Back to the present past: he untangles her panties from her ankles and draws himself up, inspecting her. His eyes are smoldering slits. His attention darts from her heavy breasts to her inviting triangle, back and forth, never looking at her face. She realizes that she's once again the only one fully naked in the car.

If someone should come upon them...another past memory: he's pounding his dick into her, the windows of the car open to the summer night air. Suddenly a light blinds her. Confusion and a chill as he jumps off her. The beam of light travels down her body, pausing on her heaving breasts, sliding down to her sex as inevitably as a bee to a flower. Her eyes have trouble adjusting. The light fills the car, yet the beam is focused on her wet pussy, sweat and her juices gleaming like dew drops. One arm is twisted and trapped beneath her, so she uses her other to cover her crotch. The flashlight shifts to her breasts, still rapidly rising and falling as her body responds to the danger. She notices Steve has managed to pull up his pants and even button the fly. She can only remain exposed, though, through the lecture on the evils of parking in private parking lots, even if the condos are nowhere near completion.

In the present past: she feels exposed and vulnerable to discovery again, but the thought excites her. It's been a favorite fantasy for many months now. She looks down to see that Steve has released his cock from his briefs. It sways slowly, engorged and seeking a new home. As he plunges it home, I share a feeling of fullness and bliss, the aggregate of this and several other penetrations. His strokes, while hard and filling, do not create an altogether overwhelming feeling. She closes her eyes and listens to his various grunts and groans. His pace picks up and she murmurs to him, urging him on, if only to end this a little more quickly. "Yes, yes, yes!" she cries to him, feeling only the vague stirrings of passion.

It's over as quickly as it began. He stiffens into a macabre rictus, the cords in his neck standing out like train tracks across the delta. His moans reverberate in the small space as he bangs her once, twice, again, each thrust accompanied by a spasm that adds to the wetness between her legs. The musky odor of his cum permeates the air; the smell of sex is so strong it almost makes her eyes water. Suddenly she's left feeling empty as he withdraws. A quick kiss on the lips and a murmured "That was great, babe," are the only acknowledgements she receives. Her heart feels hollow. She's lost her way...

I left the thread then, feeling excited and somewhat forlorn. So excited, in fact, that I had to wait several minutes for my hard-on to subside. I left in the opposite direction, not even risking a glance in her direction, afraid she might see in my eyes the intimacies we had shared. Besides, I had work to do.