An exhibitionist epilogue

When you woke up that morning, before Miranda had to leave, you'd made a date to get dinner next weekend. The days since then seemed to crawl by but now it's finally time. Time for your first actual date with Miranda. It's bizarre that this is only coming after the sex and, despite everything you've said and done, you still feel nervous as you wait for her. When she arrives her smile lights up and she rushes over to you, planting a kiss on your lips that washes your fears away.

Sitting down to order you talk properly for what feels like the first time. You talk about yourselves and your studies for a while, and you're relieved to find you have a lot in common, but inevitably the conversation turns to the afterparty. In hushed voices you go over it all, the highlights, the lowlights, and how it all made you both feel. "My favorite bit was when we had sex in front of Tom and Sarah." She confides, leaning forward across the table a little. "Yeah, that was my favorite moment too." You reply, restraining yourself from saying 'duh', but that's not exactly what she means.

"Not just the sex. That was great but what I think really turned me on was the audience, you know?" She explains, making you raise an eyebrow in surprise. "Oh really?" Is all you can respond. " Yeah, I think I like being watched." When she says this she blushes a little, making her look extra cute. When your food comes you change the subject and talk about other stuff but even as you eat an idea is forming in your brain.

Once you finish your drinks and dessert you head out into the parking lot, the sun just beginning to set behind the horizon. "How about I give you a ride?" You offer, gesturing to your car at the far side of the lot. "Such a gentleman." She teases, accepting the offer and heading towards your car. You keep up the small talk as you cross the lot but the whole time your mind is focused on something else. Opening the passenger door you let Miranda climb in before getting in the drivers seat yourself.

When you're inside, however, you don't start the engine, instead you turn to Miranda and give her another offer. "How about we do it, right here?" You ask, as confidently as you can. "W-what?" She asks, laughing a little in shock. "You heard me." You reply. "Let's do it right here, right now." Miranda nervously looks around. "But, someone might see us." She argues. "I thought you liked that?" You ask, cocking an eyebrow. Miranda doesn't say anything else, a grin creeping across her face as her exhibitionist side comes out to play.

Wordlessly she crawls to the backseat, laying on her back to slip her pink panties down her long smooth legs. With two fingers she flicks them playfully at you so they land on the dashboard. Taking that as an invitation you crawl back there too, positioning yourself between her spread legs and sliding your cock home into her wet, welcoming pussy. For the next five minutes the rocking of your car goes thankfully unnoticed until Miranda cums even harder than she did during your fist time. Hilting yourself within her you pump her full of your cum, not even thinking about protection. Leaning down you sweep the strands of sweaty brown hair from her face and kiss her soft red lips.

This became a regular part of your dates. Fucking in your car or in bathroom stalls or unlocked supply closets. You would have vanilla sex too but nothing made Miranda cum harder than fucking somewhere where she might be seen. The illicit thrill of it made her so horny that it would often take just a couple of minutes for her to climax. For her birthday you arranged a special treat with Matt and Nicole. The pair of them would come over for drinks and dinner then stay around to watch the show. With both pairs of eyes on her Miranda nearly came the second you put it in her, and that was the first (but not the only) night you ever made her squirt.

It's certainly not the relationship you'd pictured having with Miranda, but you love it anyway.