Mr. WilderBeast / Done Off With the Youngin's

He was a cute, young thang. Literally. In the back of my mind I thought that I was truly getting tired of these youngin’s but couldn’t stop attracting them to save my life. I made him take me to see Sex & The City 2. The movie was cool, not better than part 1 in my opinion. But it wasn’t bad.

After the movie we had a lot of jokes and fooled around with each other. He wanted to go to a hotel. I wanted to fuck in the car. Who do you think won that argument? In all honesty, I just wanted to fuck. I didn’t even want to make out. TOTALLY not me, because as you all know…I LOVE to kiss. Granted, he did have a juicy set of lips so perhaps…

We ended up parking underneath a tree around my way on a fairly deserted strip. It was around 1:30am so I didn’t anticipate any problems.

I can’t quite remember how he got from the drivers’ seat into the passenger seat and how I ended up on top of him IN that seat but there we both were. I leaned in for the kiss remembering that I felt mighty awkward but I still went for it. (This should have been my sign to go home) His lips felt like pillows. Gratifying, fluffy, and comfortable. He pecked my lips with his and since I didn’t feel an immediate body response to his lips I went in for the lower lip only thinking about myself at this point. His bottom lip was juicy enough to fill my mouth so I sucked on it gently, allowing my tongue to graze the outer rim. Gently nibbling my way side to side on his lip I felt my pussy began to throb. If he couldn’t do it for me I certainly knew how to do it for myself. He was trying to kiss me back and I wasn’t feeling it so I went in to suck on his tongue. And suck I did. I allowed my entire body to move up and down with the movements of my mouth around his tongue. I began to moan in his mouth and my pussy started to leak. I wanted the dick.

STAT.

Through my horny haze I muttered an indescribable “Get in the back.” It seemed as if my legs had gotten longer or the car had shrunk as I had the most difficult time getting back there but had finally managed to.

One of the things I hated about his car was that his windows weren’t tinted. I can’t remember the last time I’d been in a car without tints but the fact that they were non-existent blew mine from day one. I feel as if they provide at least a bit of privacy, but I digress.

I had managed to crawl out of my thong, tossing them somewhere in the car along with my top and bra while he came out of his t-shirt. I laid back against the seat, fingering my bar accessory, panting, waiting for him to do something…ANYTHING.

He pulled his pants down to knee level and exposed the Jolly Rancher. From the dim, lighting he didn’t look too bad but I was more concerned about getting it IN me than anything else. He’d extracted a condom from the dash, put it on and FINALLY got situated. I still fingered my bar as he began to enter, as he continued as he slid in. He put an arm under and around my waist pulling my hips all the way up causing him to fill my pussy up. I could not deny that he felt good. He wasn't the longest, but he was medium fat if you know what I mean. Wrapping my arms around his neck I started to completely zone out…

That is, until I heard something.

I snapped out of my zone to pay attention. There was some kind of growling going on. I started to wonder if a loose dog was staring into the window thinking I was being hurt or something. My ears perked up as I continued to listen while he stroked inside of me with conviction.

I heard the growling again…and this time…it was directly into my left ear.

*blinkblink*

WTF?!

This dude was picking up speed and growling like a fucking jungle wolf.

“Grrrr GRRRRRR GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.”

I started getting a growl for each stroke. I was instantly turned off. Did he not hear himself? Did he even know he was doing it? Fuck this. I slid out of his grasp and pushed him down on the seat so I can hop on. I figured that: 1 – I was still going to get my nut off and 2 – if I was doing the work maybe he’d stop with the wilderbeast soundtrack.

As I situated myself on top of him facing the back window I saw a car ride by and slow up to make a u-turn. As the car came up on our side, I realized it was a patrol car. Fucking cops. Shit. I hopped off and laid low in the seat shrieking “The cops are here!” while trying to find my clothes. Why I would take off my top AND bra in the back seat of a car was BEYOND me. As he frantically tried to pull his jeans up and find his t-shirt, I heard the car pull up alongside us. Muttering obscenities to myself, I wondered why I just didn’t go to a hotel. I was freaking out because I had yet to find my clothes and I was laying there naked with police officers talking to him through the back window that was half way open –

THAT HAD NO TINTS.

“You have GOT to be kidding me right now!” is what came from the patrol car.

"Umm, No sir, I’m not" he'd said as he struggled to put his tee on.

“Get your clothes on and get out of the car with your ID…AND HURRY UP!!!”

Meanwhile, I had managed to find my top and was completely baffled as to why it was not agreeing with me by going over my head nice and smoothly. It ended up being put on backwards and my hair was a mess.

“Miss, I’m gonna need you to get out of the car with your ID as well.”

“Not a problem, I’m coming out now.”

I reached into the front seat to get my ID out of my wallet and smoothed my hair down while getting out of the car. I know I looked a hot-assed mess. I walked around the car muttering “fuck my life.”

The patrol car had that bright white light on and I felt like I was in the scene at the end of Set it Off when Frankie gets caught.

The cop looked at his ID and said “How old are you twenty-two? Twenty-three?”

He opened his mouth to say the latter but he cut him off and yelled “But you still old enough to know better!!! There are plenty of hotels around here!” He then went off into this tirade about there are crazy people that could’ve just walked up to the car and tried to hurt us yadda yadda yadda. Meanwhile, youngin’ is in the background shouting at me that he TOLD me we should’ve went to a hotel.

“Can I see your ID Miss?”

This is where the jokes keep going. I already KNEW what he was going to say.

I handed it to him through the passenger side window over his partner, a woman – who was disdainfully shaking her head at me. He looked at my ID and gasped.

*insert The Joker's voice here* And HEEEREEE WE GO.

"You are thirty-one?! YOU should know better!!!"

He shook his head at me. I struggled to keep the grin off of my face. I was so embarrassed that I didn’t know what else to do BUT grin. Cop1 looked at me and shook his head. After a few moments he'd said:

“Do better.”

He handed me my ID, rolled up the window and drove off.

I was grateful I wasn’t given a summons for the fact that I’d gotten caught getting it on in the backseat of a car. However, the statement “do better” kind of brought me down. It was a strong statement that I’m sure meant stop raping these young ass dudes and find a hotel in the future. I began to zone out as I walked back around the side of the car scowling as I looked at the clear windows. I heard him briefly in the background laughing uncontrollably as we got in the car and headed to drop me home.

I thought to myself that I was finally done with younger dudes and wondered if he had been older would I have even thought to blaze in the car. Nevertheless, I knew I would never fuck him again and began erasing the memory of it all as I got out the car and walked into my building, totally forgetting that my favorite bra was stuck somewhere in the back seat but realizing that after all of that I didn't even get to get my nut off.

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Ironically being the day after "LeBron Day," I felt this pic was most befitting.



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