Her first time with Tommy Martin

To be honest, I had wanted Tom ever since I first saw him. Some people would say I'm smart dealing with the law on the daily basis, but I'd argue that my friend Stacy is the real genius. With a fake pair of tits, and revealing outfits, she has an easy life as a trophy wife to Dennis Martin. Whilst I wasn't that close with Stacy, we did meet up from time to time, including her wedding.

That's when I first saw Tom Martin, circling the bridesmaids like a shark. He had everything. The confidence, the charisma, and the chiseled body of a Greek God. Unfortunately, by the time I began my approach, he already had a doe-eyed drone wrapped around his arm. All I could do is sip my wine and watch him lead his partner away.

I spent the next six months thinking about him, waiting for another opportunity. I found said opportunity when Stacy invited me for drinks on a weekend. We both shared drinks and gossips, and when it was time to call it a night, I suggested Tommy's taxi service might be a little cheaper. Upon the moment he saw me in my little black dress, he was in a trace, completely ignoring his mother's entrance into his car.

When I enter the car, I said “You must be Tom?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“I'm Morgan. Pleasure to meet you.”

I knew from that moment he was mine. Somehow I'd put the heartthrob on edge. Once we were alone, I pushed him until he confessed that he liked me. With my stud wrapped around my finger, I flashed my breasts near an empty park. When he pulled up, I said "No one around."

“What do you mean?”

“Get in the back with me.”

Tommy obeyed my order, so I gave him another. “Well I've shown you mine. How about I see your chest?”

He complied, showing me those rock hard abs. I grazed his chest with my hand. “You must work out a lot?”

“Sure do.”

Right then and there, I seized him, kissing his lips before giving him a hug. After the kiss, I asked "Ever fuck in a car?"

He stammered for a second, surprised by my bluntness. “Uhh no.”

“I thought your generation was more liberal?”

“Well, what if we get caught Morgan?”

“What if?” I gave him a wink. He asked me if I was serious, and I proved how serious I was by patting his erection through his jeans.

“You're ready for me.”

“Of course Morgan.” He replied.

“The risk of getting caught is getting that heart of yours to pump, isn't it?” It definitely got mine pumping.

I got his cock out, and then showed him how much better I was then his previous girlfriends. His average-sized cock was not a challenge for my experience mouth, and any doubts he had left him. He told me how incredible it felt, as I sucked and slurped on his member. I kept this up for a few minutes, before mounting him and making my confession.

“I made Stacy call you. I've wanted this ever since I saw you at the wedding. I wanted you so badly Tom. I haven't fucked a man in months and I've needed this.”

That's when I started slowly pumping his cock. Despite the minimal space, I did my best to get my rocks off, grinding on his cock as he thrusted. At that point, it wouldn't have mattered if anyone caught us, unless they were willing to separate us. We were going to fuck right there in the open, like wild animals. I remember that first time cumming on his cock. My body shook as pleasure pulsed throughout my body. He didn't last much longer, and he unloaded inside of me.

After he caught his breath, he said “Think the neighbors heard?”

“Well if you did, that means you gave it to me good.”

And he did give it to me good. He always gives it to me good.