Parking

He says...

that it's my blog and I can do what I like with it, including writing or not, and vanilla or not. But... that said, he also says that he loves it and hopes that I continue with it.

And he says...

that I could write more about D/s than I do. He says that I could write about yesterday for example.

Yeah, he has a point. I think I focus on not having as much of it anymore, where I could/should focus on what I do have.

So ... okay.

Yesterday we had phone sex with me in my car.

Kind of sordid, kind of naughty. Definitely on the slutty side.

No privacy at my house yesterday, it was crawling with teenagers on summer vacation.

So I went out in my car and he called me.

I parked at a community centre, with a huge parking lot. The parking lot isn't empty but most of the people park near the building, rather than near the forest. But there are running and dog walking paths through the forest so some people park there sometimes. Anyway, it doesn't look "wrong" or suspicious.

So I parked. Opened my windows cause it was okay temperature wise to do that.

I was wearing a tankini and a fairly skimpy-on-the-top wrap around dress as a cover-up. He had me lift the dress above my breasts, pull the tankini top down enough to pull my tits out the top, and then drop the dress down again covering my tits.

So there's that period of exposure in the parking lot. There's no one there. But I have time to reflect on a couple of things:
a) should I really do it? Answer, yes of course. He wouldn't know if I didn't but, I'd know. And our relationship is all built on trust, right? And you know... the risk and the badness of it is hot for me. Which I don't really realize til later, but still.
b) I wonder if there are cameras in this parking lot and if so where they are and whether I'm in them, and whether anyone is watching and whether they'll run out and stop me and arrest me for public indecency or just call over a friend and watch him do me.
c) How long is he going to leave me exposed? Yesterday it was actually fairly brief. One day not long ago it was ages!

He pulls my top down and starts playing roughly with my tits. At this point my nipples are such a trigger for turning me on. I guess he has trained me that way, cause honestly they never really were before.

This time, while I was turning on, I was also thinking of wanting more. Wanting pain. I know that the masochist part is kind of crazy anyway. But imagine wanting him to put clamps on me in a parking lot. And... I did want that. It's been ages.

He knows I want it too. I've told him. He knows.

So I didn't ask again that day. It was pretty fast and furious, and of course I want him to just know that I want pain, without me asking. He likes to decide of course. But he also likes for me to ask for it. Whether he gives it or not.

So he plays with my tits, and eventually lets me squirm in my seat. I'm close to cumming just from this. Crazy huh? Who does this? Who can get that turned on just from phone sex in a car and touching their nipples?

But it's his voice. His orders. Him calling me names. Talking about what he's doing to me.

He makes me admit that I'm a whore, his whore. And that I need this, that I love it. Makes me tell him over and over again. His voice gets more demanding, his language gets cruder and rougher, and then, kind of unexpectedly, for me at least, he cums.

Which I freakin love. Even though it surprised me. It makes me feel desired. Pleasing. Which is everything, right?

And then after a slight pause while he figures out how to breathe again, he focuses back on me.

He allows me to rub my pussy through the bathing suit. Oh yesssss. It's awesome. And yet I want more. More More.

Eventually he lets me put my hands in my bathing suit and touch myself.

He tells me he's going to let me cum.

And I can't quite get there. I try and I try. I start to despair. I think for sure he will change his mind or lose interest or that we'll get interrupted before I can get there.

I'm sure he loves the insecurity of that. He loves how he has all the control and I have none. He loves that I don't really know the outcome.

Eventually, after much effort I manage to cum.

It's spectacular. Despite the sluttyness of the parking lot. Or perhaps because of it. I cum hard and pretty noisily, and then kind of sprawl there in my front seat and recover and look around and wonder about parking lot cams again.

A little sex. A little exhibitionism. A little D/s. A nice combination for us.