It was a long walk back to our stop from the concert. We had been all over each other the whole time and it wasn’t letting up. He stopped me every few steps for a kiss, then groping, then finding out I wasn’t wearing panties. His deep growl made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I was thrilled and breathless, drunk but not with alcohol, tottering around on my heels.

We came upon a remote parking lot, full with concert-goer cars. A closed pawn shop lit it up from one end, its ancient neon sign announcing Open 24 Hours as it buzzed and snapped over doors wrapped in chains. We paused, looking around furtively. Rows of stores sat darkly in the little strip mall while the thump of the ongoing concert reverberated in the background. Breathing heavily, he pulled me in between the cars and fumbled with his belt.

“Quick! On the car! I’m going to fuck you now.”

I hesitated only for a second. Such a turn-on. He was always full of unexpected fun.

I sat on the hood and spread my legs, my skirt riding up. The steel was frigid underneath me. He glued his mouth to mine and pushed in with no effort. I was soaking wet and ready. Immediately he began fucking — hard, fast, deep.

“Up on your hands,” he panted. “Now! Cum on me, quick.”

The angle pushed his cock against my spot. A few more thrusts…there it was…I threw my head back and yelped out my orgasm.

“Good girl. More, more,” he encouraged. The setting, the fucking, the danger of being in public pulled more out of me. My pussy clamped down on him like a vice.

“O FUCK!” He came inside me with a roar, pulling my hips onto his. We collapsed together, panting, laughing, kissing, still connected. I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him inside. So warm, so perfect.

He pulled away from me gently. “Spread your legs, baby,” he whispered.

I did so and he carefully pulled out, looking down. He stood to the side so the streetlights cast on my pussy. I looked down, too. My pussy was heaving, dripping…and slowly releasing streams of his cum onto the car. He looked down and back at me, watching it, a moment of quiet in our frenzy.

“So fucking sexy, baby. My dirty girl.” He kissed me deep and helped me off the car. Both of us looked at the hood. There were slight indentions from my ass and some drips of cum were traveling down to the grill. He grinned.

“I think we added to its resale value, baby. As much as we could for an old Camaro.”

“I bet some old guy drives it,” I giggled. “And he’ll go home with your cum all over it. Always marking your property! He should just hand you the keys now!”

“Fuck, you’re hot!” he said, grabbing me in a kiss. “Let’s get home. I’m going to fuck you again before bed.”

I dipped my hand between my legs and brought it up glistening, trails of light reflecting on my nails. He stared at me, open mouthed, as I slowly licked and sucked each finger inches away from his mouth.

“I hope that’s a promise,” I said softly.