Don't worry about that.

'It's okay' you say as you maneuver in the tight confines of the car. You get your left knee on the edge of his seat, then swing your other leg over as he leans back so you end up astride him in the driver's seat, your body just above his. Your hips are positioned right above his towering erection, the tip just teasing at your entrance. You put your hands on his solid broad chest as you start to sink down and feel him push into you. It's definitely the biggest you've ever had, and it takes patience and tiny gentle thrusts to get just the tip inside. You feel a little stretch, but it's not necessarily unpleasant. He kisses you softly when you manage the head and whispers, 'take it slow, it can be a lot.' He sounds more caring than cocky, well maybe just a little cocky, but at this point it's just turning you on more. You take a second to let your body adjust to his girth. It helps that Pierre is very patient, and also hard as steel. His erection is so unfaltering and constant there's no hint of softening, so you can really take your time, lowering yourself onto inch after beautiful inch. You think of how your husband sometimes has trouble staying hard, even when fully inside you, but this man you're on top of is incredible. When your thighs finally rest against his you feel an deep fullness, with so many sensitive nerves stimulated all at once. For your petite frame it's a real Accomplishment, and you feel a little pride at taking his length.

You take it slow for the next couple strokes, small movements of your gently grinding hips, luxuriating in the new sensations in places you've never felt before. After a minute you start getting more adventurous. You've conquered the hardest part, now it's time to enjoy the spoils. Your movement gets more intense, more demanding, more urgent as you feel more pleasure than you thought was possible. You're in control and taking what you want and what you need. You didn't notice how loud you were being, but your gasps and moans and pleas can probably be heard outside the car. Pierre holds your hips and guides them up and down, sometimes pulling you down a little harder as he thrusts upward, holding deep inside for just a second before continuing. His breathing is coming faster and with a little rasp, just like yours. You can feel something building deep inside and you keep pushing, trying to find the right spot to make it grow, to make it a waterfall that spills over the edge. You find the spot and thrust onto him over and over and finally let out a cry, just as you hear an echoing cry from Pierre and he grunts out, 'Oh, fuck Louisa!'. And orgasm explodes through you and you think you black out for a second. You see stars, your legs shake, you can't catch you breath, but God was that good. You both come back to reality and you feel him still throbbing inside you over and over as a liquid warmth keeps spreading. You both catch your breath, still merged together then kiss deeply once more. You pull yourself off of him and manage to get back in your seat, then you struggle to get your underwear back on without leaving too much of a puddle under you. Luckily he came so deeply that most of it wasn't running out yet, so you only leave a little mess. You can feel more warmth spreading between your legs though.

You make your goodbyes and give him a quick kiss, thanking him for a wonderful time. He offers you a card with his number on it, just in case you want to do this again sometime and you take it without hesitation. You don't have to ever call it, but you could...

You step out of the car, wincing slightly as you suddenly realize how sore you are. You know your husband will want to reconnect and talk about your night out, but you're not sure you could handle another round of sex right now. As you walk towards the door, slightly bow-legged, you think you see motion inside. Was he there? Had he been watching? Had he been stroking himself? You know he likes watching, and maybe he's already satisfied himself and won't want to have sex, but it's also nice to be close to him, then again as sore as you are. you're not sure what you want.