It had been six months since I’d seen Megan. Months in which I didn’t know if I’d ever see her again. Exactly six months since I’d last come inside her, to be precise. It had been raw, pure instinct and instant, in a corner of airport. The memory of her pussy’s contractions came back to me every now and then in an almost material way, I could feel the pulse in my cock, and inevitably, I’d finish with a handjob, amidst her tastes and smells in my mind.

She appeared to me light-hearted, now with short hair, wearing a short dress. I’d already read her whole story when I saw her walking toward me, a huge smile on her face, biting her lower lip. This “reading” made my cock throb. Dressed. I’d just gotten out of the car, in the shopping parking lot. She’d asked me to park in the last parking lot, the highest, outdoors. I thought she’d planned something romantic like showing me the view, with all the city lights at night. Well, that was it, but it wasn’t just that. And it all occurred to me in those few seconds between getting out of the car and seeing Megan coming toward me. We arrived together. What snapped me out of those seconds of “epistemic suspension” were her mouth on mine and her hand on my cock, both arriving almost simultaneously.

“I’ve been dying to hear your mouth,” she said as she kissed me. She grabbed my cock, which was already starting to ache in my pants.

She pushed me against the car, leaving me a little stunned, then bent down and unzipped my pants. Was she really going to do that? There? It was pretty late, but it was busy. I could hear voices in the background. And footsteps crossing the parking lot behind me. I was pulled from my reverie again by her mouth. This time, swallowing my cock. Fuck the people around. Actually, I kind of like it. It was hard to say what made my cock harder: knowing we could be surprised at any moment, hearing footsteps and voices so close, or Megan, her mouth sliding over every inch of my cock.

She alternated between licking and sucking hard, staring at me. That sensational slutty face. She pulled away a little with a naughty smile, and moved lower to suck my balls. My pants were halfway down my legs and the car keys were still in my hand. Completely surrendered to her mouth. I threw the keys on the floor and grabbed her hair tightly. I pulled Megan like this, her eyes rolling back—I knew it was her weak spot—and I placed her back to me, leaning against the car. I got right up close to her ear, smelling the back of her neck, biting her neck. I could tell how horny she was just by the smell.

I lifted my dress, knowing I’d chosen it on purpose, and planned it all, drove me wild. I squeezed her ass hard, rubbing my cock against her dripping wet pussy. I thrust once, deep, and felt her soak me completely, down to her groin. I ran my hands down her back, to that tattoo that always kept me awake, as she slowly wiggled. She squeezed me. Controlled me. Dominated me inside her. I heard a car pull into the space next to me. I thrust harder. She moaned loudly. I pulled my cock out of her pussy; it was dripping wet. She turned and kissed me, grabbing the back of my neck and my hair.

“Come here,” she said in a voice half-whispered, half-husky with lust.

By then, my pants were down, along with my underwear, her dress around her waist. But I had no power to deny it. It was all I wanted. She took me to the front of the car, where there was a low wall, with an unobstructed view. Unobstructed. A good contrast to what we were doing. The scene was a painting: many people passing behind us now, they seemed close, I’m not sure, their voices muffled, the view of the coastline at night. And Megan, her back all bent over and facing me, pulling me closer. Pulling my cock to her ass. I hesitated for a moment, but she left no doubt.

I forced my cock into her ass, it was all sticky from the thick lubrication of her pussy, yet I felt resistance. She leaned closer to me. As soon as I entered her, I felt myself tighten, and I also felt the shivers run down her entire back, and she softened in my hands.

“Good… Put it in hard. I was dying to fuck you again.”

I thrust it all the way in, cupping her breasts, and she bucked vigorously. She pulled on one of my hands and sucked my finger, moaning. Even with her back turned, I knew the faces she was making. I saw them in my mind. Megan said she was going to cum, but she didn’t need to warn me. I felt the contractions so strong that they made me cum too, a long orgasm, bigger than I expected, which turned into a shiver all over my body. Only later did I realize I’d left my hands marked on her, I’d held her so tightly.

We got dressed, and she smiled at me with an extremely naughty expression. She gave me her hand and winked at me, feigning innocence, as if none of it had happened. The relieved arousal returned, reacting automatically to her, and I stared at her. Right in front of us, a security guard walked by without looking in our direction. I’ll never know if he, or whoever it was, saw or heard anything.