We were planning to Skype with a really hot couple on Friday night.  They’re Twitter friends, we’ve been chatting with them for months, and this was to be our second time camming with them.   We’d scheduled it a week or so in advance, and we were all really looking forward to it.  We even got a babysitter for a few hours, something increasingly necessary given our daughter’s unreliable sleep schedule.

A minor medical issue on their end curtailed our Skype fun shortly before it was to begin.  While it was disappointing, we understood completely.  There are no guarantees, and the health and well-being of our friend was our main concern.  However, this development did leave us with a bit of a dilemma, namely what was to be done with our evening.

We had a couple options.  We could cancel the babysitter and save it for our inevitable Skype reschedule, or we could keep the babysitter and return home for a little off-camera fun.  We ended up keeping the babysitter, partially because our daughter was excited about the prospect of playing with her grandson, who was staying the night.  The real tragedy is that we’d already eaten dinner.  It would have been great to have gone out to a nice dinner, just the two of us.

After we dropped off the baby, we came right home.  We had plenty of time, but we knew it would go fast, especially since we were hoping for a shower and a nap in addition to the sex.  As we pulled into our space in the parking garage, Jack suggested that we fuck right there in the car.  We do this sometimes, even though we can easily go upstairs and do it in the privacy of our own home.  Sometimes when Jack’s parents are staying with us we tell them we’re going out and then have sex in the car.  And I would have gladly gone down on him at the very least, but some people were unloading a truck parked in a nearby space.  We decided to just go upstairs.

We left a trail of clothing from our front door to the balcony, and were naked by the time we stepped out into the night air.  It was chilly, not so cold that it was uncomfortable, but pleasantly breezy.  Jack pushed me against the wall, and I braced myself with my arms.  He knelt behind me, holding me by my hips as he lowered his face into me, lapping noisily, lasciviously, at my slippery lips.

Waves of pleasure cascaded over me as his tongue found my clit.  At the same time he moved one of his hands between my legs, inserting two fingers.  I arched my back, allowing him greater access, and he slipped in a third.  My moans were loud and excited.  There was no way to hold back now.  As he pressed down on my G-spot I imagined myself exploding, soaking Jack’s mouth and face, my wetness dripping down his arm and splashing all over his bare chest.  It turned me on.  But I didn’t want his fingers to make me cum.

“Fuck me,” I implored him.  In seconds his fingers were replaced by his wonderful, thick cock.  No sooner had he entered me than I came, his first thrusts triggering a mind-blowing orgasm that made me scream the sounds of my pleasure against the quiet of early night.  I could feel myself gush with the force of a ruptured dam.  I imagined my juices clinging to Jack’s balls, dripping down his legs.  I gripped the wall, riding every intense second of my orgasm.  And when it was over, he kept right on fucking me.

I listened closely for the tell-tale signs of Jack’s approaching climax.  Sometimes I feel his body tense up.  Other times he tightens his grip on my hips.  Still other times he pulls my hair.  And while I enjoy noticing those cues, this time I really wanted to hear him.  His breathing changes, or else he’ll just tell me he’s close.  When that happens, I know I have to move quickly.

“Yes,” he said.  “Yes, I’m cumming.”  He pulled out, and I quickly whirled around.  I found myself face to face with his cock, the head red and swollen as he beat it furiously in a tight fist.  His moans rivaled my own as my mouth engulfed him, swallowing first his length, and then each spurt as it shot past my gag reflex and straight down my throat.  He made no attempt to stifle himself, his hands holding my head until he was spent.
Afterwards I licked him clean for good measure, noticing that he was fragrant with the scent of my earlier eruption.  I love tasting traces of myself on his cock, and briefly lost myself in a fantasy in which I was tasting not my own pussy on him, but someone else’s.

We came inside and took a warm shower.  As we dried off, Jack checked his phone.  We still had a couple hours before we had to pick up the baby.  He asked me if I still wanted to try and catch a nap.  I had different ideas, and we spent the rest of our alone time sitting beneath a blanket in our camping chairs, drinking hot chocolate and listening to the quiet.

-Jill