Her car

"My car is just around the corner." Scarlett says. "I had to park it out of sight."

"Your car?" you say surprised.

"What, you never fucked in a car before?" Scarlett answers.

"It's going to be cramped." You have no idea why you're putting up a fight. You need to stop before it turns Scarlett off.

"I know" she seems confident and determined. Walking with certainty. She's ready to go.

And after a few minutes you're down a residential side street standing in front of a little Honda. The back seat is littered with boxes and other clutter. It's not a sexy space.

And you find yourself protesting again. "We could have just gone into the store," you say peering in.

"No, you wouldn't let me, remember?" Scarlett says.

You do remember. Although that seemed like a long time ago, it was only a few minutes ago. Still, it was before you knew you were going to fuck Scarlett Johansson. That is if you do end up fucking Scarlett Johansson. If you can just accept the situation before you and stop self-sabotaging.

"Anything else you won't let me do?" She says pulling off her wet pink top, exposing her bra to you.

You gaze at her massive breasts, barely being held in by the bra. "No..." you say quietly.

"Good," Scarlett pops open the door to the back seat. "Now get in and take out your dick."

And you listen, sliding into the seat, boxes and clutter shuffling around you. Scarlett follows, sliding next to you slamming the door behind her.

It's cramped and dark in the back of the car. But it's not bad. Scarlett has **** but to be pushed up against you. You can feel her warm breathing on your face. You quickly get to work, unbuttoning then unzipping your jeans, pulling them down just a bit and flipping your hard dick out of your boxers, feeling the cold night air touch it.

Is this really happening? Did you just expose yourself to Scarlett Johansson?

As you look up to see her reaction, she's just about finished unhooking the back of her bra. It falls down in front of her revealing her amazing breasts. They're simply huge, and you stare at them for a long time, trying to make out every detail in the dark. It's hard to tell but her nipples look big and hard.

Scarlett crawls over on the back seat and takes your hard throbbing cock in her soft hand. She begins to jerk. You stare at her face as she studies your member intently, jerking it up and down and up and down.

"That feels amazing" you say, hoping you'll get more than a handjob, although it is a good handjob.

Scarlett looks up at you and smiles. "Finally you have something nice to say." You smile back. "Say something else nice." she suggests.

"You're breasts are beautiful." you say, hoping it doesn't sound too cheesy. It seems to work, Scarlett smiles. "Your ass is heaven." She jerks faster. "Your face is the prettiest I've ever seen." Faster. "And your lips... your lips... deserve to be around my dick." you take a chance with that last one.

Scarlett looks up at you, still jerking. "You're a poet you know that?" she giggles sarcastically. You made her giggle. Then she leans in and you feel her soft thick lips wrap around your hard cock.

As you close your eyes and lean back your head you see a flash. Then another. What is going on?

Scarlett immediately drops your dick from her mouth. Something wrong is happening. There's a photographer outside the door. "Fuck!" Scarlett shouts.

The whole thing is being ruined. You have to act.

You tuck your cock back into your boxers quickly, zip up and kick open the door. The photographer runs but you pursue, easily catching up, grabbing them by the coat and flipping them around and pausing for a moment, not expecting the photographer to be a woman, a rather pretty middle-aged redhead. You grab her camera.

"Screw you man!" she spits. "Let me go! Let me go!"

But you don't let her go. Not yet.

Moments later you're back at the car with Scarlett who has put her bra back on, to your chagrin but not her shirt. You look at her thinking how far you'd gotten and wondering how far you could have gotten if not for this photographer.

As Scarlett grabs her camera, she rages, almost getting away from your grasp. "Fuck you! I gotta earn a living!" she shouts, her red hair falling into her face. "Give it back! Give it back!"

Scarlett smiles at you and walks up to the woman "Hold her up" she tells you and you do. Scarlett looks at you deeply, her eyes still filled with the desire you'd seen back in the car. "You caught her. I owe you something."

You're about to decline and tell Scarlett it was the right thing to do when she grabs the woman's face and, much to your surprise, plants a wet kiss right onto the woman's lips.

The redhead stops struggling for a moment and melts into it. She looks back at Scarlett with a confused, exasperated face.

"You want your camera back?" Scarlett asks her. She nods. "You have to do something for us first."

The woman stares blankly, shocked and anxious. Scarlet's thick lips curl with pleasure.