This story is adult fantasy through and through and may not be reposted without express permission from the author. This story is intended for mature adult readers and is a product of the author’s kinky little imagination and any resemblance to actual events, people, or locations is just a happy coincidence. If you don’t want to be “subjected” to explicit material, you are under the legal age, or it is illegal for you to look at this material for some other reason, then please do not read further. But, if you are of age and consenting in all ways, then by all means read on and enjoy some dirty fun. A Wild Night By Greg Stevenson Max, a lonely traveler, just wanted a beer. Instead he lucked into the night of his life when he hooks up with a beautiful local named Emma. Now the only question is how far the night will take them. (MF/MF, exhibitionism, outdoor, oral, group) ------------------------------------------------------------------ The bar has a typical Thursday evening crowd. It could be almost any downtown bar across the country and you would find a similar mix of suits, students and laborers all trying to get over the day’s stress. I went in for a beer with no notion of what the night held in store. I push my way past a boisterous group to the bar that ran the length of the room. After several attempts I flag down the bartender and order a “Bitch Creek” which is the local amber. With drink in hand I head to watch the pool games in progress. I feel lonely despite the crowd. It’s always this way when the job is done and I have one more night before I head home. No matter how much I travel I always miss it when I’m home, but I always feel lonely on the road. It seems hard to remember the last time a woman kissed my lips, wrapped her body around me and pulled me into her body…. thrusting, pumping, sweating, screaming as we…. “Hey, you okay?” A voice snaps me from my erotic daydream and I find myself looking at a very attractive woman in a short flower print sundress. “You know it’s not healthy to drink alone. You are here alone aren’t you?” Her coy demeanor adds to my arousal. There is something about her look – her sly smile, the laugh that has a hint of nervousness hidden beneath it. “Do you play?” I ask, nodding to an empty pool table. “Only in bars. And you?” “Only with beautiful women.” “Well, tell me if you find one.” She laughs grabbing a cue from the wall rack. “I think I have.” I say as I rack the balls. “Ladies first.” “Ah a gentleman. And does the gentleman have a name?” “Max.” I say reaching out to shake her hand. Deciding to play I bow over her hand and kiss it. When I look up she is laughing and I ask, “And may I have the honor of your name?” “Emma. So are you always a goof?” “Only with beautiful women.” I say grabbing a cue for myself. As she breaks I ask, “So what are you doing here alone?” “What makes you think I’m alone?” Emma replies standing close to me. Even though the bar is not crowded we tend to stand close to each other as we play, slyly touching under one pretext or another as we continue the meaningless small talk banter. Emma is shorter than me by a good four inches, making her at most 5’8”. Our height discrepancy lets me smell the apple sent of the product in her flowing brown hair. By the second game there is no hesitation when she brushes against me with her ripe breast - nipples standing proudly out - or smooth round ass as we move around the table. These teases lead to more obvious caresses by us both. The game ends in a close match with me winning again as I sink the eight ball in the corner pocket. The shot was made under duress as Emma was running a hand down my ass and back up the inside of my thigh so I ask, “Well, what does the winner get?” “Who said you get anything?” “I should at least get a kiss.” “A kiss?” “Sure.” I say moving close to trap her against the table. “One kiss.” “Okay.” She said reaching around my neck with both arms. “One kiss.” I leaned in and kiss her softly at first but then with more pressure and finally with open mouth as she holds me to her. She tastes of the sweet fuzzy navels that she has been drinking. When we come up for air I ask, “So, what now?” “I guess I should check on my friends. I’m not sure why but I had been feeling like a third wheel.” She points to a couple who looks like they are attached at the lips and hips in a dark corner booth. “Oh, well I guess some people are like that.” “Are you like that?” “I could be, why what do you have in mind?” Emma said still holding on to me. “My car is right down the street, we could go for a drive, and you could show me the sights.” She slides a hand down between my legs and squeezes my hard bulge. “Sounds like a plan.” Emma whispers in my ear, letting her tongue glide across the lobe. She leaves me for a minute to grab her purse and tell her friends she is leaving. Then with my hand on the small of her back I guide her out of the bar into the warm night and down to the car – a rental Pontiac Grand AM. Unlocking the door I touch her soft hair and steal a briefer kiss pressing close to her before she slips in her seat. I close the passenger door and quickly move to the driver’s side. Starting the car I ask, “Where to?” “How about somewhere quiet.” I pull the car from its space and follow her directions into the hills on the edge of town. The cool air from the open windows causes her hair to blow against her face giving her an innocent childlike look. The wind also lifts her thin sundress revealing her black thong panties nested between her creamy thighs. She runs her hand through her hair holding it back, but makes no move to pull down her skirt. I reach over and stroke her exposed skin, scratching it lightly with my fingernails. She sinks further in her seat and pulls down her panties exposing her smooth shaved slit. Once they are off she pushes the moist black material in my hand whispering above the wind, “Can you feel how excited I am?” In reply I take her hand and put it on my prominent bulge asking, “Can you feel how excited I am?” “Can you take it out?” She asks stroking me through my pants. With her help, and a bit of maneuvering, we are able to open my pants and set my hard cock free. She squeezes it and rubs her hand along the long shaft. Slowly at first, then faster she pumps me. I look over and see her right hand fluttering over her wet hole as she starts to alternate from long strokes of my shaft and rubbing the bulbous head in quick circles. “Are we nearly there?” I ask feeling myself less and less able to concentrate on the road. “Yes, turn off here.” She pants as she rubs her clit in quick circles matching what she is doing to me. We pull onto a dirt road that leads to an overlook of the city. There is already a pickup and another sedan parked in the turn off, but to judge from their steamed windows they will not complain about us squeezing in. We park behind the other sedan on the side of the road with the passenger side facing the view of the town lights bellow us. Before I kill the headlights we get a flash of a woman’s naked body bouncing inside the car in front of us. “God that is hot.” Emma says reaching up to caress her own breast. As soon as the engine is off we are kissing hard, view and people forgotten for now. My hands replace hers as I cup her warm flesh and pull on the nipple through her dress. Soon I move down to stroke up her legs to her wet center. “Hold on.” I say tired of awkwardly leaning over the console. I hop out and hurry around the car holding my Dockers up but leaving my cock to bob in time with my steps not thinking about the others around us. Debbie smiled thinking she opened her eyes just in time as the young man moved around his car with an impressive cock bouncing in the moonlight. Jack’s equally impressive cock – filling her from bellow – was still throbbing inside her as the last spurts of his eruption flowed back into his lap. Maybe, she thought, if we are patient we will get a show from those two. Emma opens her door and moves around to face me before pulling my hands off my pants pushing them and my briefs down and leaning over to take my cock into her mouth. Her tongue dances over me and she smiles up at me. “Tasty.” is all she says before she swallows half of my rod into her throat. I am content to hold onto the door frame and let her control the speed of the blowjob because she swiftly proves herself as an expert pumping her mouth and hand in a smooth rhythm that has me ready to blow in a few minutes. “Shit I’m going to cum.” I warn her but she stays glued to me and swallows my spunk down as I shoot into this vixen’s willing mouth. Emma leans back smacking her lips and licking at the thin streams of cum that have run from the corners of her mouth. “Thank God I felt like a drink this evening.” I say kneeling down to kiss her. She tastes salty and sweet. Braking away Emma said, “Thank God you looked so cute and lonely that I had to go and talk with you.” She moves to stand up, but I stop her. “No, no. My turn.” “My you are a gentleman.” She says leaning back across the seats. Moving lower between her white thighs I kiss my way up to her warm core. Emma leans across the consol arching into me and moans as I dart my tongue into her. Working my way up I circle her clit and push a finger deep inside her to find her G spot. Her legs creep over my shoulders pressing against my ears. I keep licking smoothly and flicking my finger inside her and within a few minutes am rewarded with her legs tight around me as she starts thrashing. Even with her thighs muffling my ears I hear her cry, “Yes. Oh Max. Just like that. Don’t stop. Yes. Yes. YES.” Emma reaches down and grabs my head to hold me in place forcing me to continue to lap smoothly as she thrusts through a hard climax, dripping over my fingers. Slowly Emma comes back to herself as I pull out from between her legs. She sits up and caresses my moist cheek saying, “Fuck Max. I like a man who knows how to treat a woman right.” “Just here to serve Ma’am.” I say before licking off my wet fingers. “Good to hear, because I think it is time we put this log,” she reached down to stroke my renewed hard on, “into service.” “And just where would you like me to service you?” “Um,” she said biting her lower lip, “could we do it on the hood?” “Quite the exhibitionist aren’t you?” I say looking over to see the pickup had left at some point but the sedan was still sitting a mere three yards from us. “Sometimes. Do you mind?” “Lets see I just mooned the town while we had oral sex. Uh, no I don’t think I mind.” It actually thrills me thinking that the couple in front of us will be able to see us in a few minutes and I wonder what they will do. “They are getting out of the car.” Debbie said breathless from Jack’s renewed fucking. One of the reasons she loved him was he could go over and over with hardly any lag. “Oh baby, you will want to see this.” We are standing by the closed car door as Emma watches me take off my shirt and step out of my Dockers tossing it all on the hood of the car. Standing before her in black shoes and socks I say, “Your turn.” Emma takes a little more time, teasing me as she pulls the hem of her sundress up showing me first her thighs, the inside of which is glistening from her cum, then her hairless cunny, her smooth belly and finally her lovely breast. She casts her dress back on the car with my cloths and then steps into my open arms. I kiss her hard, gently biting her lip and tell her to turn around. She does so, nestling her body against mine, and I turn us to face the other car. I cup her breast and ask, “Have you ever fucked knowing – not thinking, but knowing – that someone is watching you?” “No.” she admits rubbing my cock up and down between her ass cheeks. As if on cue the dome light turns on showing us the couple looking back at us. “It makes you excited doesn’t it?” I ask pushing her legs apart with my foot and reaching down to stroke her exposed labia. “God Yes!” “Good.” I say spinning her back to face me. We kiss as I lift her in my arms and then set her down on the blanket of cloths covering the hood. Emma tips back easy and I pull her legs up and opening her wide. “Guide me in.” I tell her. She reaches down and puts my head at her opening. I push in gently at first, taking slow strokes until she is used to my size. Her moans spur me on as I feel the wet heat of her walls envelope me almost to the hilt. I hold myself steady in her and yell out, “HEY!” “Max!?” “HEY! DO YOU WANT TO COME OVER FOR A BETTER VIEW?” Whatever Emma is about to say is lost as I pull back and drive hard into her open cunt. Meanwhile the doors open and the nearly naked couple steps out. The woman and man are about the same size and both have short black hair. His hair is shaved in a crew cut, hers is tousled, but in such a way that you know it was the desired effect, not a random act. She is full figured, not fat, but with plenty of curves and several tattoos. He is more toned with several body piercing and has a large cock standing at attention. My cock is a nice thick seven inches, but his had to be two or three inches longer and just as thick. And it was obvious that they had been fucking for awhile from the matted look of their pubic hair. “Tell them to come over.” I instruct Emma while continuing my long strokes. “Come watch us fuck!” She cries over to the couple. “I’m Emma and this stud is Max.” “I’m Debbie and this is Jack.” The woman says while bending over with her palms placed flat on the hood of our car in a clear invitation to her man. Her breast hang pendulous making me want to reach over and stroke them. Jack moves up behind her and we watch the mask of pleasure fall over Debbie’s face as he enters her. I am fighting hard not to cum right away so I try to think of something else. But all that comes to mind is the fact that a few hours ago I was bemoaning my lack of action and now I was in the middle of an exhibitionist orgy, watching and being watched by people I don’t know while I fuck a beautiful girl I hardly know. While I strive for control I have been taking long slow strokes in and out of Emma. Her eyes are glued to Debbie and Jack. Emma has a perfect view of the action between Debbie’s legs. Debbie in turn is watching us like we were the greatest show on Earth while Jack hammers away at her. Finally I reach a point that I know I won’t cum right away so I pick up my pace. “Yes!” Emma screams as I thrust hard into her. “Fuck her Max.” Debbie adds while she pushes herself back on Jack. I start to drive faster and faster until I’m matching Jack’s rhythm. “Pull out when you cum Max, I want to see her covered in cum.” I look at Emma to see if she agrees with Debbie’s instructions. Her eyes are screwed shut and she is moaning with every thrust of my cock inside her. “God yes, fuck me hard and cum on me” she cries as I start rubbing her clit with my left hand. My right hand is at her shoulder pulling her back to me as we both start to shutter. “Fuck!” I moan as she looks over to see Debbie cumming on Jack’s thick pole. That set’s Emma off and I feel her clutching at me as she cums. My hard fought control breaks down then and I barely pull out in time to send thick rope after rope of pearly cum all over her stomach, hips, and cunt. For a moment my world shrinks to just me and the woman I fucked. We are both panting hard and I’m glad for the evening breeze to dry the sweat off me. Emma keeps her legs locked around me, holding me to her, and stares up at me with moist eyes. I lean down and kiss her exposed flesh – first her belly, then her breast stopping to nip lightly at her nipples, then her shoulder and neck and finally whisper “thank you” in her ear. She smiles and says, “you are a goof, but God can you fuck.” She pulls me down to her for a long kiss that starts me to harden once again. Finally we pull apart to see Jack leaning back against the car with his large semi-hard cock still glistening from their combined juices. Debbie herself is still leaning forward on the hood and reaches forward, dipping her finger in my semen that has pooled in Emma’s bellybutton. Bringing the finger back to her mouth Debbie smiles licking it like a cat with cream and asks, “So what should we do next.” © 2006, Greg Stevenson I appreciate comments from readers. You can contact me at: simplystories2006@yahoo.com This story is adult fantasy through and through and may not be reposted without express permission from the author. The author (me) does not condone the described behavior in real life. Unprotected sex outside of a monogamous relationship is about as smart as assisting a blind carpenter – you are going to get screwed, maybe not this time, but some time down the line. Condoms are cheaper than healthcare. So keep a cap on your jimmy and if any guy tells you to “trust me baby” tell him you were not born yesterday. Stay safe. Stay healthy. And keep reading.