With a shy smile and flushed cheeks, she stepped out of the car. Her face was still glowing from the wild adventure she had just experienced. One hour earlier, she had gotten in without knowing what would happen — and I had no idea I had let the wrong woman into my car. Let me explain.
It all started three weeks ago. I placed a small ad on a website for people interested in bondage and BDSM. I was looking for a woman who wanted to explore whether a dominant/submissive dynamic might suit us. It was new to me, but I felt drawn to the dominant role and wanted to try it with someone who might lean more submissive.
Soon I was chatting with Emily. We agreed to meet at a bus stop in a quiet area outside town — a place neither of us knew well. She would be carrying a red shopping bag from the local supermarket and would arrive at a time when hardly any buses came.
Twenty minutes before the agreed time, I was already waiting in my car a short distance from the bus stop, where I could clearly see the shelter. It was lightly raining. Then I saw her: an attractive woman stepped into the bus shelter holding a red shopping bag.
I was excited and nervous, so I didn’t check the time properly. I started the engine, drove up to the stop, opened the door and said, “Quick, get in — the weather is awful.”
Without hesitation, she stepped inside. Before she could say anything, I drove off and immediately gave my first instructions:
“Don’t speak unless I ask you a question. When I give you an order, you follow it without hesitation.”
I glanced sideways to see her reaction. She looked at me with a shy little smile and nodded.
“If you hesitate or refuse, there will be consequences. Understood? Answer with yes or no.”
She nodded and softly said, “Yes.”
I drove out of town toward a quiet nature reserve. “Give me your panties,” I commanded, holding out my hand.
She immediately reached under her skirt, slipped off her little thong, and placed it in my hand with an embarrassed look. I brought it to my nose and inhaled. God, what an amazing scent.
“Your bra too,” I said. She took that off quickly as well and handed it over.
I pulled into a small parking spot just off the road and stopped the car. It had stopped raining. I got out, walked around, opened her door, and helped her out.
I immediately turned her around so her back was against me and pulled her close. I wanted to feel what I had in my hands. She let out a soft moan as I caressed her breasts and nipples through the fabric of her dress. When I pinched her hardening nipples a little harder, she gave a small protesting whimper.
I slid one hand lower while gently kicking her feet apart until she stood almost spread-legged between me and the car. My hand moved down until it found her mound through her dress. Her moaning grew louder even though I kept playing firmly with her nipples.
I stepped to the side and slipped one hand under the back of her dress. My right hand filled with her firm, soft bottom while my left hand moved to the front and discovered a neatly trimmed pussy. I gave her ass a firm smack. The impact pushed her hips forward, pressing my fingers between her wet folds.
She was soaking wet. I gave her ass a few more hard spanks while my fingers worked between her legs, bringing her closer and closer — but right before she could finish, I stopped.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered.
She clearly didn’t want to stop, so I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward a bench a little further into the woods. I sat down and pulled her over my lap. I flipped up her dress, bared her bottom, and started spanking her properly. With every smack her cheeks grew redder and her moans became louder.
“Spread your legs,” I told her. She obeyed immediately. She probably expected me to touch her, but instead I started lightly slapping her pussy. At first gently, then harder. After a firm smack I would gently stroke her swollen clit, then smack again.
Then I told her to kneel in front of me. She obeyed right away. When she looked up at me questioningly, I nodded toward the bulge in my pants. That was all the encouragement she needed. She eagerly opened my trousers, freed my hard cock, and immediately took it into her mouth.
Wow — she went at it with real enthusiasm. I grabbed her hair and slowed her down because I wanted to enjoy every second. She let my cock slip from her mouth, looked at me with lust-filled eyes, and started licking and sucking my balls.
I pulled her up, had her kneel on the bench with her legs wide apart, gave her ass another firm smack, and thrust my cock deep inside her dripping pussy in one smooth motion. One hand played with her nipples while the other rubbed and lightly slapped her clit. I came hard inside her with an intense orgasm.
She looked disappointed when she saw my softening cock. She clearly hadn’t come yet and was still very worked up. “Lick me clean and get me hard again,” I told her. “Then you can ride me until you come.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. She went to work enthusiastically and soon had me fully hard again. I sat on the bench and she climbed on top, facing away from me. She rode me hard, legs spread wide, while touching herself. I could feel her pussy squeezing me tighter and faster.
“Turn around,” I ordered. She shifted so we were face to face. I could see pure pleasure on her face. Her movements became wilder and wilder. Right as I exploded inside her again, she came hard too — shaking uncontrollably, her inner muscles squeezing me dry. My cum dripped down her thighs.
She grabbed some tissues, gently cleaned me first, then herself. She kept her eyes on the ground the whole time.
We walked back to the car in silence and got in.
“Could you please drop me off at the bus station?” she asked quietly. “I can still catch the train to work.”
“Of course, Sophie,” I replied.
“My name is actually Laura,” she said softly.
Shit, I thought. Emily is probably still waiting at the bus stop.
I drove her to the station in town. With a shy smile and red cheeks from the adventure, she stepped out of the car.
“Shall we do this again sometime?” I asked with a playful wink.
“Yes, please,” she answered and gave me her phone number. Then she quickly disappeared into the station.
Just then a bus arrived. A woman stepped out carrying a red supermarket bag and looking quite annoyed. I never asked if it was Emily… but it probably was.
Haha.
