“Oh, fuuck,” I breathe loudly. “Your fingers...” Having crawled through my pubic hair, dug around in my dewy slit, and caressed my swelling clitoris, Alain's fingers, three of them I think, are now wiggling their way inside me. My panties are around my ankles and my snug little short dress is bunched up just enough around my hips to allow the access. I lean over as I sit there, my hand gently stroking the warm shaft of his cock that has been poking through the fly of his trousers for the last few minutes. That's enough time for him to have become rock solid and drizzled some precum.

It was I who started this, talking dirty and taking the initiative to free his yearning member. He wanted to do to me as I was doing to him, so, here we are, fondling each other's most private parts while we lean into each other for a passionate kiss.

Alain's breathing is heavy, and he's moving his hips forward and back where he sits, tongue searching for mine while his erratic fingerfuck probes deeper.

“Oh, and your fingers,” he tells me as mine snake around his swollen sensitive head and then return to grip his shaft.

“I think someone is going to cum,” I tease him, smiling right into his mouth.

“Not yet, no,” he almost pleads. “Not here.”

I jerk with light strokes, my hand sliding easily up and down his rigid hard-on even without lubrication. “I'll bet you'll blow your load,” I snicker, massaging faster, pushing my crotch forward to encourage his hand too. “Come on, I think I can get you off before the light--”

HONNNK! The car behind us startles us.

“Oh, shit!” Alain cusses, looking up to see the traffic light has turned green.

“Oh, fuck you!” I say into the mirror on the side of the car, sticking out my tongue and shooting my middle finger as we lurch forward. “Can't you see we're trying to get it on in here?” The two of us have a good laugh. His fingers have come out of me and mine off him during the interruption.

We're on the way back home now, Alain just having treated me to a romantic dinner, which can sometimes be a nice element of foreplay. And it was tonight – we both were pretty flirty and touchy-feely, and our conversation was laced with sexual innuendo. In the privacy of the car, our hands wandered, my dress went up and my panties went down, his zipper opened, and that's how we've come to be in our current situation.

At the next red light, my hand is back on his unfettered erection and his fingers are in back in my twat. Looking at each other for a moment with lust in our eyes, we lean toward each other and lock our mouths together again, tongues swirling around each other wetly.

As Alain drives through a shopping district, our hands stay between each other's legs, and we continue to manually stimulate each other, giggling intermittently. He caresses and squeezes my breasts – my nipples are getting hard, and I hope he can feel them.

“I bet you can't wait to get me home,” I tease him.

“You're right... I can't!” He makes a hard turn, tires squealing, making me tumble almost into his lap. I look at him while he smiles, headed up the ramp into the parking garage. Hee hee, I think to myself. He's pretending like he's going to pull into the garage and have his way with me in there.

Um, I think he's pretending.

He drives up to the next level, past a bunch of cars taking up most of the spaces, then up one more level which is more sparsely populated. Holding one of my boobs while he drives slowly, Alain tells me, “We need to find a suitable quiet place to...” he pauses, running his hand down to my thigh and inside the hem of my dress again, “...finish things off.”

I am getting a little nervous. Is he really wanting to take things further... here? Thinking of someone catching us if I straddle him or tumble into the back seat for some naughty action is a little scary… and a little exciting!

“You can't be serious,” I tell him.

“Sure, I'm serious.” He pulls into a parking spot, away from lights as much as he can, and turns off the engine. The two of us look at each other in the eerie silence. My smile is nervous, but his isn't. He leans into me for a kiss, and before I know it, our tongues are intertwined and our hands are at each other's crotches again. His is up inside my dress, pushing against my pussy again, and mine is grabbing at the shaft of his dick, working to get it hard again. A giggle escapes when he moves his mouth to my neck.

“What are you giggling about?”

“I can't help but think, if someone drives by, and sees the car rocking back and forth and us inside... just funny, that's all.”

“Or walks by.”

I decide, what the hell, and go for it, swatting his swelling cock and flicking the head. A minute later, things have moved to the next level. His boner is rock-solid and pointing straight up, giving me a nice stiff fleshy handle to grab a hold of, engorged head poking up out of my fist. I feel his palm on my pubic hair and his fingers sliding up and down through my increasingly wet slit and nudging my sensitive clitoris. We sit there for a long time, tongue kissing, grabbing hair, eyes closed and breathing more heavily, masturbating each other.

“Wowww, Kay,” he whispers, “you are sooo wet down there...”

I smile into his mouth and gaze down at his cock in my hand. His dry cock. “You're not,” I tell him. I wink. “But I think I can fix that.” Leaning over into his lap, I put my lips right on the head of his dick, kissing it while I stroke him. His hand has to come out from under me, and he uses it to play with my hair. Swirling my tongue around his glans, I think of him getting the wetness from my pussy in my hair, but I don't care. Sucking his dick head into my mouth, I work a healthy dose of saliva onto it, starting a wet sloppy blowjob that lasts a few minutes as I wrap my lips and tongue around more and more of his shaft.

“Ohhh,” he moans, a few times. “Mmm, Kay, you feel sooo good!” He's been groping my tit, and now has pulled up the hem of my dress over my naked ass. I unbutton his pants and pull them down a bit to loosen things up, and then get back to working my slobbery mouth all up and down his stiff cock again.

When I raise my head out of his lap, I smile at him as I jerk his now-plenty-wet dick. Having evidently kicked off my shoes at some point, I remove my panties from around my feet and am able to spread my legs wide. Now completely exposed, we dig our hands around at each other's crotches passionately, crushing our faces together after a minute for some sloppy hot kisses.

“I wasn't sure about this,” I whisper into his cheek. “But now...” I give his ear a blow and a lick. “... I totally want to fuck you!”

“Mmmmm, oh yeah,” he whispers back in agreement. He pushes his pants down farther, now around his knees. “Be my guest,” he replies, grabbing the base of his dick and waving it at me. I lick my lips and give him a sexy look as I caress and stroke it for a minute, alternately looking into his eyes and at his raging hard-on.

I awkwardly try to swing a leg over him, which takes a couple of tries with plenty of giggling. Kneeling on my seat and then kind of climbing, I try to straddle him. He scoots his seat back some and leans the seat back down a bit, and that gives me the room I need to fully mount him.

After a few hot kisses and some crotch grinding, I'm ready for the main course. Grabbing his dick and guiding it to my well-prepared pussy, splitting my labia open with it, I settle down, sighing with pleasure as I feel the entire shaft fill my vagina in slow motion. “Oh, yes,” I whisper, “ooohhh.” Looking into Alain's eyes, I raise up a little and then settle back down, then repeat several times, sighs and gasps turning to smiles.

“Oh, yes, Kay, you feel so good,” he breathes into my ear. The car is beginning to smell like sex, making me hornier and wetter. I tongue-kiss him deeply and grab at his hair, moaning as I feel him work his dick around inside me.

We continue to fuck for a few minutes as I relish the sensation of Alain's sturdy cock buried up inside of me, and his hands roaming all over my ass, back, thighs, shoulders, and neck. And fondling my tits when he has access. I bounce up and down some, then rock slowly for a bit. I grind on him some and slide slowly back and forth for a while. I look into his eyes, then seal my mouth on his for passionate wet kisses. I press against him, arms tightly clenching his neck and shoulders while I hump forcefully, then I hold myself away from him at arm's length--

HONNNK!!!

“Aiiieee, shit!” I exclaim, startled. Fuck! I just leaned back on the steering wheel and totally blasted the horn. So much for being discreet!

“Shit, wow, that was loud!” Alain tells me. His dick has popped out of me, and I look down to see it, slippery and glistening, lodged against my pubic hair.

“Sorry, shit!” The two of us laugh as I slump back into my seat.

“Well, that might get us some attention,” Alain tells me, looking around. “I think we should finish anyway!” He starts the car, making me wonder what he has in mind. “But, let's relocate, just to be sure.”

“Good idea,” I agree. He backs the car out, and points it up the ramp, intent on driving further up instead of leaving.

“Now what are you giggling about?” he asks.

“Well, it's just a bit funny, you driving through a parking garage with your pants around your knees and that... that thing sticking out in public!”

“This thing,” he says, waving it at me, “is in here, in private, just for you.”

“Aww, you're sweet! Well, as long as no one catches us...”

He gets to the top level of the garage, and there are only two vehicles on this level: a truck with a flat tire, and an old sedan on the opposite side. He backs in to the space just beyond the sedan and shuts off the engine. Then he turns toward me, his dick still somewhat enlarged but leaning over and not a full boner anymore. “So, where were we?”

“I think we were over here,” I tell him, opening the door. Yes, I am feeling that naughty, wanting to see if he's willing to be outside with me, rather than being confined to the car. I step out, bare feet on the concrete, and bend down to look at him, smiling.

“Um... no, I think we were in here,” he says, looking a little nervous.

“Well, I'm out here!” I close the door softly, and walk to the back of the car, looking out over the edge to the street below, holding onto the thick cables that serve as the barrier. I don't look back, but I'm sure Alain is going to join me. And in a minute he does. I hear his door close, and his footsteps approach, till I feel his arms around my middle. Feeling behind me, I find his dick semi-hard, and take my time working it back to full stiffness as he handles my boobs and kisses and nibbles my neck affectionately.

Without a word, I feel his hands lift the back of my dress, hiking it up over my bare ass. Then I feel his cock pressing in between my butt cheeks and thighs, the head probing to find my drenched slit. With a sigh and soft grunt, he enters me, driving his penis halfway up my tunnel, and then pausing before pulling back only to push in further. I moan now, enjoying the sensation of getting my vagina filled again. He holds onto my tits for a while as he does me from behind, ramming me steadily, passionately but not out of control. I smile and tingle at the erotic experience, out in the open with traffic and pedestrians down there, nobody aware that I'm getting fucked somewhere up above their heads.

When I feel Alain's cock withdraw from me, I turn around to face him, kind of surprised to see his pants around his ankles. I step one foot up onto the low wall, leaning back against the cables to expose my pussy to him and invite him back in. He accepts the invitation, parting my labia with his hard cock again and pushing it all the way inside. “Oh fuck yes, Alain, fuck me,” I growl right into his face. “Give it to me, Alain, give it all to me!” After looking into his eyes again for a minute, I close mine and lean back, arms out wide on the cables, letting him have his way with me.

When I feel him pumping harder, I lean into him and wrap my arms around his neck, humping my pelvis into his and beginning to grunt and sigh. One leg still on the ground, I wrap the other around him, taking his hard cock deep, grinding my cunt on it furiously. “Ohhh, fuck yes, Kay, you feel so good,” he breathes into my neck.”Mmm, Kay...” Having him groan my name while he rams his dick up inside of me is pure delight.

“I want to be naked,” I whisper into his ear. Oh, shit, did I really say that out loud? He slows down and looks at me quizzically, hands roaming. Sure... let's just go with it. I up pull on his shirt, and he lets me remove it completely. The two of us must be in agreement, because he grabs for the zipper in the back of my dress, pulling it down to expose my back to his roaming hands. His dick comes out of me and we separate, my dress dropping off my shoulders, Alain smiling at my sexy bra. I step out of my dress, and he places it along with his shirt over the back of the car. He has already wrenched off his shoes by now, so his pants and socks are free to come off and join the other clothes.

Now that he's completely naked, I am feeling even naughtier, not wanting to hide back here any longer. Stepping around him, I make my way toward the front of the car. He stops me by pulling on the back of my bra, whispering, “Where are you going?”

I don't answer, just looking back over my shoulder at him. “Are you going to take it off?” He does unhook it, and I let it fall while I walk forward a few steps and arrive at the front of the car. He joins me, and we smile at each other nervously and lustily before pressing our naked bodies into each other for a long groping, caressing makeout session.

I turn halfway around, looking back over my shoulder, hands on the hood of the car, ass sticking out. He gets the clue, stepping up to me and rubbing my butt and hips before re-inserting his dick, filling me yet again. I wiggle and gyrate, tossing my hair, bouncing up and down and back into him as I feel my insides probed with his thrusting stiff cock. He holds onto my now-bare and bouncing tits firmly, pinching the nipples while he gives it to me deep, grunting and “ooohhh”-ing.

When he comes out of me, I turn to face him, leaning back and spreading myself. He places his dick at my center again, and I pull both legs up off the ground, holding onto his neck. He grabs my ass to keep me from sliding down, lifting me so he can get it in again. When he's properly fucking me again, I let go and lie all the way back on the very warm hood of the car, arms out, taking all the dick he can give me. In a minute, my ass and back are sweaty from the warmth, and I revel in the pleasure of getting my brains fucked out while sprawled out on the hood of the car. I enclose my legs around him, fucking back at him, while he leans over me, bracing himself with his hands on the hood on either side of me, mouth wetting my nipples while he continues to pump me full of his delightful hard cock.

Suddenly, the two of us are flooded with about the brightest light I've ever seen! A car has arrived directly in front of us, headlights off, but there's a second light from above them trained right on us. I panic, and so does Alain. He rolls off me, and I slide down, almost falling over when I hit the ground. I'm out of the direct light, so I can see the car. No wonder I didn't hear it. Damn, motherfucking electric cars! Fuck them!

I stand up and try to hide behind Alain, but he's turning and starting to take off. The car door opens, and another light pops out, not as bright, but shining right in our faces as well. It's someone with a flashlight.

“Hold it right there!” A gruff female voice calls out from behind the flashlight. I turn with my back to the light, as Alain does, but otherwise feel obligated to comply. She's surely not a proper cop, of course – that sure is a shitty excuse for a car – but judging by the apparent authority, and the flashlight and what seems to be a spotlight on the side of the car, this must be a security guard or something.

“Ma'am, I'm going to need you to put your hands on the car!” she orders angrily.

What the fuck? I place my hands on the car but turn my head to look toward her. “Can I, um, cover up first?”

She ignores me. “Sir, you too – hands on the car!”

“We were just having a little fun. We'll leave if we need to,” Alain pleads.

“Hands on the car!” she repeats.

He stands beside me, hands on the car also. She has approached us, and actually taps the inside of my knee with what is evidently her baton. “Spread them!” I take a large step sideways, feet now more than shoulder-width apart. This is totally fucking ridiculous, and I wish I would have refused, but before I can object, she gives another instruction to Alain. “Sir, I need you to put your hand over here,” she says, tapping the hood of the car on the other side of me.

Reluctantly, Alain reaches across me, and stands directly behind me, leaning into my back while he reaches out with his hands, his now-flaccid member against my ass.

“Is this what you were doing!?” the security guard demands.

Um, well, this is one thing, I think to myself.

Alain answers, “Um... yeah... I guess. Hey, we were just having fun, seriously, we weren't doing anything else.”

“Well, okay.” She seems to have softened a bit. “But I'm going to have to see, exactly.”

“What!?” I protest.

“For my report.”

I swear I just heard her voice crack a little. Is she having fun with this?

“I must conduct a thorough investigation. If everything checks out, I'll let you go with a warning this time.” She is having fun with this. “Is this your car?”

“Yes, it's our car. We don't want any trouble, ma'am,” Alain tells her, as I definitely feel his dick twitch against my ass. “We'll cooperate.”

“I'll need you to demonstrate exactly what it was you were doing,” she says, her voice sweeter this time. The gruff voice from a minute ago was evidently an act. “This is how you were?”

“Um, yes ma'am... partly...” Alain tells her.

“Just looking at the car?” She puts her mean voice back on. “I doubt that. Was there any other... activity?”

“Well, yes, ma'am,” Alain says, moving his hips a little, rubbing his dick up and down and back and forth on my ass, getting it harder. Oh, shit, I think to myself, he's really going to go along with this. I want to rush this woman and beat her ass and turn her in to the real cops, but something inside tells me to play along. The more I think about it, and the more I feel Alain's dick which is now pushing up against my pussy, the more I get excited about the prospect of going through with it. It really does turn me on to think about fucking in front of a naughty voyeur like this.

Alain's dick is hard enough now, and I feel it slip inside me. I squeal and turn to look at him and her, grabbing at his hip.

“Hands on the car!” she barks at me in her surely-fake mean voice. I play along, planting my hand with the other one in front of me while Alain rams me deeply from directly behind me. The guard has moved to where she's looking at us from the side, and she can no doubt see the penetration in full detail, flashlight shining on what's going on back there.

“Is this what you recollect, ma'am?” she asks me. “Is this what was happening?”

“Yes,” I confirm. “It was just like this. This is just how I remember it.” Now that no light is directly in my face, and she's close and in full view, she's not intimidating at all. She's quite petite, maybe even skinny, and I can tell that her uniform doesn't fit. Her shirt is a couple of sizes too big, having a hard time staying tucked in, and her loose pants legs are cuffed a couple of turns. I can't tell how old she is – could be fifties or twenties, but by her voice, I guess pretty young. By now, I'm plenty excited to just go with the moment and give her a personal live sex show and let her think that she's in control.

“Was there any other... activity I should know about?”

“Well, yes,” I admit, and Alain pulls out of me to see where you're going with this. “But if you want to see, I'll have to take my hands off the car.”

“Proceed.”

I turn around and sit on the hood with my legs open. Alain says, “Yes, I remember, there was this.” He steps up and rubs the engorged head of his super-hard dick up and down my slit, nudging my exposed clit. He inserts his cock deeply inside of me, making me moan as our little voyeur watches. I close my legs around him as he fucks me, making me slide up and down the hood again, the warmth dissipating but still there enough to provide a little sweat to reduce the friction. I spread my arms out, taking it deep and hard, moaning softly while Alain grunts and thrusts.

“It was like this too,” I tell the woman behind the flashlight, needing no help to make sure my tits are jiggling at her. “I don't know if it's important... you know, for your report.”

“Every detail is important. You know, for a thorough investigation.”

I'm rubbing my clit now, wild with lust as Alain continues to fuck me hard and the mystery woman looks on. He bends his head down and kisses and licks and sucks my titties as before. Except his sucking is much stronger, and his thrusting is wilder and heavier. “Yes, fuck me,” I whisper, tonguing his ear, “Give the dirty little bitch what she wants!”

“I'll need you to finish your activity. You know, to complete my report.”

Alain is probably relieved to hear this, because I don't know how much longer he can last. “Yes, ma'am,” he pants, lunging into me, pushing me up the hood of the car with each thrust.

“And,” she adds, voice raised over his groaning and grunting, “I'll need to see the evidence!”

Oh, she did not just say that! Wow, this chick is dirty. I'm beginning to like her!

Trembling and bucking wildly, Alain lets out short grunts with each of his next series of short thrusts. “Uh! Uuuhh! Uhh!!!” He pulls his dick out of me and jerks it with awkward strokes a few times until a huge spurt of semen flies out, over my thigh, and lands with a splat on the hood of the car. “Oooaaaggghhh,” he cries out, giving his cock a few long, full strokes while he steps out from between my legs, firing another shot of his cum across the hood, just as Guard Girl extends her baton right in its path to catch some.

“Right here,” she says emphatically. “I need to collect that!”

He stands there wanking himself for a minute, gasping, depositing his gushing thick sperm right onto her baton, his dick and the mess it's making flooded with the light from the flashlight. I've seen him ejaculate enough times to think he's done, but he keeps stroking and even more cum oozes out of his dick, some falling off the baton and dripping onto the bumper of the car.

“Whoooaaa, fuck!” I exclaim, watching as the last of the 'evidence' drains from his cock. If he had kept that thing pointed toward me, I'd have a big mess on me... not that I'd mind at this point. As it stands, he dribbled one blob down my leg, but that's easy to wipe up. I have been masturbating myself pretty much ever since he pulled out, and now I dig a couple of fingers inside while I watch him flick his dick forward, flinging a few more droplets onto the car.

“Hmmm, interesting,” the woman says, holding up the baton and examining it while shining the flashlight on it. I can see the fluid running down it and a whitish blob hanging on near the end. “Well, this is satisfactory,” she announces. “For you!” She shines the light right in Alain's eyes. “But... “ she holds the light on me, “I'm not sure I have the evidence from you. Did you finish?”

“Um, no...” I close my legs, now just gently rubbing myself.

“Sir,” she says, hitting Alain with the light again, “I'm going to have to assess a fine for your neglect.” I hold back a giggle.

“Well, I can make up for it,” he says, stepping up to me and placing his fingers in my pubic hair. “I haven't really finished yet.”

“I think you should give him a chance,” I say, pulling him in for a kiss. I squirm as I open my legs to give him access, locking my mouth with his. “I can be a character witness.” He eagerly inserts a finger, diddling me inside while he French kisses me and gropes a tit with his other hand.

“Okay, I'll give it a chance,” she says, backing away a bit but keeping the flashlight on our naked bodies. I get finger-fucked and titty-sucked for a minute, enjoying Alain working on me to try to get me off. And it's working – I'm getting closer!

Lying back on the hood of the car, I spread my legs wider and tell him, “If you don't want any trouble, think I need a couple more fingers in me!” He complies, nestling three fingers along my super-wet slit and gliding them up and down before working them inside. He pinches a nipple and attaches his mouth to the other one, sucking strongly between licks while he wiggles and jams his fingers into my twat. Guard Girl's gaze and flashlight are fixed on our lewd sex act, watching for a long time as Alain works me toward my climax.

The woman is close to me, close enough that she actually starts rubbing her cum-splattered baton on my tummy, pushing on one of my tits with it. Sitting back up on the hood of the car, I lie back, opening my legs as Alain glides and massages his fingers inside my wet cunt. My tits are wet now – his saliva is coating the nipple closest to him and his cum is coating the other.

He crouches down, between my legs, planting his tongue on my slit, licking up and down. Then he pulls my pussy lips apart and digs his tongue inside, slurping around at all my sensitive girl parts. As he probes my vaginal opening with his tongue, he thumbs my clit, pushing me closer and closer toward my climax. After a minute, when I moan and gyrate harder, he inserts his fingers again, the final bit of stimulation I need to get me over the edge. Lying back again, I enjoy the feeling of getting probed and licked all around for another minute, until feel my orgasm begin to erupt deep inside me, spasms rushing through my loins and making me tremble.

“Oh, fuck yes... Ooohhhggghhh,” I cry out, trying to keep the volume down. Alain's tongue is slathering my clit as his thrusting fingers help bring me to climax, my legs clenching together, trying to squeeze his hand. I let out a long sigh after the shuddering subsides, beginning to relax as he continues to lick, helping bring me down slowly while sliding just one finger in and out of my dilated hole.

It takes a minute, but I eventually regain control of my hips and legs, opening them slowly, feeling some of my wetness dripping down between my butt cheeks. As I sit up, Alain lets go of me for the most part, and I slide down the hood of the car till my feet touch the ground. Running my fingers through the wet spot we left behind, I tell the guard, “I think you'll find some... evidence right here!”

She shines her flashlight on the wetness and rubs the end of her baton through it. Matter-of-factly, she just tells us in a fake stern voice, “Well, I think I have all the evidence I need, and enough information for my report. I'll let you off with a warning this time.” She backs toward her car, making sure to keep her face hidden behind the light. Opening her door, she starts to climb inside. “But if I ever catch you here again... the consequences will be more severe.”

“What, like a spanking?” Alain mutters under his breath. I smack his arm and gasp at him.

The door closed now, the car quickly lurches forward and swings around, heading down the ramp and disappearing around the corner.

Alain and I just stand there looking at each other, naked, mouths open. “That did not just happen!” I say, and we both bust out laughing before heading to the back of the car to retrieve our clothes.

“Now, what are you giggling about?” he asks.

Of course, I was giggling. I'm thinking how long it's going to be before he brings me back here, intent on being the subject of another 'investigation', but I can't tell him that, not yet. I accompany him to the front of the car again, and I stop to peruse the nasty sexy mess we made all over the hood. “Is there a car wash on the way home?”