One of our favorite places was a garage on this dirt road. All the workers would go home around 5 and the place would be empty. In the winter we would stay in the car, in the summer...we would be on top of the car, outside on the grass, where ever. We had some great times there.
I was driving in that area of that place a couple weeks ago. It was late, I had nothing to do, and I decided to pull in. It's been well over a year since the last time I was there - and maybe close to a year since the last time I talked to Debbie.
Walking around - I saw plenty of places that we did our thing. I took out my cell phone and, not thinking I would hear anything, texted her. I said "I'm at the spot, wanna meat?" That was always our code phrase. Dumb, I know.
Not even one minute later I get a response:
"OMG i have been thinking about u. r u really at that place?"
I texted that I was. Her response was that she's out of town, wishes she wasn't, and we need to get together as soon as she gets back. She comes back tonight.
Then she sent another text. "Might as well make your trip worth while..."
I sent her a "?" and she sent me another text. She told me to call her, don't say a word, and just listen. So I did.
She picked up and started telling me to do things. Rub myself through my pants. Drop me pants. Stroke it. She's laying on her hotel room bed, clothes on, hands inside her skirt, under her underwear. She's so wet, two fingers inside her.
Stroke it harder. Do it faster. Tell her what I'm going to cum.
I was leaning against the building, pants around my ankles, pounding my cock, holding the phone with my head and neck. I started to cum and moaned that I was going. She started going crazy on the other end, moaning like crazy.
We both stopped and she chuckled lightly. "I'm back on the 14th, I'll text you. Bye!"
She hung up, leaving me to stand there with my pants down and cock going soft in my hands.
I feel so used.
:)