The First Time I Did It in Mateo’s Car

I’m going to tell you something I’ve never told anyone, not even my closest friends. It’s the first time I’ve ever written one of these stories, and to start, I chose the one I’ve had the hardest time getting out of my head: the night I did it for the first time inside a car, out on the street, with a friend who later had many more encounters with me. I’ll tell those little by little, if I feel like it.

So you can picture it, I’m not the kind of girl who goes unnoticed. I have pretty generous tits and an ass that, I admit shamelessly, turns heads wherever I go. I say that because understanding it helps explain why that night I felt so powerful and so exposed at the same time.

Mateo was that friend. We’d known each other for a couple of years, and for months it had become routine for him to come pick me up from work when I had the night shift. I got off late, exhausted, and seeing him parked on the corner with the engine running was a relief. Of course, I always paid him back for that favor somehow, and that night was no exception.

I came out of the place after midnight, pulled my coat straight, and walked over to the car. I said hello as I got in and, before I’d even finished settling myself, he dropped a line on me with that crooked half-smile I knew so well.

—I found the spot —he said.

—What spot? —I asked, even though I knew exactly what he meant.

A few days earlier he’d confessed that he really wanted to fuck me in the car. I played along, told him why not, never imagining he was serious. He promised he’d find a quiet place. What I never thought was that he’d find one so soon, or that I’d actually dare to do it.

—Are you sure no one’s going to see us? —I insisted as he started the car.

—You’ll see nobody will —he replied, and squeezed my knee for a second before putting his hand back on the wheel.

Before heading straight to the spot, we stopped at a shop on the avenue. We bought something to drink and some snacks to nibble on. We got back in the car and spent a while talking with the cans in our hands, like two teenagers killing time. The conversation relaxed me. And the beers, cold and going down fast, loosened my nerves and lit something else up.

We talked about stupid stuff, about people from work, about a trip he wanted to take in the summer. But between sentences he looked at me in a way that left no doubt, lingering just a second too long on my cleavage every time I laughed. I noticed, and instead of bothering me, a strange mix of embarrassment and wanting grew inside me. I crossed my legs toward his side without thinking too much, and saw him swallow hard.

—Nervous? —he asked.

—A little —I admitted—. I’ve never done anything like this.

—If at any point you want to stop, we stop —he said, and by the way he said it, I believed him. That, oddly enough, was what finally made up my mind.

When we finished talking, he drove a few more minutes to a deserted street. There were no houses nearby, only the shadow of some trees and a couple of blown-out streetlights that left everything in half-darkness. Perfect for him, terrifying and exciting for me.

He turned off the lights. For a moment we did nothing, just listened to our own breathing and the tick-tick of the engine cooling down. Then he leaned in and kissed me.

***

We started slowly, like people feeling things out, his tongue slipping into my mouth less and less shyly each time. His hands didn’t take long to slide under my clothes and find my tits, first over my bra, squeezing them hungrily, and then yanking it away impatiently to grab them against bare skin. He pinched my nipples until they turned hard as stones and I let out a moan against his mouth. He lowered his head, took one fully into his mouth, and started sucking on it while his other hand crushed my other breast with no gentleness at all. I answered by running my hand over his pants, feeling how hard his cock already was under the fabric. I squeezed it over the jeans, traced it from top to bottom with my fingers, and he let out a long sigh against my neck.

—Don’t you want to go say hello to my friend? —he murmured, half joking, half serious.

—Sure, why not? —I answered, my voice rougher than I expected.

After the kissing and groping, I was too turned on to refuse anything. He unzipped himself, tugged his briefs down, settled into the seat and pulled his cock out. It was completely erect, thick, the tip already shining with liquid. I spent a second looking at it, savoring the anticipation, and then I leaned over him. First I ran my tongue from the base to the tip, very slowly, feeling how taut it became under my mouth. I kissed the head, played with my tongue over the drop he already had there, and only then did I take it into my mouth. I started sucking him calmly, savoring each movement, feeling it grow even more between my lips.

—Like that, slowly —he panted, burying his fingers in my hair—. I love the way you suck it.

I went lower, taking him all the way down, until the tip hit my throat and I had to strain not to cough. I came back up slowly, hollowing my cheeks, sucking as if I couldn’t get enough air. I went down again, this time faster, with wet sounds that, in the silence of the car, sounded obscene. I alternated the pace, slow and then faster, sucking him with both hands, one holding the base and the other playing with his balls. Every time I took him fully out of my mouth I ran my tongue underneath, over that thick vein beating there. Paying attention to his broken breathing and the way he gripped the seatback, I understood he was close. I liked having that control, knowing I could leave him that wrecked with my mouth. But before he completely lost his head, he grabbed my hair with a firmness that brooked no argument and yanked me up, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop.

—Now it’s my turn —he said, almost out of breath.

He unfastened my pants and pulled them down just enough, to my knees. He opened my shirt and, with the same impatient gesture as before, finished taking off the thin-strapped bra I was wearing. He lowered his mouth to my tits and ran his tongue over them, sucking, barely biting the nipples until he made me arch my back against the seat, while one of his hands slid between my legs and pushed my thong aside. His fingers sank straight into my pussy, which was already soaked.

—Look at how wet you are —he murmured, pulling his fingers out to show me them gleaming in the dim light—. Dripping.

He pushed them back in, this time two, and started moving them in and out at a rhythm that made me close my eyes. He found my clit with his thumb and began slow circles while his fingers kept going in and out, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I bit my lip not to scream. I was so turned on that any sound slipped out of me without permission, so I moaned softly, almost in secret, with the constant fear that someone might walk past on the street and hear us. That fear, far from stopping me, made me even hotter. It ran down my thighs and I could hear the wet slap of his fingers going in and out of my pussy.

He kept at it for a few minutes, alternating his tongue on my nipples with the movement of his fingers, curling them inside me until he found a spot that made me writhe. Then he lowered his head. He arranged himself as best he could in the miserable space of the seat, spread my legs wider and drove his tongue between my lips. He started eating my pussy hungrily, sucking my clit, thrusting his whole tongue into me, alternating broad licks with short sucks that made my hips lift against his mouth. I grabbed his head with both hands and pressed him against me, not caring about anything anymore. Pleasure hit me all at once, built up between my legs, and I came with a shudder that ran through my whole body, swallowing the moan against the fist he’d shoved into my mouth.

—That feels so good when you come —he said against my pussy, satisfied, his mouth still shining.

***

We stayed still for a moment, catching our breath. He looked out the windows, scanning the darkness outside to make sure nothing suspicious was there. Everything was still silent. Then he pushed his seat back and reclined it as far as it would go.

—Climb up —he asked, and slapped his thigh.

I didn’t think about it anymore. I was burning up and only wanted to feel his cock inside me. I finished pulling off my pants with a yank, in that impossible space in the front seat, and climbed on top of him. The open shirt was all I had left on, and my tits brushed his face with every movement.

Almost always I asked him to wear a condom. It was my rule and he respected it without arguing. But that night, with adrenaline pounding in my temples and my body begging for it, I said nothing. I just moved my thong aside, took his cock in my hand, rubbed it a couple of times against the lips of my pussy to coat it well with my own wetness, and lowered my hips until I felt him enter me bare.

God, it felt so good.

He drove all of it in with one downward motion, and at the deepest point a long moan escaped me, surprising myself. I started moving slowly, letting myself drop little by little, feeling him slide in and out with each sway, feeling myself stretch from the inside. The sensation of fucking like that, in a car, out on the street and almost completely naked, with a friend’s cock buried to the hilt and no protection at all, set something off in my head I had never experienced. I was exposed, vulnerable, and even so I didn’t want to stop for anything in the world.

He grabbed my tits with both hands, took them to his mouth one after the other and started sucking my nipples while I rode him. Every downward stroke pulled a gasp from me, every rise left me wanting to drive myself back down on him. With every moment I became aware of where we were: any old street, a car with the windows starting to fog up, the real possibility of headlights rounding the corner and catching us like that, fucking bareback in the front seat. That idea, which should have paralyzed me, did exactly the opposite. I pressed myself against him, looked for him deeper, moving my ass in circles to feel him hit every corner.

—Fuck me harder —I whispered in his ear, surprised by my own voice.

He dug his hands into my ass, spread it with his thumbs and started moving me over him harder, thrusting up into me every time I came down. The car rocked with us, the springs in the seat creaked, and the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy mixed with our breathing.

I picked up the pace. I was moaning louder than was wise and he followed me, his hands on my waist, setting the rhythm.

—Like that, keep going like that —he kept saying—. I want to come with you like this, inside you.

I changed speed again, slow movements and then fast, playing with him, drawing it out, squeezing his cock with the muscles of my pussy every time I felt him reach the end. Every time I felt him all the way inside me a current ran through me. I leaned forward, braced my hands on the car roof for leverage, and started bouncing on him with all my body weight. My tits shook against his face and he took advantage of it to catch a nipple with his teeth. I came again, this time with an intensity that left me weak, with my pussy pulsing around his cock and a hoarse moan escaping me uncontrollably.

—Again —he murmured, amazed—. Now it’s my turn. Turn around.

I got down as best I could and turned, bracing my hands on the dashboard with my ass toward him. Seated as he was, he didn’t have much room, but it was enough for him to grab my hips, pull me back and slam into me again with a hard thrust. From that angle it went in differently, deeper, and I clenched my teeth against my arm so I wouldn’t scream. He started fucking me from behind with short, fast thrusts, spanking my ass every two or three strokes, leaving my skin red. I moved my hips to meet him, pressing my forehead against the fogged-up window.

—I’m going to come inside —he growled, gripping my hair—. Can I?

—Yes, come inside, don’t pull out —I answered, without thinking.

We kept going, no longer holding back. The moans turned rougher, the car windows were completely fogged by our breathing, and the world outside had ceased to exist. I felt him tense up, dig his fingers into my waist, give three final thrusts deeper than the last, and then he came. His cock swelled inside me and I felt hot spurts of semen fill my pussy, one after another, while he groaned against my back and pulled me tight against his body to empty himself down to the last drop. Hearing him moan while he came, feeling him fill me from within, was almost as delicious as my own orgasm.

He stayed still inside me for a while, breathing against my back, until he slowly slid out. I felt the semen running down between my thighs as soon as his cock left my pussy.

***

I let myself fall for a second against him, both of us sweaty and breathless in that tiny space. Then I moved back into my seat as best I could, wiped myself with the napkins from the shop —they ended up a total mess with semen and all of mine— and started putting my clothes back together. While I was pulling my pants up, he sat up, kissed my tits before I’d finished buttoning my shirt, and smiled.

—That was incredible —he said—. Now come on, let’s go. I’m taking you home.

He started the car and lowered the window a little so the glass would clear. The cold predawn air hit my face and slowly brought me back to reality. I still could hardly believe what I’d just done, me, who had never dared go that far.

Before he dropped me off in front of my building, he looked at me with that same crooked smile from the start.

—We have to do this again —he said.

—Of course —I replied, without hesitating for a second.

And did we ever do it again. We did it many more times, in other places and in other ways, each one with its own story. But that first time in Mateo’s car, with fear and desire mixed in the same breath, is still the one that comes back to my mind when I least expect it. I’ll tell you about the others another time. If I feel like it, of course.