The next time I saw the guy I’ve been hooking up with in public spaces, he picked me up in a car. We were going out dancing at another club, but this was one was further away from my place, although when we texted about it he told me that it was worth it. If you haven’t read my other posts about this guy you should really go onto my profile and check them out, because it’s been a wild ride! I met him at a bar where we fucked, and then the next time I saw him he made me come on his fingers in front of strangers. I didn’t know what he had up his sleeve for this trip but I was sure that it was going to be exciting. I was realizing how much I liked being shown off, and when he finger fucked me to an orgasm in front of people it gave me such a naughty thrill.

I slid into the backseat of the car next to him and looked him up and down. He was looking super hot in his outfit of jeans and a tight fitting black t-shirt that really showed off his arm and shoulder muscles. I ran my hand down one of his arms as I got myself settled in the car, just because I needed to touch them. They bunched and flexed under my fingers, and a shiver snaked its way up my spine. I had to get him into a bed one day and see what he could really do with those muscles.

We rode along in the car for a while, streetlights flashing by us in the windows. We talked a little bit about how our days had been, and I was listening to him talk about his job when his hand settled on my left knee. I glanced down at it, and then up at him, wondering if this was going where I thought it might be going. He just kept talking, saying something about how annoying his boss can be, and looking out the front window of the car. His hand just sat on my knee, not moving, and I stopped thinking anything of it. He might have been just flirting a little bit before we got to the club, where I was sure something spicier was going to happen.

As soon as I relaxed, his thumb started rubbing small circles on the outside of my knee. I looked down at it again, but that was all that it did for a few minutes, just massaged the skin there in little circles. It was actually kind of relaxing. It did spark some arousal low in my belly though, and I started to rub my thighs together to try and get some friction. He squeezed my knee when I did, so I stopped, and he started up with those circles again. What a tease!

I was starting to get a little bit frustrated when his hand began creeping up my thigh. He left feather light touches on my skin, and turned his wrist so that he was skating along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, up, up towards the hemline of my short skirt. My breath hitched as I watched his hand move, and then I glanced up at the driver, who was humming along to the radio and hadn’t seemed to notice anything.

When his fingers reached the bottom of my skirt I thought that he might pause, but he kept right on going, until his palm was resting over my hot center. I wanted to rub myself on him, my pussy tingling with anticipation. I was sure that there had to be a wet spot on my thong, proving how turned on I was by all of this. He could definitely feel it on his hand, and when I looked over at him I saw that he was turned on too – there was a very obvious bulge in his jeans now.

Two of his fingers hooked into the crotch of my panties and pulled them to the side. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning when those fingers brushed against my pussy. I tried to subtly shift my hips forward, and managed to get his fingers to dip into my entrance, just barely. A light sigh escaped from between my lips before I choked the rest of the noise back, looking at the driver in a panic. He took a right turn, glanced in the rear view mirror, and continued driving.

Those two fingers wiggled at my entrance before thrusting inside. I had to turn the noise that I made into a cough because it was so obvious. His fingers felt really good inside of me, and he picked up a rhythm right away that had me squirming on his hand. The way that his wrist was positioned meant that the heel of his palm was grinding into my slick clit with every movement. My chest started heaving with the effort of keeping quiet, he was making me feel so good! My hips started moving of their own accord, bucking into his hand because I wanted him to fuck me faster.

He added a third finger in my tight pussy, and I could feel that I was going to come soon. My fingers curled on the smooth leather of the car seat as he fucked me harder, moving his fingers in and out of me faster. They were so slick from my wetness that I could hear every time he moved them, and I was grateful that he kept talking to me the entire time, going on about some boring merger that his work was getting into.

Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes as I built towards my orgasm, and he ground his palm harder into my clit, in the perfect way to set me off. I spiraled into my climax, coming so hard that I had to slap a hand over my mouth to muffle the noises. We were pulling up to the club as I rode out my orgasm on his hand, him fucking me all the way through it, and I looked up to meet the driver’s hungry eyes as I came down, aftershocks trembling through my limbs.

My cheeks were burning as he pulled his hand away and replaced my underwear, and I hurried out of the car on wobbly legs. The driver gave me one last horny look before driving off, and my hook up buddy took my hand in his that was slick with my juices, and led me into the club.

I’ll come back soon with another update on what we got up to in the club – lots of people were there for us to show off in front of, it was very sexy.