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“W hat’s your name?”
“Joe,” he replied with a nervous swallow.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out the small box of condoms, tossing them idly onto the dashboard and sliding a little closer to him. He was nervous, and she didn’t have time to put him at ease.
“What’s yours?” he asked, his voice croaking.
Chloe didn’t want to answer that, and so she stroked her hand up the inside of his thigh, making sure that she tickled her thumb against the trapped swell of his balls.
Even in the dark, she could see he was starting to warm up down there.
He leaned over, with a deep breath, and tried to kiss her. She baulked, and pulled his head to the nook of her neck instead.
No kissing, not this time, she was determined.
Chloe was a little irked that he’d clearly lied about his experience at this on his app profile. This was obviously the first time he’d used HookedUp, and obviously the first time he’d met a total stranger for sex.
It wasn’t hers, and she had been hoping for something less timid.
But it would have to do.
Beggars couldn’t be choosers in this environment.
She looked out of the windshield, the orange night lights of Los Angeles twinkling against the glass. Out there someone was stalking, and it had made hooking up that much harder.
And that much more exciting.
His tongue swept inexpertly up her neck, and she moaned encouragement as his lips sucked on her little earlobe. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail, and she had no make up on. She never did. Her face was striking enough without it. Her cheeks were sharp, her eyes bright blue and piercing, and her lips plump and moist.
He started to plant little kisses on her face, working his way to her mouth, and she didn’t want that. But her body was starting to respond to him, her nipples poking hard through her shirt now, her breasts felt trapped in the tight confines of her bra, and her clit was beginning to make itself known too.
And when she slid her hand back down to his lap, she found his body was responding too. She pushed her palm against the solid swell of his cock, rubbing at him through his pants, feeling the heat of his erection.
She licked her lips.
Her fingers curled under and found the shape of his swollen balls, squeezing them in a gentle massage, just as he pushed his face back into the base of her neck, biting into the flesh and making her sigh.
It was a sigh tinged with both arousal and annoyance.
She’d wanted this to go so much faster, so much more bestial and animalistic; but his timidity was making it slow and sensual. Nothing wrong with that, but she only had so much time.
Chloe had done this enough to know how to swing things to the way she wanted. Almost every other night she was on the app making a date, and almost every other night, she ended up in a clinch like this, either in a car, behind a bar, or in a park somewhere.
It was her dirty little secret, and it made her feel dirty.
And that was the point. She’d long since given up pretending it was bad for her, because whenever she did try and give it up, she just got depressed and ended up diving back in head first. Those were the times when she met two guys in one night, sometimes at the same time. Always after paying too much solo attention to her little butterfly.
As he sucked into her neck, and she let her mind forget everything and just focus on the moment, she began to unfasten the buttons of her blouse, revealing the bright red lacy bra beneath. When he realised what she was doing, his hands slipped under the cotton and grabbed at her tits, massaging them roughly, with an eagerness that got her more wet, his thumbs pushing into her swollen nipples through the lace, forcing them back into the soft flesh of her voluptuous tits.
Chloe cupped the back of his head and urged his face down to them, feeling his mouth between them now, as he shared his attention from one to the other, sucking hard on her cleavage as he pinched at
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