Deserted Industrial Park

It has been three months since I had fucked Tracy on her patio. She has since sold the house and moved. I happen to see that Tracy will be emceeing a charity marathone event on saturday. Tracy is a hot sexy tall forty year old woman. She is wearing tight fitting jeans with heels and a low cut blouse. I walk up behind her, ” Tell me what you want.” I growl the words as Tracy turns her head to look into my eyes, My hands gripping her hips tightly as I hold her against the car. She shivers from the sound of my voice, suddenly feeling tongue-tied as her mouth hangs open. I push my body hard aganist her without waiting for an answer. I repeat ” Tell me… what you want… and DON’T make me say it again, Tracy.”

I pull away from her then turn her around to face me. We both grin at each other, and our eyes hold each other’s gaze longer than normal. I can tell Tracy reads my signal and is open to play. Tracy looking out the window for a moment and then catchs a whiff of my cologne. ” God, you smell good. You’re wearing my favorite scent and the woodsy, musky aroma is making me wet.” She says. ” You look so sexy today.” I reply. Tracy says ” I can’t take another minute of smelling you without making a move.”
” You know, I’m wearing black thigh-highs you like so much,” She innocently states, unzipping and sliding her jeans down so I can inspect them. I raise my eyebrow and look at her eyes as they slowly crawl up her long legs. She keeps sliding the jeans down until the lacey tops of the stockings are exposed making a sharp contrast against her creamy thighs.

” I guess it was worth surprising you today.” I say, shifting my eyes back to the road, smirking, and making her work harder. Her pussy is already dripping for me, and her heart is starting to beat faster. She moves her seat back and raises her right leg to the dash and begins again: ” I think I might have a run in this one, though. Do you see anything?” She questions as I look at it. Also showing me the black g-string covering her shaved pussy as we speed down the highway. ” I don’t see anything, but I need to keep my eyes on the road,” I say, trying to hide my grin. She hates it when I don’t give in easily. Tracy leaves her leg on the dash, turns her head to look back out the window, and lets out a little sigh. Suddenly she gasps in midsentence as my hand plunges between her thighs. She squirms in the seat, moaning as my fingers roughly spread her lips and quickly invades her pussy. ” Oooooooh..Ooooooh.Mmmmmmmm.” I quickly thrust two fingers inside her. Tracy cries out, ” OMG…AAAAAH…AAAAAH.” wincing a bit in pain. Before she knows it, her body is responding to my assault.

Tracy slides down into the seat to give me better access, which I swiftly use to shove three fingers deep inside her wet pussy. She is entranced, and she completely forgets that there are cars around us. ” Mmmmm. Yes, Baby. Oooohhh…” She whispers as she writhes in her leather seat. ” Do you like that?” I question, as she looks beyond me and out the window. ” Yeeeeeeeeeees, yes, yes,” She breathlessly says, starting to massage her breasts. ” How about this?” and in one swift motion I wrap her g-string around my fingers and pull hard causing her to shout out in pain as it rubs between her unexpecting pussy lips and ass. ” OOOOWWWW!!” She cries as I laugh and keep a firm grip on the string, rubbing it back and forth. Fire is flashing in her eyes when they meet mine.

” Tell me you belong to me Tracy.” I say, my dark eyes mesmerizing her as they always do. ” I am yours.” She whispers, trying to position herself away from the pain while also teasing her clit on the tight string. The string scratches her clit and she rolls her eyes, ” Oh, I am yours.” She trails off while starting to enjoy the sensation. ” LOUDER!” I command and pull the string hard, snapping her to attention. ” I AM YOURS!” She yells surprisingly loud. ” That’s better,” I say. She is still rubbing against the tight cord as I let it slip from my fingers and a disappointed sigh escapes her lips. Tracy turns to me, looking, and waiting. Her tongue traces the outside of her lips. ” What do you want?” I ask, even though I already know the answer. ” Tell me.” ” I want to suck your cock,” She states while she wriggles in her seat. ” Beg me,” I respond bluntly, almost coldly. ” May I please go down on you? I want to taste you so bad,” any teasing is gone from her voice and it has been replaced with pure pleading.

I look in the rearview mirror and notice a red car following behind at a distance; it is the only car around us. I take one hand from the wheel and unzip my pants, my fully erect 9″ cock springs out. Tracy is reminded of just how much she loves the fact that don’t wear underwear.