The Crush! Episode 2

Our time between letters was like extended foreplay. I began thinking about her constantly, even during work. Oft-times finding myself having an erection even during our weekly staff meetings when they grew too boring to sit listening too. I had even begun to find myself becoming aroused the moment I stepped from my car heading into the gym, checking first the message box hoping that a letter from ‘S.A.' would be there waiting for me.

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"Dear Usman, I won't do this again, so don't waste your time looking about for me. But last time at the gym, I had parked my car adjacent to yours. I was a little surprised at myself for doing what I did, as I assure you...it is not something I would normally dare do, or have ever done before.

But shortly before you left, I returned to my car climbing into the back seat, ensuring I had blanket with me so as to hide beneath it when you came out of the building before driving home. As I sat there waiting for you to finish your workout, I had purposely refrained from putting my panties back on, still wearing the skirt I had worn at the office, along with a lose fitting blouse that I could easily pull up above my bra-less breasts.

As I sat, I imagined sitting next to you there in your car, feeling much like a young teenage girl all over again. I imagined unzipping your fly, my hand worming its way into your pants until withdrawing that magnificent stiff prick of yours.

While people all around us came and went in and out of the gym, I continued to imagine playing with you, feeling your cock expand, your pre-cum leaking from the tip of your prick. I sat, fingering my pussy, running the tip of one finger over my clit as I spread myself obscenely with my other hand.

The excitement of doing this, knowing that any moment you might emerge from the building became a naughty contest of sorts. I wanted to reach the point of climax the moment I saw you, experiencing orgasm even as you crossed the parking lot heading towards your car, mere feet away from where it was that I was hiding. As though on cue, you did. And I did. As I watched you approaching, I twirled my sensitive clit-nub rapidly with my finger, feeling the sweet ecstasy of my orgasm washing over me even as you reached your car climbing in. Surprisingly, I didn't pull the blanket over me to hide, though admittedly sinking further down into the backseat, the chances of you spotting me remote, but nevertheless very real. Even as you drove away, I lingered momentarily basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, thinking of you. Affectionately, “S.A."

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"Dearest S.A., words fail me as to how excited I found myself after reading your last. I too drove home this evening after my workout, deciding as I did to remove my prick, imagining you sitting next to me playing with it as I drove along.

I continued to carefully monitor the traffic about me, just as I would if you were really doing it for me. By the time I pulled into my garage, I was too worked up to even head inside the house. I fantasized about you leaning over, sucking my cock into your mouth even as the garage door closed, privately shutting us in.

It was an interesting sensation to fully remove my pants, shorts, shoes and socks there inside the car. I continued on with the fantasy, playing with my prick, forming an oval with my fingers as though it were your mouth sliding over the blood engorged head of my prick.

I then saw you pulling up the blouse you were wearing over your breasts. I saw myself leaning over to lick and suck them, feeling your nipples grow hard even as my tongue flicked back and forth, alternating between them. When neither of us could stand it any more, you stepped out of the car, your skirt falling down around your ankles where I then spun you about, your hands resting to balance yourself on the hood of the car. From behind, I teased the opening of your pussy with my cock, my hands caressing your sides, kneading the soft pliant flesh of your breasts.

Only when you couldn't stand it any more, did I finally ease my hard stiff prick deep into the moist heated recess of your cunt. Sliding into you ever so slowly, I eventually buried my prick completely inside you, where we both stood unmoving, merely feeling and enjoying the sensation of finally coming together.

For a good long time, I stood behind you this way, kissing your neck, biting your flesh, hands and fingers running up and down your back as well as playfully kneading the soft tender flesh of your ass. Eventually we began to move, my prick sliding in and out of that velveteen cunt until you began thrusting yourself back against me, your pussy now clenching at my prick, sucking it like a thousand hungry mouths until we at last came together.

I could feel my sperm filling your pussy, felt your juice pouring out of your pussy, running down between your legs, carrying with it the overflow of my own juices as our simultaneous orgasm continued to play itself out in the privacy of my garage.

I didn't even bother cleaning up the mess I had made, enjoying the naughty, somewhat dirty sensation of heading inside the house, my prick still reasonably hard with cum dribbling from it even as I walked upstairs towards my bedroom. I am in hopes that this letter arouses you as much as the fantasy, as well as the writing of it now has done for me. I am off to once again stroke myself off, thinking of you. Amorously yours, Usman."

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