Becoming The Slut

Deep breath, this is it. Months of secret texts and salacious skyping have culminated in this, a sixty mile drive to meet my internet lover. Fantasy is about to become reality and I’m scared shitless!

Glancing in my rearview mirror I see nothing but doubt staring back at me. My eyes are startled, glazed over like a rabbit caught in the headlights. In truth, that’s exactly how I feel. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m not sure I’ve even got it in me.

An inseparable blend of fear, guilt and excitement addle my brain marring concentration. That’s not a good when you’re driving. My car swerves on a misjudged a corner and the angry blast of a horn tells me I should take a break.

Pulling into the next lay-by I park and crank down the windows to get some air. The car’s air-conditioning has kept me cool but my throat is parched and there’s an acrid taste on my tongue. I sip from my water bottle, close my eyes and compose myself. I need to calm down. I’ve still some distance to drive.

The chosen rendezvous is a car park in a small market town. It’s geographically convenient and neither myself nor my lover have any connection to it. Being spotted there, together, shouldn’t incur consequences.

My hands tremble. I’m dreadfully nervous. I don’t know what to expect from this meeting but I’ve dreamed nightly about the possibilities; kissing, touching, stripping off for a slow fuck in the back of my car. I know the latter is unlikely, but my inner slut craves it.

The sun’s rays kiss my skin and a welcome breeze ruffles my hair. Inhaling deeply, I begin to relax. The fog in my brain lifts so I ready myself to carry on. I’m still lightheaded but time is precious, I need to get going.

I start the car but can’t move – another attack of nerves kicks in. Goose-bumps prickle my skin in spite of the July heat.

What am I doing?

I’m a wife and mother yet I’m on my way meet a man I barely know and my endgame is sex; cock in cunt fucking. I’m meeting a man who knows me as the slut I become online, the scorching harlot whose lewd promises and wicked acts bring him to climax. She’s a part of me, of course she is, but she inhabits the realms of fantasy.

Not today.

Tiny shivers ripple up and down my spine and my pussy tingles. I’m smouldering. My arousal’s stirred by the mere thought of his fingers stroking me, his mouth sucking my nipples, his cock penetrating me. I want to become the sinful whore I am on Skype. I want to give myself to my lover and feel the heat of skin-on-skin contact…but can I?

My heart pounds but the adrenaline surging through my veins is no longer fuelled by fear. Lust has taken over. Slowly exhaling, I will myself to expel all doubts and guilt. Once gone I’ll be free to relish the buzz of my naughty, secret liaison. Ahhh…

Taking another look in the mirror I can see a change in the reflection. The woman looking back now is a confident, seductive vixen with carefully painted lips and the smokiest eyes that shine with excitement. She’s no-longer the guilt-ridden housewife who parked in the layby: she’s my seductive alter ego and it’s time to set her free.

Time is ticking. I can almost hear its steady beat. Knowing I must go I resolutely drive back onto the road. The day is getting steadily hotter and mirages dance over the tarmac ahead, an unusual sight in Britain. My air-conditioning’s deployed again as I don’t want to arrive with sweat patches on my clothing and make-up running down my face.

My make-up and hair took ages to perfect – half an hour in front of a mirror at a service station with make-up and hair products filling the sink. I changed there too; a move which earned me some discerning looks.

The dress I’ve chosen flatters my curves. Made of midnight-blue silk it hugs my hips whilst a plunging neckline shows off my ample cleavage. The button-down front will provide easy access to the naughty underwear beneath and the skirt is short enough to reveal the lacy tops of my flesh coloured stockings.

My bra is ridiculously skimpy and made of my lover’s favourite semi-transparent white lace. Ordered on-line it’s fresh from the packaging with lace so stiff it tickles, stimulating nipples already hardened by the thought of being sucked. The matching panties barely cover my sex and the triangular crotch sticks to me as I drive, moistened by the juices I’m secreting.

Shiny black stilettos will complete the look. They nestle on the passenger seat beside me while practical ballet pumps adorn my feet. I look good, I know I do, and he will be blown away!

Life was unbearably dull before I “met” my lover. His interest in me breathed new life into a dowdy housewife, rekindling flames of passion long since extinguished. He made me feel desirable for the first time in years and saved me from the cold sterility of a failing marriage.

Now my heart skips a beat as I read a signpost announcing my destination. Sweat breaks out on my brow – is it the heat or just me? I can’t tell. Suddenly suffocated, I open my window to let in the rushing air. The cold blast quickly revives me but my sleek hairstyle is destroyed. Auburn hair flies everywhere, the carefully tamed locks reverting back to wild curls. Ah well, never mind.

The town centre is straight ahead and I can see the car park I’m looking for. It’s right there: no trawling around hopelessly lost, no apologetic phone call to say I can’t find it, no backing out. Is that fate? It feels like it…and he’s already there.

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I spot him immediately, pacing nervously at the entrance. I tap my horn as I approach and a warm smile greets me. I melt. He’s lovely. There’re no doubts now, I’m sure of what I want. I want him, I want sex, I want fulfilment.

I’m forced to park in the farthest corner of the sizable lot as the car park is heaving with barely any spaces free. People are milling around everywhere and there’s constant movement of vehicles. The reality of our highly public meeting place is a shock to the system. We’ll get precious little privacy.

“Relax, no-one here knows me,” I remind myself but my actions are going to be witnessed by someone, it’s inevitable, and even my ‘slut’ persona baulks at exhibitionism. “Here we go,” I breathe.

Smiling bravely, I smooth down my tousled hair, slip my stilettoes on, and step out into the sunshine. The searing midday rays beat down on me as I strike a pose for my approaching lover.

His smile widens. “You’re beautiful,” he declares, looking me up and down, “stunning.”

Those make my whole body tingle. “So are you.”

Stepping towards me he takes me into his arms, enveloping me in our first ever embrace. I’ve longed for this moment and dissolve into him, my face resting upon his broad shoulders. Heat radiates from his skin and my nostrils are filled with the intoxicating scent of testosterone.

“Oooohhhh…”

My breath escapes in a satisfied sigh as he takes my face in his hands and kisses me. The first kiss is tender; the second not so as physical contact ignites his hunger for carnal pleasures. His lips press down hard upon mine and his tongue probes my mouth.

Every nerve tingling with excitement, my hands wander inside his shirt. I feel the softness of his skin, the coarseness of his hair and the sticky sweat beading upon him. I crave the taste of his salty flesh and, as I’m here to be a slut, I don’t hold back. Breaking our kiss, I sink my lips into his neck and suck greedily. He’s delicious, every bit as mouth-watering as I’d imagined.

“Easy, no marks,” he breathes nervously.

“Sorry.”

No marks, of course. His words are a cold reminder that our rendezvous is illicit. My mask slips and guilt hammers at my conscience. It bangs loudly, threatening to overpower me, but I won’t let it. I’m determined to get what I came for.

“Shall we?” I purr opening the rear door of my car.

“Oh yes.”

My lover clambers onto the back seat, trousers already unbuckled. He settles back, frees his cock and strokes it expectantly.

Time is restricted, limited by alibis that will crumble if not rigidly kept. Foreplay is a luxury we can’t afford and, besides, I want the main course. My lover’s cock is magnificent – long, thick and purple with blood. I can’t wait to get my hands on it.

Quivering with excitement I dive into the car and throw myself upon him. God I fucking want him!

There’s precious little room in my car but we find a way to grope each other and fondle as much bare flesh as we dare expose. The buttons on my dress are soon undone, exposing my lace clad breasts.

“Oh Babe, that’s sexy,” he groans.

I knew he’d be impressed. Our bodies lock together and perspiration pours off us as the temperature rises. Key still in the ignition, I contemplate climbing over the seats to activate the air-conditioning but I can’t tear myself away from my lover, not even for a moment. Heat be dammed, all I care about is taking my fill of carnal delights.

The hot, musky scent of pre-cum fills my nostrils. How I’m missed that aroma, I’ve craved it. Heart hammering in my chest, I manoeuvre my body, wriggling downwards until I can suck his swollen cockhead into my scorching mouth.

Mmm…he tastes exquisite. His cock pulsates, the throbbing veins pressing against my tongue. I taste his skin, the flavour of soap faintly discernible amidst the sticky sweetness of pre-cum. The flavours drive me wild. Lips sealing around his tip I suck down hard, licking and slurping, my scorching body writhing.

Groans rumble in my lover’s throat. “Fuck, if you keep doing that I’m going to come.”

“Not yet,” I gasp releasing him.

It’s too soon. I want to feel him inside me, I’m desperate for it. Wriggling my ass I sit astride him, my dress hitched up round my waist. I want to slide my pussy down over that thick cock of his, feel the friction as it strokes my slick tunnel. I try to manoeuvre into position but can’t get close enough.

“Sweetheart, you need to…”

A finger is placed on my lips. “What’s the rush,” he asks. “We have time and I’d like to find out what you can do with your hands.”

Frustrated, I bite my lower lip.

“Please. Pretty please.”

I cave. I can’t resist his puppy dog eyes. Gripping his cock I stroke the shaft from root to tip.

“Ooooh, that’s wonderful,” he sighs. “You are one foxy little slut. Come here.”

Pulling me closer, his fingers reach for my longing sex. He strokes me, each touch sending ripples of pleasure racing through every fibre of my body. Hips gyrating uncontrollably, I grind against him. The intense stimulation is paradise and it increases tenfold when his fingers slip inside my panties and smoothly enter my hole.

“Ahhhhh, yeeesss!”

His fingers delve deeper, a third digit joining the two already teasing my tingling g-spot. The thrusting in my cunt becomes more vigorous, his fingers pounding me until the distinct twinges of a budding orgasm make me quiver.

I’m in heaven. I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect meeting – until movement beside my car abruptly shatters my delirium. Shit! I freeze. Voices, loud voices, a car door opening and a boot slamming. My blood runs cold; this isn’t my bedroom and it’s not a hotel. We’re in the back of my car in a public carpark on a busy Wednesday afternoon. We could get arrested!

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Panicked, I scramble to disengage from my lover and cover my private parts. I wait with baited breath as the car next to mine revs into life and pulls away.

My lover’s in hysterics. “That was close,” he chuckles.

I roll my eyes and titter. I can see the funny side, of course I can, but I’m also unnerved. I’m forced to admit that I’m not as brave as I’d like to be. I want sex, I crave it but I’m struggling to switch off from my public surroundings and all those eyes witnessing my adultery.

“You ok?” he asks, a hand lifting my chin.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I smile but my eyes say otherwise.

“No-one’s looking at us,” he tries to assure me.

“I know, but…”

“Can you finish me off?”

I can’t help giggling. His cock’s ready to explode and he looks in pain. It would be cruel to leave him in that state. Oh screw who’s watching! A devilish smirk licks my lips as I embrace my inner ‘slut’ and let her do her worst.

Twisting my body I squeeze into the foot well at my lover’s feet. It’s uncomfortable but gives me perfect access to that succulent cock without bobbing up and down above window height. Eyes gazing up at him I sink my lips over his glistening tip and devour him greedily.

My lover groans in ecstasy. Head thrown back he grips my hair and pushes me down, face fucking me hard. I gag as his cock strikes the back of my throat but I’m determined to keep sucking. He won’t last long and when he comes his delicious cream will flood my mouth. His body tenses, any moment now… God that’s so fucking good!

I swoon when I taste it; salty, sticky and hot. How I’ve missed that taste. I swallow it back, loving the way it slides smoothly down my throat. It’s pure ambrosia.

“Oh yes, Baby, yes…keep sucking, keep going.”

I do as instructed, sucking and slurping, devouring every drop of cum ’til my lover’s cock is squeaky clean.

“Oh Baby you’re so good.”

“My aim is to please,” I mew.

My lover releases his grip on me and strong hands ease me carefully back onto the seat. Arms wrap around me and I snuggle close whilst my lover recovers. I don’t let him rest for long. He’s had his release, I haven’t. My sex is still on fire.

“My turn?”

My eyes plead and a beaming smile answers me.

Wriggling out of my panties, I open my thighs in invitation. It’s quickly accepted and I’m plunged into a state of euphoria as my lover fingers me to an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The illicit nature of the meeting, the thrill of a new lover and the risks of fucking in a public location, all combine to produce an orgasm so powerful it takes every ounce of willpower to prevent myself from screaming. My jolting body rocks the car so even without the sound effects everyone in the vicinity knows what we’re doing – it’s fucking obvious!

For once, I don’t care. I’ve got what I came for – sex. It wasn’t full-on penetration but that can wait. I’m satisfied. My lover has melted the numbing chill of a dying marriage and ignited the flames of passion.

I crawl into his arms and close my eyes as I gradually come down. His embrace is tender, affectionate. I’d happily stay in his arms all day…but that’s not the deal.

“I have to go,” I whisper.

“Of course, me too. One more kiss?”

I shouldn’t allow it but I do. Our relationship is supposed to be about lust, not love, but I guess I’ve already conceded that it’s more complex than that. When our lips touch the kiss speaks not only of desire but of compassion and trust, emotions that take our affair beyond mere fucking.

Another car pulls into the empty space besides mine. Neither of us flinch this time. Easing apart we slowly dress, doing up buttons and smoothing down our sweat drenched clothing. It’s time to go. I don’t want to leave him but time punishes tardiness when deadlines need to be kept.

Throwing open the doors we escape from the sweltering car into the arms of the cooling breeze. Red in the face and sweating, we giggle and point at the state we’re in, but the sun soon dries our skin and the colour fades from our cheeks. I’ll wash and change on my way home. No doubt he will too.

One final kiss marks the end of our first illicit meeting.

“Time to go,” he breathes.

“Yes, time to go.”

“Until next time…”

Next time? My thoughts become rational for the first time that day. This isn’t the end. I never thought adultery would become a way of life for me, but in that moment, I know it might. I can be the wanton ‘slut’. I’ve proved it. Now I want more. The scorching flames must burn again.

Updated: December 20, 2016 — 7:00 PM

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