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February 9th, 2006

Parking Lot Sex

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Whenever I go on road trips I bring my work phone along. Sitting in my car I’ll do calls in all sorts of places-bookstore parking lots, grocery store or superstore parking lots, even while in transit if the cell signal is good. I have a noise reducing headset and a trucker antennae for my on the road setup.

A lot of my clients get turned on by the fact that I’m talking dirty out in public. Sure I’m in my car but if I’m demanding “take my dildo you little cockwhore” and there’s a group of people walking by-well that feels pretty exposed to me.

If I have a good signal and it’s a forced bisexual client I’ll do the call while en route. I’ll tell him how my husband’s right there and can hear every detail of his bi fantasy. The guy loves this and we usually end up discussing how exposed and turned on he feels because there’s an audience. Truth be told my husband usually zones out the chat because he’s focusing on driving.

There was a time I did a call in a grocery store parking lot in the late afternoon. DH went in to do the shopping while I talked to a slut in the car. This particular person liked mostly vanilla sex with a little bit of kink. I played his girlfriend and tied him down to the bed. He’s a moaner and likes to hear me moan along with him.

I match him, moan for moan, grunt for grunt. Our breaths and sighs fall into an increasing rhythm. He tells me “baby I’m gonna cum, do it with me” and we ooh and ahh loudly one last time. During this crescendo a couple walks up to their minivan parked next to the car. I try to moan quieter but the caller keeps telling me “come on baby, I want you to cum with me, let me hear you”. In an attempt at a compromise I cup my hand over the phone and my mouth to try to muffle my sounds. That works…but only a bit. The couple looks at me and realizing what I’m doing gives me disapproving scowls. Then they pretend I’m not there, obviously ignoring me while stowing their groceries.

Then they got into the front seats; the husband was driving. As he pulled out he looked over at me once more but didn’t scowl.

Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 9:15 PM CST

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