Dear Diary,
A couple of years ago, when I was at uni, I met a guy on Tinder named Dan. He had brown hair with a skin fade haircut, brown eyes, and his topless gym pics showed off his abs. He was a few years older than me and worked in consultancy.
We messaged back and forth for about a week, then agreed to meet at a bar for a drink. It was a lively bar with good atmosphere. We had a few drinks, chatted, and flirted a bit. We finished our drinks and started heading out, agreeing to meet again for a proper date.
I planned on getting the bus back to my flat, but Dan said he could give me a lift. He guided me to his car, a new Audi A3, black. I started getting a bit wet knowing this fit guy had an Audi.
He held the door open, guiding me into the cabin where the sharp new car smell and the heady perfume of fresh Nappa leather wrapped around me like a second skin. As he leaned into my space to click the belt home, the nylon webbing bit deep, contouring the swell of my breasts. I caught the dark flash of his gaze lingering there—his face so close I could feel his heat—and I met it with a slow, knowing smile.
He got in and pressed a button, and the Audi came to life. The engine roared as he revved it, the vibrations rumbling through the seat, straight to my pussy, which was getting quite wet now.
I twirled my hair. “This is a really nice car you have, a lot better than the Fiestas I’m used to.”
He shifted into gear with a flick of his wrist and eased the car forward onto the road. He put on the radio on an R&B station. He drove with one hand on the wheel, one hand on his thigh, tapping to the tune. I looked at his hand, imagined it inching higher to release his jeans button, to show me what he had down there.
“Thanks,” he replied, “it took me a while to decide on an Audi.”
“I bet all the girls you pick up in it enjoy the ride,” I said, shifting in the seat to make my skirt ride higher, showing more of my thighs.
“I’ve only just got it, you’re the first one.”
“I’m the lucky lady, am I?” I asked, touching his arm as I say it, bringing in some contact.
“Yes, you have the honor,” he replied, glancing from the road to my exposed thighs.
As his eyes wander, I say, “You like what you see?” His eyes dart back to the road.
“I’m not used to a site like this in my car,” he says.
“Get used to it,” I respond, “this is what you’ll get having an Audi,” as I placed my hand on his thigh.
He placed his hand on my exposed thigh, “If you say so.”
“You can count on it, Dan,” I purred, “We love Audis, especially sporty ones. Fast cars are a total aphrodisiac.”
“I can take you for a ride if you like,” he offered. No man made me wetter than one with a fast car, and Dan had a panty dropper for sure.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I murmured, my gaze lingering on his hands as they gripped the steering wheel. I was already beginning to soak through my lace.
He took the cue and the Audi surged forward as he flicked the right paddle, the crisp click-click of the gear changes punctuating the engine’s savage wail. We tore toward the Harbourside, the world outside dissolving into a liquid blur of city lights and dark water. With every downshift, the car jerked with a violent, controlled aggression that threw me against the seatbelt, the strap biting hard into the swell of my breasts.
The G-force was relentless, pinning me deep into the bolstered leather as he carved through the corners of Totterdown. My head felt light, my lungs struggling to pull in air against the sheer pressure of our acceleration. It was a terrifying, beautiful rush of velocity that set my skin on fire.
Underneath the roar, the high-frequency vibration of the engine surged through the frame, radiating directly into the base of my spine and centering in my core. The rhythmic, mechanical thrum felt like a physical intrusion, a constant, buzzing friction that demanded a response.
I could feel the hot, heavy pulse between my thighs, my lace thong already soaked through and clinging to my skin as my body reacted to the raw power he was wielding. I gripped the armrest, my knuckles white, letting out a jagged breath as the Audi leveled out, the torque leaving me wired, drenched, and completely undone.
I saw Tesco ahead and directed him into the car park.
“Take the next left, Dan,” I said, knowing exactly where to go. “Turn here, now go all the way in back.” I directed him to the far corner where it wasn’t lit. When he turned the engine off, we unbuckled our seat belts, and I turned to face him on the seat, my skirt riding up to reveal my sodden panties in the glow of the dashboard lights.
I slid my hand over his crotch to give him a squeeze. I unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled down the zipper, allowing him to spring free. The head was glistening with precum.
“Mmmmm, you’re big,” I said as I rubbed my thumb over the crown, smearing precum on the tip.
I knelt on the passenger seat and leaned over to his side. I didn’t have a hair tie, so my hair draped over him. I opened my lips and licked off the pre cum before taking him in my mouth, taking him inch by inch, filling my throat with cock.
His hands tangled in my hair, holding me there. I bobbed my head, my lips tight around his shaft. I hollowed my cheeks and ran my tongue around his tip.
I pulled off him, asking, “You like that?” as I slowly stroked his cock.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me,” he replied.
I took him back into my mouth, deep throating him. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue, tensing up.
“Shit, babe, I’m gonna cum.” He tried pulling me off, but I wouldn’t let him. I wanted to taste him, have him lose control because of me. He filled my mouth, and before I could swallow, he yanked me up by my hair and crashed his lips into mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
I moaned into his mouth, arching my back, pushing my boobs into his chest. As we shared him cum his hands were all over me, gripping my waist, feeling my arse, slipping his fingers under my skirt, his hand rising up towards my soaked panties.
“Fuck me, Dan,” I whispered into his ear, “Let’s christen this car.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled up my skirt, his fingers hooking into my lace thong, tearing it aside.
“You’re dripping,” he said, stroking his fingers over my soaked pussy. He climbed over, reclined my seat, and lined up his cock with my entrance. I moaned.
He said, “You’re so soaked for me.”
I bit my lips and dug my fingers into his shoulders as he pushed in, stretching me until his balls rested against my arsehole. He was big and thick; my pussy burned with pleasure.
“You feel incredible,” he said. He pulled back, then thrust into me hard, pushing the air from my lungs. My nails raked his back as he set a punishing rhythm, the car rocking, the leather seats squeaking.
“Harder, fuck me harder, Dan,” I groaned. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his arse. His hands gripped my hips as he obeyed, lifting me up slightly to change the angle, hitting my spot perfectly. My juices were dripping into the leather seats, christening them, marking my territory. My moans grew louder, the windows fogged up, and the world outside ceased to exist.
“Touch yourself,” Dan commanded. “I want to see you cum on my cock
I didn’t hesitate; my hand went straight to my clit, sending a jolt through me, and I arched my back.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “I want you to cum now,” he said. The command sent me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me as my pussy clenched his cock and I screamed his name. Dan groaned as I milked him, when his own release came, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing in me, his cum filling me in hot spurts.
We both lay there for a while just breathing, my pussy twitching on his cock as I came down, his forehead resting against mine.
“Wow, I’m glad I chose this car now,” he said. He pulled out, making my pussy feel empty, and put his cock away. His cum started leaking out of me, I didn’t adjust my skirt, I wanted it to land into the seats, show what had happened.
I picked my ripped thong off the floor and put it over his rear-view mirror. Keep these, have them in the glove compartment to remind you of the first of many girls who will soak their panties in this car.
He ignited the car and pulled away. He put his hand on my thigh as he drove me home.
END
