The Peeping Tom in the Car Stopped Again

My name is Diego, and my partner, Mara, had always been more restrained than I was outside the bedroom. In private, though, she transformed. She liked talking dirty, sucking me until I was trembling, and testing me with fantasies that, afterward, she would swear with a laugh she would never act on while awake and sober.

I was the one who pushed the boundaries more. Not because I wanted to force her into anything, but because that was how arousal worked between us: talk, provoke, feel things out, decide together how far to go. And one of our most frequent habits was fucking in the car when we didn’t want to go home yet.

We had a place we often went, a side street beside some warehouses, with a dirt exit at the far end and a row of streetlamps that left dark patches between pools of yellow light. It wasn’t completely hidden, and that was precisely what we liked about it. The risk of someone passing by turned us on even before we took our clothes off.

That night, the heat was sticky. She was wearing a cropped blouse and a denim skirt; I had on a light T-shirt and dark pants. I parked where I always did, switched off the engine, and we looked at each other for barely a second before throwing ourselves at one another.

“You look eager tonight,” I told her, sliding my hand up her thigh.

“Less talking and touch me,” she replied, pressing her mouth against mine.

We climbed into the back almost out of habit. I left the doors ajar so some air could get in, and she sat on my lap, her back to the windshield, slowly grinding her ass against my already-hard cock beneath the fabric. A streetlamp lit us up from the road, and I knew that if anyone came closer, they could see far more than any sensible couple would have allowed.

I pushed her skirt up to her waist. Beneath it she wore a tiny black thong, the kind that emphasized more than it covered. I moved the fabric aside and ran my fingers over her wet pussy. Mara let out a short moan, the kind she tried to swallow but couldn’t, and dug her nails into my shoulder.

“You’re soaked,” I whispered in her ear.

“Because I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she said. “And about your cock.”

I slowly slipped in two fingers and began fucking her with my hand while she rubbed herself against me. I felt her firm ass opening and closing against my palm each time I changed the rhythm. I kissed her back, bit her neck, and pulled one strap of her blouse down to lick her shoulder. Everything was going as it had so many other times, until I saw movement on the other side of the door.

A man jogged past along the street, wearing running clothes and headphones around his neck. He looked inside for a moment too long. Long enough to understand what we were doing. He continued on, but a few minutes later he came back in the opposite direction, and this time he slowed down as he reached our height.

“There’s someone watching,” I told her quietly.

Mara turned her head just slightly, without getting off me.

“A lot?”

“Enough to know he isn’t looking at the scenery.”

She gave a nervous laugh but didn’t move my hand away. On the contrary: she sank her ass more deeply onto my fingers and let out another moan. I understood immediately what it meant. It turned her on almost as much as it turned me on.

The jogger pretended to stretch his leg beside the car. From where he stood, he must have had a perfect view of the curve of Mara’s ass, my hand spreading her cheeks and moving in and out of her pussy. The sight sent my blood racing.

“I can stop if you want,” I told her, though I had no real intention of doing so.

“No,” she answered too quickly. “But don’t talk to him.”

I didn’t completely obey. I reached around behind her, spread her ass with my fingers, and slowly stroked her asshole with my fingertip, knowing that from outside the gesture looked obscene and unmistakable. She jerked, threw her head back, and murmured my name in a voice already cracked with desire.

The man came a little closer, until he was at a ridiculous distance from the open door. I saw him swallow. He wore a T-shirt clinging to him with sweat and short running tights that no longer concealed his erection.

“Good evening,” he said awkwardly. “I don’t want to interrupt… but it would be a lie to say it isn’t turning me on like crazy to watch you.”

Mara stayed still for a few seconds. I felt the tension in her body, an exact mixture of embarrassment and arousal. She turned her face slightly toward him, just enough to see that he was an attractive, athletic man with a short beard and an uncertain gaze.

“Well, you are interrupting a little,” I said, without taking my hand from between her legs.

“I know,” he replied. “If you tell me to leave, I’ll leave. But if you let me watch, I won’t bother you.”

I looked at Mara. Her lips were parted and her eyes bright. She didn’t look frightened. She looked turned on to the limit.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” I whispered.

“You’re such a pig,” she murmured, almost smiling. “Keep going.”

That was enough. I unbuttoned her blouse and opened it completely. She wasn’t entirely naked, but her dark bra barely contained the movement of her tits as she continued moving on top of me. I squeezed one of them, lowered my mouth, and bit her nipple through the fabric. The man didn’t look away.

“I want to suck you,” she finally said, breathing hard. “But it turns me on that he’s watching me.”

“Then let him get a good look.”

I slid toward one side of the seat, and she got onto her knees between my legs. I pulled out my cock, hard and taut, and Mara wrapped one hand around it while glancing at the stranger. Then she ran her tongue slowly and playfully over the tip, as though she were showing it to him too.

“On all fours,” I told her.

She held my gaze for a moment, then obeyed.

She positioned herself with her ass toward the open door, her knees on the seat and her face buried between my thighs. The image was brutal: her arched back, her skirt bunched up, the thong string wedged between her cheeks, my cock entering her mouth while the jogger watched from less than a yard away.

Mara gave incredible head, and she knew it. She swallowed me all the way down, pulling back slowly to leave my cock glistening with saliva before sinking onto it again. Her tongue moved firmly along the underside, one hand on my balls, the other pulling her thong aside to touch her pussy while she sucked me. I spread her cheeks and opened her ass wider with my fingers, giving the voyeur an unobstructed view.

The man moaned. He wasn’t hiding it at all anymore. He rubbed his bulge over his tights with restrained desperation, as if waiting for permission to do something more.

“If you’re going to watch, really watch,” I told him.

With two fingers I pulled Mara’s thong completely aside, leaving her pussy and asshole exposed. She moaned without releasing my cock, trembling over me. The stranger took another step, his breathing unsteady.

“I don’t know if I should…” he began.

“Show it,” Mara suddenly said, pulling away from my cock for a second.

We both looked at her. Her mouth was wet, her chin shining with saliva, and the brazen expression on her face made me even harder.

“If you’re going to jerk off over my ass, at least show it,” she repeated.

The guy obeyed. He pulled his tights down to mid-thigh and took out a large, straight, fully erect cock. He began masturbating while looking at her as if he were witnessing an apparition. Mara bit her lip when she saw it.

“Fuck,” she said. “You certainly came prepared.”

She went back to sucking me, this time with greater hunger. She licked me from my balls to the tip, took my cock deep, and then looked up at me from below while masturbating herself. The combination of her mouth, the hot night air, and the sight of the other man jerking off inches from her ass was driving me insane.

I pushed two fingers into her pussy while she sucked me and felt an immediate gush of wetness. She was drenched. I pulled my hand out and showed it to the jogger.

“You’re causing all that with those little peeping-Tom eyes of yours,” I told him.

He swallowed without stopping his hand.

“I can touch her, but only if she wants me to,” he said.

I lifted Mara’s chin with two fingers.

“Do you want him to touch you?”

She didn’t answer in words. She pulled my cock from her mouth, spread her legs wider, and pushed her ass toward the door. It was a perfectly clear answer.

The man brought his hand closer carefully, almost reverently at first. He stroked one cheek, then the other, as if he couldn’t quite believe he was allowed to do it. Then he dared to squeeze. Mara let out a long, deep moan and put my cock back in her mouth.

Seeing another hand fondling my woman’s ass stirred something primal in my chest. There was jealousy, yes, but it was mixed with an animal excitement that left me unable to think. I spread her cheeks, and the stranger ran a wet finger over her asshole.

“More,” Mara murmured, her mouth still occupied.

He obeyed. He slid his fingers over her pussy first, soaking them thoroughly, then returned to her ass, massaging the opening in slow circles. Mara stopped sucking to pant with her face resting against my thigh. She was coming without touching herself, with only my hands, her own mouth occupied moments before, and a stranger’s fingers opening her ass.

“Put them in,” she said hoarsely. “I want to feel them.”

The man inserted one finger, then two, very slowly. Mara arched farther, offering herself without shame. I held her by the waist to keep her from moving too much and watched her tremble.

“Look at her,” I told the jogger. “Look at how she begs you.”

“She’s fucking gorgeous,” he said, without taking his eyes off the place where his fingers entered and withdrew.

Mara lifted her head and looked straight at him for the first time from so close. Her expression was clouded with pure desire.

“Less talking and use them better,” she ordered.

I laughed. That was Mara when she was truly turned on: brazen, bossy, obscene. The jogger listened, pushing a little deeper while jerking himself off frantically with his other hand. The scene had already gone beyond any game we had imagined while talking in bed.

I pulled my cock from her mouth and rested it against her cheek.

“I want to fuck you now,” I told her.

“Wait,” she panted. “Leave me like this a little longer… I’m going crazy.”

The man withdrew his fingers from her ass and brought them to his mouth, tasting her wetness without hiding himself. Mara saw him and moaned even louder. She was fascinated by seeing herself desired in such a raw way.

“I want your cock in my ass,” she suddenly said, looking at me. “Now.”

We didn’t always do anal, and when we did, it was because she was completely beside herself. She was that way tonight. I pulled her skirt farther aside, took my cock, and ran it between her cheeks, coating it with her wetness and a little saliva. The stranger was still beside us, masturbating so fast he could barely keep up the pace.

“Open up properly,” I told her.

Mara leaned back, spreading her cheeks with one hand. I saw her asshole swollen from the recent fingers, and the tip of my cock sought the opening. I pushed slowly. She let out a hoarse sound, half pain and half pleasure, and buried her forehead against the front seatback.

“More,” she begged. “Don’t stop now.”

I eased into her little by little until I was all the way inside. The tight heat of her ass drew a moan from me too. I stayed still for a second, gripping her waist tightly and breathing deeply so I wouldn’t come immediately.

“Fuck…” I muttered.

“Fuck me,” she ordered. “Let him watch us.”

I started slowly, sliding my cock in and out with short thrusts to open her farther. Mara moaned without restraint. Beside us, the man watched almost without blinking as her ass swallowed every thrust. I placed one hand on her back and the other between her legs, and began masturbating her pussy at the same time as I fucked her from behind. That broke her.

“Yes… yes… like that…” she repeated. “Harder, please… harder.”

I fucked her eagerly. The seat creaked, her body slammed against mine, and her moans mingled with the wet, obscene sounds of penetration. The jogger’s cock was so red from masturbating that it looked ready to burst.

“Are you going to come?” Mara asked him, turning her face toward him with a filthy smile.

“Yes… fuck, yes… I can’t hold out much longer.”

“Then come while you watch me,” she said. “But don’t touch me with your cock.”

That boundary came clearly from her mouth, and it turned me on even more that she marked it in the middle of such a frenzy. The stranger immediately nodded, panting.

I kept fucking her ass while he moved only close enough to aim himself at her open slit. Mara spread her pussy with two fingers without stopping her reception of my thrusts, and the image was so obscene it nearly made me come on the spot.

The guy came with a stifled growl. His cum fell thickly over Mara’s pussy, sliding between her lips and along the base of my thrusts, staining her thigh and part of the hand she was using to spread herself. She trembled all over at the warmth.

“Fuck…” she whispered. “Fuck, that’s so hot…”

I didn’t stop. On the contrary, I used that wet mixture of semen and lubrication to slide my hand over her pussy while continuing to fuck her ass. Mara came like that, shaking on top of me, her ass clenching tightly around me and her body caught in a continuous spasm. She screamed my name without the slightest shame.

The jogger stepped back, still breathing like an exhausted animal.

“Thank you,” he said, dazed. “I’ll never forget this.”

Mara lifted her head, her hair stuck to her face and her eyes dark with desire.

“Then run along before I change my mind and leave you dry again just by looking at me.”

The man gave an incredulous laugh, pulled up his tights, and left almost staggering, looking back a couple of times. When he disappeared down the street, the silence inside the car grew even denser.

I was still inside Mara’s ass, hard as a rock. She felt it too. She raised herself slightly and looked at me over her shoulder.

“This isn’t over,” she said.

I slowly slipped out of her ass. A mixture of my saliva, her wetness, and the other man’s cum gleamed between her legs. Mara brought two fingers to her pussy, gathered what was dripping, and spread it over my cock with obscene naturalness.

“Now you’re going to put it in my pussy,” she ordered.

She turned around in the seat as best she could, ended up half-reclining, and sat facing me, guiding my cock into her pussy with her hand. It went in at once, and she let out a deep moan as she impaled herself. I gripped her hips, and for a second we stayed like that, breathing together, feeling the change from the tightness of her ass to her soft, soaked warmth.

“Look at you,” I told her. “All dirty, all opened up, and you still want more.”

“I want your cum,” she replied. “And I want it now.”

She began riding me furiously, rising and falling without any graceful rhythm, only the rhythm hunger gave her. Her tits bounced inside her half-fallen bra, her pussy swallowed me all the way, and my hands were full of her, sweat, the other man’s semen, and the madness of what had just happened.

I helped her with thrusts from below, driving into her each time she came down. Mara gripped the front headrest to propel herself better. The whole car was moving. We didn’t care. If anyone passed by now, there was nothing left to hide.

“Tell me what you liked,” I asked her.

“Everything,” she panted. “Having him watch. Letting him see me suck your cock. Having him touch my ass. Watching him come just from looking… everything, fuck.”

“And me fucking you while another man jerked off beside us?”

“That most of all.”

I grabbed her hair, not to hurt her, but to make her look at me while I drilled into her from below.

“You’re such a fucking exhibitionist.”

“Yes,” she told me without blinking. “But only for you.”

That final remark pierced me. I turned her slightly and began fucking her with short, brutal thrusts, right at the angle that made her clench her teeth. She slipped one hand between her legs and frantically rubbed her clitoris.

“I’m coming again,” she warned. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

I watched her fall apart in front of me, shaken by another orgasm more violent than the first. Her pussy squeezed me with uncontrolled spasms, and that was all I needed. I gripped her waist tightly, drove into her as deeply as I could, and came inside her with a long, hoarse moan, unable to move for several seconds.

She collapsed against my chest, still trembling. We stayed like that for a while, sweaty and breathing in the thick smell of sex inside the hot car. Outside, the wind continued moving through the industrial street as if nothing extraordinary had happened.

“I can’t believe what we did,” I murmured at last.

Mara lifted her head and smiled with a delicious mixture of exhaustion and brazenness.

“I can. We’d been fantasizing about someone watching for too long.”

I caressed her thigh, still wet.

“Would you have let him do more?”

She slowly shook her head.

“Watching, touching with permission, coming while he watched us… that, yes. The rest was yours.”

I liked hearing that more than I expected. Not because it soothed my jealousy, but because it defined exactly what that madness had been: a shared overflow, a boundary opened just far enough to set everything ablaze without breaking what we had.

We dressed awkwardly, cleaning ourselves as best we could with tissues from the car. Before starting the engine, Mara kissed me slowly, still tasting of me.

“We’re coming back,” she said.

“For the place, or in case he shows up again?”

She straightened her skirt, looked at me with an indecent smile, and answered:

“For both.”

And for months, that was what we did. We went back to that street again and again, sometimes just to fuck, sometimes to remember, sometimes with the absurd hope of seeing the hungry-eyed jogger reappear. He never did. But he left us something better: the exact memory of the night we discovered how much it turned us on for desire to have witnesses.