We parked on level four because it’s usually dead up there and the movies were bad anyway. He looked at me when we got to the car, and I knew that look.
He bent me over the hood before I could even brace myself. The metal was still warm from the day. He yanked my shorts down and I was fumbling for purchase on the slick surface while he pushed into me, and the parking garage echoed every thrust.
Level four was empty but we weren’t alone. There was a security camera blinking at the corner. I could see it reflected in his windshield. The red light like it was watching, and I got so wet thinking about that camera recording me getting fucked over his car that I was dripping on the asphalt.
An elevator dinged somewhere below us. My heart jumped. We didn’t stop.
He had his hands on my hips, slamming into me hard, and someone’s footsteps echoed from the stairwell. They didn’t come all the way up. Just passed on level three. But I was so terrified and so turned on that I could feel myself tightening around him.
“Someone’s gonna see you,” he said in my ear, and that did it.
I came so hard I thought I’d fall off the hood. My legs went stupid, my body went stupid, and he kept fucking into me through it, kept going until he pulled me up against his chest and filled me up, his teeth on my shoulder, his hands under my shirt.
We stood like that for a minute, catching our breath, listening to the garage sounds. His cum was already running down my thigh.
He fixed his shorts. I fixed mine. We got in the car like nothing happened, except the security camera definitely saw everything.
Worth the movie ticket we wasted.
