so this happened last week after i finished a workout at the gym. it had been three whole days since i had been fucked and my hypersexual self was obviously going crazy so i guess i just couldn't help myself.

i stay late at the gym sometimes. the parking garage always empties out fast after 8pm and there's this back row under the stairs where the light has been off broken for like three months and they still haven't fixed it. i noticed that about two months ago and filed the information away the way one does when you are the way i am.

so i'd just had a really good workout, one of those ones where you leave kind of buzzy and warm and your endorphins are just rushing like crazy and your brain just... goes there. the locker room was empty, i'd showered, the drive home felt long and pointless. i sat in the car for a minute. then another minute.

it really didn't take me long before i pushed my seat back a little, let the windows fog up, and pulled my shorts up around one thigh, and put my hand between my legs with my fingers deep inside my pussy and i was not paying attention to anything except what was in my head.

he knocked on my window.

i have never moved faster in my life. shorts up, seat forward, face absolutely on fire, i rolled the window down about three inches like a complete coward and he was just standing there. early thirties maybe, tall, he works out there too i've seen him a lot.

he's honestly one of the hottest guys in the gym, i lowkey am always looking at him while he is lifting and i think he might have noticed a few times. i'm always too shy to come up to him though.

he was not laughing at me. he had this look on his face that was already doing something to my stomach even through the complete mortification.

"you do this a lot?" he said.

and i don't know what was wrong with me because i said "sometimes."

he was quiet for a second. the look on his face got worse. or better. you know what i mean.

"i've been watching you for months," he said. "every time you come in here. those little shorts, the way you look at yourself in the mirror when you think nobody's paying attention." he leaned against my door. "didn't think you'd be out here doing this shit in the parking garage though."

i genuinely did not know what to do with my body. i was still wet. i was so embarrassed i could barely look at him. i was also so turned on i couldn't think straight and those two things were competing for space in a pretty small car.

"didn't know you were such a slut," he said, and his voice had dropped, and the way he said it wasn't mean it was just like... a discovery. like he was filing that information away for later use.

i unlocked the car.

he got in the passenger seat and i'm not totally sure who moved first but his hand was in my hair immediately and he said "get on your knees for me" and i did, in my own front seat, in a parking garage, because apparently that is just who i am.

he pulled my hair back hard enough that my neck bent and said "open" and i opened and then he was just using my mouth. his hips rolling forward, his cock down my throat, both hands woven through my hair, and he was fucking my face at whatever pace he wanted and i was barely in control of anything.

"yeah, you've been doing this to me for months," he said, low and rough, "coming in every week in those little shorts looking like that, and this whole time you were out here being a filthy little slut in the parking garage."

i gagged. he didn't even slow down.

"good girl," he said, and tightened his grip and went deeper. "bet you do this all the time. bet you love it."

i was gripping the center console just to have something to hold onto. my eyes were watering. at some point he pulled me off just to look at my face and he said "you're a mess" in this voice like that was exactly what he wanted. he made me open my mouth wide before spitting straight into my throat and then he pushed me back down.

"always knew you'd be like this," he said. "first time i saw you. knew you were a slut."

he came down my throat and held my head down until he was completely done and then just let go. i was choking on his cum but i was determined and i managed to swallow it all like the good girl that i am. i sat up. my hair was wrecked and my eyes were definitely red and he looked at me the same way he had through the window, like he'd confirmed something he'd suspected for a long time.

he got out without saying much. i sat there for a while after, windows still fogged, not quite ready to drive.

i've seen him twice since at the gym. he looks at me exactly the same every time. not smug, just like he knows. he is honestly kinda a trigger for me now. every time i see him i feel this rush and i'm instantly horny. last time i saw him i touched myself in the bathroom i literally couldn't even wait to get home.

i'm not even a little bit sorry about any of it. i'm happy he knows i'm a slut.