I started to bang away, my balls slapping her clit, my belly slapping against her ass. Nancy, having just come, was pretty primed, and soon was letting out a long, low moan as the next orgasm built. I dawned on me, as I looked around, that I had this married woman up on the seat of her van, with me behind her, standing up as best I could, all of the action high enough to be seen, in a Wal Mart parking lot in the middle of the afternoon. I was suddenly thankful for tinted auto glass.
I grabbed Nancy’s ass and plunged deep, turning her moan into a growl. I saw her face grimace, and I knew she was going to come again. I slapped her ass, which set her off, her hips pushing back at me as she yelped, at the same time, soaking my cock. I held in her as she came and relaxed, finally pulling out and letting her lie down on the seat.
“I can’t believe you haven’t come yet,” she said, panting.
I smiled at her. “It takes a while. One of the few benefits of being an old guy. I’m getting close, though. Where do you want me when I come??”
Nancy smiled, and lay down on the seat, her punished twat peeking out at me from beneath her skirt. I watched her skirt ride up as she resumed her earlier position of left foot on the floor, right foot on the seat, leaving her pussy fully exposed to my whim. She gave me an enigmatic smile. “On top of me.”
I crawled up over her, kissed her, and put the head of my cock at her inviting labia. She took the shaft and guided it in, letting out a short moan as the head spread her lips, then slowly sank deep. Nancy sighed and smiled up at me as I reached her deepest realm. I started to pump in and out, building to a steady pace. Nancy met me thrust for thrust, her own excitement building, judging by the steady whimpering as I drew the top of my shaft over her clit.
Soon I was there. “Gonna come, Nancy.”
I felt her right calf move off the seat and wrap around my thigh, pulling me in. Her left hand gripped my ass. I felt her left thigh tighten around me. She looked up at me with pleading blue eyes. “Inside me. I want it.”
As if I had a choice. Nancy tightened her hold on me, and I pushed deeper, feeling our pubes mingle, and my tightening balls on her ass. I let go, spewing long bursts of come deep in her, flooding her pussy til my come was filling in the spaces between my cock and her pussy walls, and spilling back out of her. After about the third spurt, Nancy let out a short cry, then her hips shook as the force of my ejaculation triggered her own orgasm. We lay together slowly grinding our sex into each other as our orgasms trailed off. Finally, I was spent, and she relaxed, letting out a sharp sigh.
Nancy looked up at me, her eyes searching my face as we lay together, I atop her, my cock still stiff. It was swimming inside her. “Wow,” she said, still breathing hard, smiling up at me. “That was amazing!!”
I smiled. “Yes it was.” I looked down at her. “You were amazing. I don’t know why your husband lets you leave the house.”
Nancy suddenly got a sad look. “If he had his way, I probably wouldn’t get out, except to take the kids to school, go shopping, and to church.”