Scenic Sex

It did not take long for us to reach a road just outside of town, where we could get a view of the sea. He stopped his car just off the side of the road, not far from a bend in the path. there's an extra space here made for tourists to stop. He gives me a dirty look, before speaking up, "Get out. I've long thought of doing this, and it's something you're sure to love. I giggle, getting out of the vehicle and leaning against it for support. He quickly comes around to the passenger side and casually leans me against the sports car. My legs are casually spread wide, and I look over my shoulder, still happy with myself. We kiss once, and I feel a hand placed on my waist, and another on the center of my back. He kisses my neck once, twice, before shoving me forward, pushing my body from the waist up somewhat generally against the hood of his car.

I feel him fingering my clit with the fingers of one hand, followed closely after by the sound of his fly opening. I moan loudly, as thoughts of erotic pleasures flowed through my head. I felt then the tip of his cock rub against my clit several times, each time arousing me even further. I moaned then, excited at the thought. I did not have long to wait before I felt, grabbing tight to my hair and hip, press his cock inside of my pussy lips. I moaned exceedingly loud then, as my body was pressed into his sports car. I felt him thrust again into me, harder and deeper this time than before. I orgasmed almost immediately, pleasure and longing flowing through me freely. I hung on tight to his car, my body being pushed forward each time he turned into me; driving his cock deeper into me each time.

"Yea . . oh yea ugnnuh harder, fucckk ughh me... YEEEAA . . ", I screamed out. The native surroundings and the sights only add to my own excitement. Iograsmoed again, as I felt his ballsack impact against my body. I moaned loudly, as physical need and satisfaction, pleasure and pain intermingled. I felt his thrusts, each one forcefully, working like clockwork, rhythmically pounding into me. I climaxed then, followed swiftly by another orgasm. He was using me for his own pleasure, and I in turn enjoyed and revved pleasure in being taken and used.

I saw several cars pass, and part of me wondered if they saw us. I found the idea of them seeing them . . exciting and chose to give it no mind. My head pulled back in pleasure, and I moaned loudly as I felt him, as his thrusts started to quicken in pace. New pleasures shot through me, as his thrusts increased in intensity. My breath grew rapidly, and I felt a hand on my pres around my throat then. I saw in my reflection on the hood of the sports car my cheeks take on a reddish hue. My pleasures increased then, lust and desire pushing aside all other considerations. I moaned then, loving being taken by him. I felt his hand clasp tightly around my neck, my body pressing itself against him, loving the experience as my only thought was for more.

I heard myself cry out loud then, calling out how much I enjoyed being taken, calling for him not to stop. I didn't care I didn't even know his name, so long as he didn't stop now. I felt him pounding me hard now, pounding me at a fever quick pass. The hand tight around my throat, my face a deep shade of red. Through it all, I felt incredible amounts of pleasure. I felt him then shoot his load deep inside of me, pushing me over the edge as I climaxed again. I felt him continue to thrust into me several more times, though without the ferocity he used before, as he excreated the remainder of his loud inside of me. I felt it, as it moved and swirled, inside of me with satisfaction, as he pulled himself out of me. I felt release from me then, my face quickly regaining colour as I caught my breath.

I wondered then, if we were the only ones there, or if we had been watched. I found the ideas exciting, as I casually scanned around us for movement.