The feelings became more and more intense, more and more unavoidable, until at last she was carried beyond herself… beyond consciousness.
"Uuuuhhh! Ooooohhh! Mmmm, darling!"
By the faint trance like contentment in her voice, by the sudden relaxation of her tense muscles, Brad knew she was cumming. The thought titillated him. This horny broad was fucking it off, screwing standing up in a city parking lot. It was the most daring encounter he had ever been involved in. His balls were swelling with the excitement of the occasion.
"Jee-zuz! Christ, woman, I'm doing it! I'm filling your sweet twit with my load!" Brad couldn't remember ever cumming so long or so copiously. This sexy redhead seemed to have sucked the residue of his sperm right out of him. He was empty, pumped dry.
But content.
Brad had just enjoyed the fuck of a lifetime.
When Heather finally opened her eyes to look at her stranger-lover, her face was wreathed in a lazy, sensual grin. She looked smug, pleased with herself.
"Feel good?" he asked her.
"Mmmm-hmm!"
They kissed a long, languorous good-bye. Then they parted, with a vague promise to get together again sometime. As she drove home, Heather realized with some surprise that she did not feel at all used or abused. It did not matter to her that she might never see Brad again.
They had shared a happening. And it had been worth it. Oh, yes!
Her cunt was tingling happily. She hummed along with the music on the car radio. Heather felt like a grown-up woman for the first time in her life. She was living for herself, enjoying herself, experiencing life.
There was a rude awakening waiting for her in her living room. Tom was sitting in his favorite armchair, his face drawn and tense. Obviously he had been expecting her, and she had not fulfilled his expectations.
"Where the fuck have you been?"
"Oh, I stopped for a drink with a couple of the girls on the way home. I lost track of the time."
"You know I've been waiting for you for an hour and a halt?"
"I left your dinner in the icebox, Tom. Didn't you find my note?"
"Yes, I found it. But I was going to surprise you. I was going to take you out for dinner. I wanted to put some romance back in our love life."
Heather felt instantly ashamed, though not enough to stop the contented tingling in her pussy. "Oh, Tom, I'm sorry! If I had known…"
"I'd just like to know what you were really doing." He rose angrily from his chair.
"I told you what I was doing." Her voice was loud, defensive. Guilt made her more self-righteous than ever.