I’d been seeing one of the guys who worked at the same pub a..

I’d been seeing one of the guys who worked at the same pub as me for a few months now, we’d fooled around a bit but nothing too heavy as there was never much time to full appreciate each other. He used to drive me home at the end of my shift. Often it meant he had to wait for me as I usually finished after him. I’d have enough of not being able to spend any time with him besides at work, so I suggested that he picked me up one lunchtime and we could hang out together. Naturally he enjoyed the idea. We drove down to the beach, parked up and started chatting. Recalling the many times that he’d pulled me into a corner of the pub and pressing his body against mine as our lips met, I could feel his dick nice and firm against my thigh. It would have been so easy to slide my hand down his body and into the top of his pants. There never felt like there was enough time to thoroughly enjoy ourselves. When I told him how many times I’d thought about being able to hold his shaft and stroke it he told me now was a great opportunity. I wasn’t sure, we were in the car in a public area, albeit it was very quiet. I was not so forward back then that I would just rub him whilst he sat in the drivers seat but I was so tempted. He kept watching me, I knew what he was thinking. He wanted more than my hand on his cock. We’d texted a lot, sharing the various things we wanted to do with each other. Whilst I had wanked guys off at the local park, I’d never had the bravery to go all the way but with this guy it seemed to fit and I wanted to but here, in the car? Now? Both of us shifted in our seats slightly, my skirt rode up my thigh. I looked at myself and knew I was going to do it. My hands run up each thigh to the waist band of my panties. Gripping hold of each side I pulled them off. Left them on the dashboard, kicked off my shoes and told him that I wanted him. It didn’t take him long to pop his dick out of his trousers and begin to rub it to hardness, he took my hand and placed it on him. Wrapped it round his shaft and wanked himself with my hand. I lifted one leg up and trickily straddled him in the car, my back against the steering wheel. He spat on his hand and coated his cock so it was nice and slippy, positioned the tip against my hole, looked at me and asked if I was sure about this. There was no going back so I nodded at him as he passed against me, the very head entering me. His hands then slipping to my ass and pulling me down on to him, ever so slowly. All the time watching my face. It was like nothing I’d felt before. Slight pain but pleasure at the same time. Once he had pressed all the way into me, he began to rock me back and forth. I could feel the slickness of my pussy. This was the beginning of a slippery slope, I knew I was going to be hooked on sex. We’d established a good rhythm and it was starting to feel really good. All of a sudden we could hear voices, we’d made an effort to park in a slightly overgrown part of the beach and thought we wouldn’t be seen but as it turned out there was a foot path by that area and two older ladies had walked by, I heard them from the window about us being parked there and how we shouldn’t be. They were not talking to us but certainly looking in the window, saying they couldn’t see in as it had that fancy glass. They then wandered off and continued on their walk. Laughing together we were not sure what to do, so I slid off him and we continued to talk, making plans to do this again but somewhere were we wouldn’t be disturbed. The pub we worked in also had rooms, we knew the landlord would be away in a few weeks so we could take advantage of that fact!