[I think Jenna has a Mazda story of her own, but since she won’t share it with me I’m going to share mine with you.]
The Mustang would have been more spacious, but I was in the midst of rebuilding the engine, so Dad’s little Mazda 323 hatchback would have to do for the night.
We had dinner, hung out with friends, and now I had to get K back home by midnight. We pulled up in front of her house. The porch light is on, but the rest of the lights are off. It’s 11:45. Are they asleep? Are they peeking out the window? Does her dad finally trust me?
We kiss. And kiss. My hand touches her thigh, slides up to her shorts. K unzips them, and I move my hand up and into her panties. She reaches over and feels my cock. I’m 18, and hard well before she touches me.
Suddenly she turns and climbs over to the driver’s seat, sliding her jean shorts and panties off in the process. I unzip and slide my jeans down, and slowly she slides her knees to the side and mounts my cock. She leans forward, I pull up her shirt, and she moans as I suck on her large nipple on her perfect D cup breast. Within minutes I’m spent.
She smiles, climbs back into the passenger seat, and puts her shorts back on. We kiss again, and as I move to grab her the curtains in her sister’s room move. “Time for me to go” she says. I kiss her one last time, and she’s off and to the door before I can slide my pants up.