A Solo Date and a Dirty Parking Lot Blow Job

It always seems to start with a text. This time, he was at work and I was riding shot gun with my little sister, speeding past rows of pines on a monotonously flat Georgia highway to the city by the sea. We were on our way to a family wedding.

He’d taken our sexy friend out to lunch, and although it was completely innocent, it was their first solo date. I was happy for him, for them both, and when he told me about it later, I knew that it was right. He’d really enjoyed himself, and she needed someone to talk to. They have recently been discussing a light contract, just a fraction of what he and I have, and she wanted to add some items to it that would help her reach some of her goals. They also talked about some of the events we attend each month. She’s always been kinky leaning but hasn’t fully jumped into the kink community and was really curious about what the play parties are like. He invited her to go with him to the event that evening. He sent me a text to make sure it was okay that he’d asked her without checking with me first.

The boundaries we have laid out are pretty clear; we do everything together. When I read the text, I felt the telltale quiver between my legs. I quickly took inventory of my feelings. Did I feel any anger or jealousy? Did my heart hurt? Did hot tears threaten to pour from my eyes? Nope. Just the opposite. I was excited. I was turned on. I was, unfortunately, sitting in a car next to my sister. This would turn out to be the theme for the entire weekend. He’s two states away, and I’m horny and surrounded by family, unable to quench my growing thirst.

I told him to be good, the smiling angel face emoji punctuated the end of my text. We both know what that emoji means to us, and it isn’t always about good behavior.

It turned out she wasn’t able to go to the event with him, and I was surprisingly disappointed. The high that I’d gotten from fantasizing about them together without me diminished, but not for long. Our other sexy friend was attending the event for the first time that night.

I should note: We see both of these girls regularly and we have clear limits laid out with each of them, so a blow job is definitely on the table if everyone involved is consenting.

I got busy with my family for a few hours and forgot all about our naughty little fantasy. It was late in the night before I even thought of it again. I was at a bar with my sisters and our friends, and the night was beginning to fizzle out earlier than expected. Everyone was tired and a little too sober to make any bad decisions. We were finishing our last drink when That Song came on. I don’t even remember what song it was, but we all shimmied out of our cozy nook to go dancing. I don’t dance in public (if you ever see me dance, you’ll know why), so I sat off to the side and took photos and sipped whiskey. That Song is all it took to get the party going, and we were all red faced and smiling within a half hour. Emboldened by booze and good company, I sent him a text, joking.

Is your dick wet yet?

Not yet.

His answer had me wondering. Did he speak with her about it? Did she consent? Was a plan in place? Or was he just playing along with the fantasy? I peppered him with questions that were left unanswered. Forty five minutes later, I got a text telling me that the quality wasn’t great. My heart leapt. I knew he was talking about a video. I ran to the bathroom in the bar and opened my messages, searching for the video. It wasn’t there. I asked him to send it again, but cell service was bad and the video wouldn’t load.

Tell me. I want to hear you say it. Fuck, I’m so turned on right now!

You want to hear that she blew me in the back of my truck?

Yes, I did want to hear that. I wanted to see it. I wanted to be anywhere other than a dirty bar bathroom so I could stick my hands down into my panties and finally get off, to sate the need that had been simmering all day. It was another thirty minutes before we got back to our apartment, the slow pedicab hit every bump along the way jolting my cunt against the seat, the warm sticky air did nothing to cool the heat building up inside me. As soon as we crept through the front door, our voices hushed so we wouldn’t wake up our sleeping family members, I excused myself to my bedroom and pulled up the video that had finally loaded.

It was everything I’d wanted and imagined. I could hardly see a thing, the bad parking lot lighting highlighted her silky hair every so often as she bobbed on his cock, but I could hear every little sound. She giggled trying to fit down between the seats, she slurped on his cock, gagging and catching her breath as he bottomed out in her throat. I could hear her moan every so often and pictured her trying to fit her own hand between her legs. He was loud, cursing through his teeth, breathing heavily, encouraging her to continue. Don’t stop, yes right there. When he came, he grunted so loudly, I’m sure someone in the parking lot would have heard him.

I watched it over and over, just like he said I would. I reached down to find my clit, circling and pressing, swirling my cunt juices over it.

My phone pinged.

Show me how wet him pulling my hair and putting his cock in my mouth made you.

I groaned. She knows how to press my buttons. She knows I like it when she tells me what to do, the subtle intricacies of our dynamic playing out perfectly. The video I sent her was crude, a close-up view of my cunt, my desperate fingers trying to find relief. Unfortunately, I wasn’t to get any that night. A knock at my door had me quickly scrambling to cover up and close my slutty legs, and I was forced to get back to my family, to be the good girl once more. Not the girl who gets late night videos of her Hus-Dom getting his cock sucked by another woman and likes it.

He came down for the wedding on Saturday, but we didn’t get a chance to talk about it. All of the imagined details swirled around in my head. Every time we had a second alone, I would pester him for bits and pieces. He just smiled coyly and ignored me, prodding me to get back to the wedding and my family.

It was Sunday evening when we finally sat down to talk about everything. We started with his lunch date. What did you talk about? What did you decide about your contract? What did you eat? Did you kiss? Then we moved to his evening at the event. Who was there? Did she scene with anyone? Was it obvious to our other friends that y’all had a connection? Did anyone see you go out to the parking lot together? Did you get right to the blow job or did you make out first? Did you give her a good night kiss? Every answer he gave made me happy and excited, for him, for both of our sexy friends and for myself. Being that we hadn’t discussed solo dating previously, and any sort of solo sex was off limits prior to our text exchange, our first foray into a more open relationship was very successful. We broke past our boundaries in our own way, as we often do, and now that the boundary has been breached, our minds have opened to more possibilities.

We are going to take it slow, but we did discuss more solo dates and other activities in the future. He has given me permission to date other women without him, and he will continue to see our two friends without me on occasion. It’s a delicate situation, one that we will have to explore carefully, but as long as we are open and honest, we should have some exciting new experiences!