact words, but she smelled so alluring and I needed a taste of her beautiful kitty, especially after she groomed it just for me. It was muskier and I definitely kissed her mound and inner thighs longer than usual before diving in, but then I finally licked her, I just got lost between her legs. It was primal and I devoured her, sliding my hands underneath her ass to pull her closer to my eager mouth and Ellie laughed. “Easy cowboy, you’re going to get my dress covered in pussy juice” she said before lifting her dress over my head and letting it rest on my shoulders.

It was dark and I could no longer see her pretty face contorted in pleasure, but the tent of her dress amplified every other sensation. All I heard, smelled, felt, and tasted was her dripping wet vagina, with her hands somewhere on the back of my neck and shoulders in lieu of pulling my hair. I loved hearing all of her wet sounds under my tongue and lips and actually asked her to pass me my phone so I could record an audio. She laughed but obliged telling me that “flash photography is not permitted in the presence of art.” But that audio of my mouth licking, sucking, kissing, and spitting on her soaking wet pussy with just the faintest sound of her moans in the background is definitely the hottest thing I have ever masturbated to.

At some point of me being engrossed in my own pleasure, Ellie came and pulled her dress back from over my head. “Fuck me daddy, I need you now” came from her mouth as she bit her lip before bending over onto all fours. I had a condom and slipped it on while grabbing at her hips and pushing up her dress more, so I could enjoy the curve of her waist and make sure that none of her sweet booty was covered. I was hard as a rock and teasing her lips with the head, so horny and primal from feasting on her sweaty pussy, and needed to be inside of her, to pound her, to ravage her. Ellie knew this and turned things up a notch with dirty talk and moans, telling me how wet she was for me and that she needed to be fucked hard with my thumb in her ass to keep her still.

That was enough teasing for me and I sank all the way into her with one thrust, feeling the tightness of her pussy grasp my throbbing cock and pulling myself in as far as I could go. I don’t know what was tighter, my grasp on her hips as I filled her up and satisfied my carnal need for her dripping wet pussy, or her pussy’s grip on my rock hard boner, making me feel every inch of her warm heaven. Maybe both of those grips were put to shame by her hands, tight on the cupholder at the bottom of the door as I pounded her, preventing me from fucking her straight out of the car and into the parking lot. As spacious as Chevrolet advertises it is, it was hot and cramped in the car, and I was bent over her as I fucked her, my mouth inches from her ear, and I didn’t stop moaning and telling her how hot she was.

Eleanor told me to stop and I was confused for a moment until she pulled out her phone, but this time not to take pictures. I guess since COVID people have live-streamed their weddings and she actually signed into the (one-way) stream. “Fuck me to the wedding music” she gasped as I started gyrating my hips on top of her again. She dropped her phone so we didn’t see the the dancing that took place just a few hundred feet from our naughty fuckfest, but we definitely enjoyed the music as much as any other guest, perhaps even more.

I was ready to cum and Ellie just told me to use her lithe little body until I did, making sure that her moans drowned out the music from her phone speaker. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and thrusted as deep as I could until I felt my cock was going to explode. And explode I did, filling up the condom and collapsing on top of her as my cock pulsated and spurted inside of her. It was spontaneous, quick, hot, and primal- just what we both needed after my weekend at work and her exciting day at a fancy wedding. We did end up getting her juices on that dress which was a shame but dry cleaners are magicians these days. I drove her straight home and it did take a couple of hours, during which she sang along with her playlist, fell asleep from the exhausting day, and woke up in time to surreptitiously stroke my cock as we drove through the quiet streets.

This one turned out longer than anticipated so I might have to do a part 3 with some more of my stories with her, let me know if you are interested! And thank you as always for all of the comments, upvotes, and followers!