Tunnel Travel
I've always been excited by the thought of sex in public places, but my boyfriend Ken was just too nervous about it all. I had tried a few times to get him to just play with me in the pub or in the park or something, but he never would. 'What if someone sees' he would say 'That's the point!' I would reply exasperated by his caution. So when he suggested a trip to France by Euro tunnel my thoughts instantly turned to the possibilities of sex!
'Oh yes, Ken, that would be lovely, I could do with a day out in France' - little did he know that I was already scheming in my head just how I was going to fuck him! 'We'll take my car though'. I was planning ahead, knowing that if we took my car that would put him in the passenger seat and leave me better access!
I thought carefully that day about what I would wear; a skirt was a must, it would be too complicated if I wore trousers, and I couldn't make up my mind whether to wear knickers or not ... wondering what would turn him on most and what would be easiest! In the end I decided on a thong, they hardly count but add a little bit of mystery! On the trip down to the terminal I couldn't help running through the scenario in my head; this had the result of getting me very randy, and I could already feel myself getting wet and ready. Good, it would be so much easier if I was really turned on and wet and open for him. But I needed to put him in the mood too.
I took his hand and placed it on my crotch, over my skirt, making him rub his fingers over me. He didn't pull his hand away, and started to run his hand up under my skirt, searching out my pussy with his fingers. 'God, Karen, who's a randy girl then, you are so wet, what are you thinking about?'
'I'm always wet and ready for you Ken, you know that. Finger my pussy, I want to be turned on even more'
Ken pushed first one finger and then another inside me making me squirm with pleasure and although I should have been concentrating on my driving my head was full of the sex to come. I was so wet his fingers made slurping noises as he pushed them in and out of my cunt, his thumb rubbing my clit heightening my arousal. But as I might have known, just as I was about to come, we turned into the terminal area and Ken stopped afraid that someone might see us.
We checked the car through and were loaded onto the train. This was good; we were parked at the front of a carriage, so all that was in front of us were the metal roller doors. I had been worried that maybe there would be a car in front with curious kids who would look out the back window! So all I had to think about was the car behind ... And that just had two young men in it..who would probably be as turned on as I intended to be when the realised what was going on in the car in front!
The train started to move off and as we entered the tunnel I lent across and kissed Ken full on the lips, my tongue deep in his mouth. He responded likewise and I started to rub his cock through his trousers, feeling him grow stiff. 'Karen, stop, people will see' 'There's no one to see Ken, there's no one in front, and the car behind will just think we are being loving". Ken turned around then to look at the car behind. 'Those guys know what is going on Karen, look at them laughing, stop it'.
But I didn't stop; I started to undo his jeans buttons, now all that was between me and his dick was his underpants. 'No one can see Ken, it's alright'
In spite of his reluctance his cock was responding to me, growing bigger and harder as I rubbed it first through his pants and then slipping my hand inside to take his flesh in my hand. 'Karen stop, we mustn't' 'Why Ken, you know you want me, you know you want to feel my mouth around you, to feel me suck you, I know you do and you know I am very good at that.'
Before he could answer me I had sunk my mouth firmly around his prick, sucking him hard and taking him deep into my mouth, feeling and tasting him as the tip of his cock got wet and sticky. I felt his body respond to me, he was moving his hips so that his dick was moving in and out of my mouth, his hand reaching for my tits, his hand going up under my t shirt, under my bra, seeking out my nipples, taking the weight of my full breasts in his hands.
I lifted my skirt and climbed on top of him to sit across his lap, he pushed my thong aside so that he could access my wet and wanting pussy, and I pushed down on him, grinding my pussy onto his firm flesh. His hands again went under my t shirt, reaching for my tits, feeling the shape and size of them in his hands, one hand then straying to my clit which he began to rub gently at first then firmer and harder, causing my breath to come in short gasps as I neared orgasm. I could feel his dick deep inside me, swelling as I moved up and down on him, he thrusting back to meet me. 'Oh God, Ken, fuck me hard, harder, fuck me deep'
And then I saw it, the CCTV camera, just outside the car, pointing right at us, filming our lust and our sex. Too late to do anything about it, but should I stop Ken now? I figured what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, so I ground my pussy down on him even harder, wondering if the guys watching this were as turned on as I was!
'You dirty girl, you want to be fucked, you want everybody to see you being fucked, and I am going to fuck you so hard'. He moved his hands to my hips, taking me firmly in his hands, shoving me down harder onto him, making me moan with pleasure as my orgasm overtook me, my cunt gripping his cock tighter, making him groan and shudder as he came inside me.
Written by Belles Directory
