This is about the first time my BF and I Did It with another couple in
the car. One night we double-dated with another couple, Margaret and
Jim. We went in my Boyfriend's car, so we were in the front seat, and
they were in the back. We went out to dinner and then to a dance. My
boyfriend is a good dancer, and the moves he makes on the dance floor
are graceful, athletic, and very suggestive. As I watched him dance, I
couldn't help but think of what I knew he would do later, when we were
alone. He watched me as we danced - his knowing, smoldering eyes
travelled up and down my body over and over again, lindgering on my
face, breasts, and pelvis. I knew what it meant to be "undressed by his
eyes". It made my pussy wet. After the dance, we drove out towards
Lovers' Lane. I couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen there.
I didn't know if Jim and Margaret were having sex on their dates. I
wondered if they would Do It in the back seat while we were there.
I wondered if my BF and I would have a chance to get into the back seat
so we could Do It. I wanted to, real bad. I wondered if I would be able
to go through with It, with another couple in the car with us. All these
thoughts went through my head, while my pussy made my panties wet. We
got to Lovers' Lane and started making out. I was conscious of the other
couple in the back set - I could hear them making out, too. Ther were
kissing sounds and little murmurs from Margaret. After a while, my
boyfriend started feeling me up in the front seat, and I let him. He
cupped my breasts one at a time, making my nipples hard. He unbuttoned
my blouse just enough so that he could reach inside. His warm hands on
my bare skin were enough to make me surrender. He found the plastic snap
tab between my breasts and unhooked my bra. My pussy was swimming
inside my panties! My BF brushed the bra cup aside and rolled my nipple,
sending hot thrills down my spine. I wondered what was going on in the
back seat. I wondered if Margaret was letting Jim feel her up. I
wondered if her nipples were hard, if her pussy was wet, if her bra was
undone.
My BF dropped his hand onto my bare thigh, and another, hotter thrill
went through me. I almost stopped him then, but I knew that the other
couple couldn't see what was happening in the front seat, so I let him
touch me there. His hand circled on my leg, and each circle moved a
little higher, a little higher, a little higher, while my anticipation
built. His hand reached the hem of my short skirt, and pushed it slowly
up my thigh, and when he got to the top, I spread my legs for him. His
fingers slid at last onto my saturated panty crotchband. I knew he could
feel how wet I'd made my panties. He pushed the slippery cotton into my
pussy crack and began a very slow pleasure caress there. Meanwhile, I
couldn't help but be aware of the other couple in the back seat. Now
there were whisperings between them. I couldn't make out most of what
they were saying, but his were urgent, and hers always began with "no!".
My boyfriend sped up his caress.
My hot pleasure skyrocketed. I did my best to hold still and make no
sound as I came in my panties in the front seat. After that, by BF
guided my hand to feel his erection through his jeans. I squeezed it,
and it jumped! He pushed my hand away then, and cleared his throat.
"Uhh, Jim? Margaret? Do you mind if we change places?" "OK, just a
moment," Jim answered. Both couples took a minute to straighten
clothing, and button buttons that had come undone. We got out of the
car, and so did they. Margaret and I exchanged small, embarrassed smiles
as we passed each other. They got into the front seat, and my BF and I
got into the back seat. As soon as Jim's mouth was glued onto Margaret's
again, my boyfriend laid me down on my back on the seat. He reached up
under my skirt with both hands. I arched my butt up off of the seat so
he could pull my panties down. I don't know what happened to them. He
pushed my legs gently apart and lay down on me. He reached between us,
and I could feel him unsnap and unzip his jeans against my bare belly. I
thought maybe the other couple could hear the sound of his zipper. My
heart pounded in my chest. I was about to get fucked by my boyfriend,
practically in front of another couple! I almost chickened out, but then
his fingers probed my pussy, sending an elecrtic thrill through me.
Then my pussy lips were split by the tip of his erection. He moved it up
and down in my channel, getting his tip wet. Then he pushed it down to
my opening, and gently rocked his hips forwards. Nothing happened until
he rocked again, and then again. Then I felt my tight opening start to
give way. He pulled back and gently rocked forward again, and it opened
me more. He rocked back and forward again, and stretched my opening and
entered me. He rocked gently and rythmically, going a little deeper with
each stroke, until he filled me completely and stretched me good. My
boyfriend fucked me in the back seat. It was really, really good, and it
didn't take me long to cum. I managed to be quiet the first time, but
he kept fucking me after I came, and soon I was on my way to another
peak.
By that point, I was asking myself why I bothered to try to be quiet.
The other couple had to know that we were Going All The Way in the back
seat. My BF's hips rocked hard and steady, and I was sure that the whole
car was rocking too. I could hear the seat squeaking faintly,
rythmically under us. I could hear the wet sounds of my pussy being
filled and emptied, and I could smell the scent of my own arousal. I
couldn't help panting and gasping a little, even though I had been doing
my best to be silent. When my third orgasm was near, I decided it was
too hard to be quiet. So, I panted and moaned out loud, and I cried out
when I came, and it made me even hotter to know that the other couple in
the car could feel and hear and maybe even smell that I was getting
fucked in the back seat, and that they knew when I came. "Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ah!" I chanted when the release contractions swept over me. "Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ah! Ohhhhh, Douglas!" My boyfriend kept fucking me after I came, and he
made me cum again and then again, and I didn't even try to be quiet.
After that, he sped up his thrusting, and his erection got really big
inside me, and then I felt him convulse, and his hot ejaculation
spurting into me. He held his breath while he came, and when he was
done, he let it out almost explosively. We caught out breath, and he
pulled our cum towel out from under the seat where he keeps it, and he
mopped up my pussy tenderly. He cleaned himself off while I looked for
my panties. I couldn't find them. We straightened out our clothing, and
after a few minutes, Jim spoke up and asked if we could trade places
again. There was a brief scramble in the front seat, and then we got out
of the car. Margaret and I exchanged embarrassed little smiles again as
we passed each other. Then we got into the front seat, and they got
into the back. I wiped the fog off of the window and leaned up against
my BF's shoulder, feeling golden as we looked at the moon and listeren
to what was going on in the back seat. There were kisses, and little
feminine purrs from Margaret, and catches of her breath. There were
sharp, jerky movements, and I imagined that some of her clothing was
being undone. There was silence for a while, and then a suppressed
girlish moan. More jerky movements - big ones this time, accompanied by
the sound of cloth moving across bare skin. I imagined Margaret arching
her hips off the seat so Jim could take her jeans down.
There was the unmistakeable sound of a zipper, and then silence. Then,
the car began rocking, slowly and just a little, at first. Margaret
moaned; the car began rocking steadily. Jim was fucking Margaret in the
back seat. They Did It for six or seven minutes, and I think Margaret
came twice, but she was much better than me at keeping that quiet. Then
the rocking sped up and Jim came, and he didn't try to be quiet at all.
After they had time to get dressed, we took them home. After that, we
took one look at each other and went back to Lovers' Lane, and Did It
again before my BF took me home. The next day, he gave me back my
panties. He grinned and said that Jim sent me his thanks. "Why?" I
asked. "Jim said you're an inspiration. He said he's been dating
Margaret for six weeks, and couldn't get into her pants until last
night. Listening to us got Margaret all hot and bothered, and she
couldn't wait to get into the back seat." "Ha, ha, ha," I said
sarcastically. "Double dating once was OK, but if you want to get into
MY pants, you should make sure that we're alone from now on." He always
has, and I'm glad. But sometimes when I'm masturbating, I think about
the night I let myself go, and "inspired" another girl to give to her BF
and let him fuck her in the back seat. And I cum real good.