BBW Fantasy – Parking In The Park Part Three

She pushed herself back up and pushed against him. The angle forced his cock from her warm, wet cunt. She had come again and he was ready to nut. She rolled around on the back seat so he could get in the car. He laid back (his feet and knees still out the door. She swung her ample, broad hips and thighs over his and dropped down on him. Her tits hung low and heavy above his face as she leaned in to avoid hitting her head against the roof of the car.

She raised and lowered herself as much as she could. The clothing, confines, and raised awareness of them being in public became a concern. Louise was insisting that Luke’s cock was perfect, she yelled her pleasure, the married, grandmother felt like a young, vital woman again. She was lost in the moment and screaming around his cock. For his part – Luke saw the three people who were twenty feet away watching these two fuck. He didn’t dare tell her. He was afraid she’d stop and he wanted to put one orgasm against her four.

He bucked up. Her hair had come undone. Her head thumped against the roof, repeatedly. Her dress was around her waist but was turned around. Her bra still hidden under her big tits and large, round nipples. Her perfume smells mingled with his sweat, her pussy juices, and the peppermint, coffee, wine, and roses.

He was ready to cum. He spun her around on his cock and pulled her shoulders back. Her ass was pressed hard against his cock and her knees came up in the air. He put his knees under hers to get leverage and kept thrusting in to her pussy. She barked that he was a “mother fucker” and she urged him to fill her up with his cum.

But Luke realized something . . . this was her anniversary. Her husband was waiting. He might, well, intend to enjoy her body that night and she – based on what she was wearing – was clearly open to sucking and fucking the man she’d made a life with. He had enjoyed her body enough – to fill her with cum might be too much and would not end well.

He pushed her, just so, and his cock popped out. He reached over her thigh, grabbed his prick and jerked four, long, hard jerks. His cum sprayed through the air and landed on her hosed thighs. He came what felt like buckets of white, warm strands of ball butter. She cooed for him. She laid on his belly and reached to her thigh. She wiped her thumb in the pool of his cum, brought it to her lips, and licked it clean. She repeated it. She stroked his softening cock with her other hand. She thanked him. She started to roll off him.

It was at this point she noticed they were being watched. She laughed and covered her tits with her hands. She yelled out “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.” Luke laughed, too. Nothing more that could be done.

She got off him. She straightened her dress and put her tits back in their lacy cups. She pulled her panties back over her gash and fixed her garters, hose, and dress. She found an earring that had come off in the chaos and put in back in her lobe. Meanwhile Luke had pulled up his pants to conceal his spent pecker. He straightened his clothes and thanked her. He tried to kiss her. She refused him, “I’m a married woman,” she teased.

He nodded and crawled out the door. She closed it behind him, fixed herself and sat down. She reapplied perfume and fixed her hair as best she could. He got in the car, put the car in reverse, and drove off to the restaurant.

They arrived at the restaurant three minutes early. Mike was waiting on the curb. Luke got out of the car (Mike smiled, confused by the bigger car but appreciating the gesture) and shook the “chauffeur’s” hand. Louise emerged from the car with a broad smile and arms full of roses and an empty wine bottle. She, too, “thanked” the driver with words and a wink.

Luke tipped his cap and wished them both a lovely evening. He offered to wait to drive them home. Mike demurred and clarified “We have a hotel room for the night. We plan to celebrate our love.”

Luke smiled and bid them adieu.