What I did for a car...

[Diovan]

I fell in love with convertible cars a few years ago and got it deep in my head that I had to own one. My husband liked the cars too but said one wasn’t in our budget. I love my husband and he’s usually right about these things, but I became determined to get one. Thankfully I had some secret money from before we got married and I decided this car was the perfect use for it.

I told a friend at work all this one day and a few weeks later she told me about a guy who was selling a car I’d probably like. I left work early to take a look and found exactly what I’d wanted, the right model, year and color. I fell in love with it right away. Tim, the guy who was selling it was a soft spoken guy in his twenties (I’m in my thirties) who seemed very happy to show me his car. The guy was handsome, confident, more than a bit flirty and fun to talk to. He told me all the improvements he’d made to the car, how well it performed – but mostly he told me how good I’d look driving it! I sat in the passenger seat as we took it for a spin. After a few minutes he stopped, we switched seats and I drove it back and into his garage. I was absolutely hooked, I wanted this car. But I knew it was just out of my price range.

We sat in the car and started talking price. I told him what I was able to afford. Naturally, he frowned and said his price was firm. We went back and forth like that for a while before it sank in, I just didn’t have the cash for the car. I started opening the car door when he said “Wait.” He sat quiet for a moment, then looked at me through the corner of his eye with a twinkle in his eye and wry smile. He quietly said “I tell you what, I’ll take $500 off the price if you agree to a little fun on the hood of the car with me…” Wait, what? What was he talking about? Was he kidding? No, by the way he was looking at me I knew he was serious. Sure he was flirty and cute and all, and to be honest, I felt rather flattered, especially by the way he looked at me. Still, I couldn’t believe what he was suggesting! I found myself laughing dismissively at his proposal and resumed opening the door. “Wait,” he said again, grabbing my hand. “How about I make it one thousand dollars?” I paused while trying to comprehend what he had just said, all the while giggling and shaking my head no. The real truth… in my mind I was honestly considering what he had proposed. I so wanted this car and one thousand dollars off could make the difference. We were in a garage, no one would know, it’d be quick, I’d get my car, there’d really be no harm…would there? And I REALLY wanted to own this car. Despite all this, I again started to step out of the car, telling him I was married and I just couldn’t do that, not even for a thousand dollars. Clearly he realized he’d made headway. He quickly said, “Alright, hang on.” He took a very deep breath. “I’ll make you a deal if you make me a deal. I’ll let you have this car at your price if you give me, say…one last little memory in my car.” I sat back in the seat looking straight ahead, my mind awhirl with what was happening. I paused, then turned to look at him and asked, “Memory?” “How about a special little kiss for me in the car?” he said, “A simple kiss…here,” gesturing to his crotch. He was still holding my hand. Somehow I didn’t find myself trying to take it back. He sensed my contemplation and slowly guided my hand towards him resting it on his crotch. Kiss? No, not a kiss. I think he wants a handjob. A $1200 hand job…the result netting me the car of my dreams. I felt my pulse race as I stumbled for a response. Meanwhile, he moved his hand and started to unzip his pants. I watched transfixed as he opened his fly, retook my hand and wrapped it gently around his cock. He started slowly moving my hand up and down on his shaft. After a few strokes his hand left mine and I instinctively continued on my own, my fingers circling his member as it grew stiff in my hand. I closed my eyes, my mind swimming. I shouldn’t be doing this, I can’t be doing this. Cum quickly, just cum quickly, please cum quickly, no one will know, and I will get the car… I will own this car. I closed my eyes. My hand continuing to move up and down his cock.

“No,” he said, “I want the kiss.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. I then looked at his cock in my hand. He adjusted his seating, raising his pelvis up towards me. “Your lips.” he said. Ah, no he doesn’t just want a handjob, he wants a blowjob, his shaft hardening in my hand. I tried to think about what to do. “Here,” he said gently, “It’ll be quick.” He then reached around to my shoulders and started guiding me towards him. I found it difficult to think. “What am I doing, I can’t do this…but, but it’ll be quick and I’ll have the car. I want the car.” I found myself moving towards him. I rose to my knees in the drivers seat while watching my hand move up and down his cock. I felt his hand move from my shoulder to the back of my head as he gently guided me towards his crotch. I paused an inch away staring at the flushed head of his shaft when he arched his body and let his flesh touch my lips. His cock bounced against my mouth a few times before instinct took over and my tongue slipped between my lips and give him a lick. I could feel his pelvis thrust as my hand continued to stroke him. Then as his pelvis rose again the head of his cock found my parted lips and the head slipped inside. At the same time, the hand on the back of my head pressed down and my mouth slid quickly down his shaft. My hand fell away as he started thrusting deep inside my mouth. So there I was, on my knees in the drivers seat of this car, my ass high in the air and my head deep in this stranger’s crotch as his cock pounded my throat.

Meanwhile, Tim’s free hand reached up and found its way inside my blouse. He reached inside my bra and started fondling my breast. His thumb and index fingers were around my nipple in seconds and I felt a not-entirely unwelcomed pleasure rise from deep inside. Such a vulnerable, carnal, naughty position, I couldn’t believe this was happening. Tim said he would be quick, but he wasn’t. He used his position to luxuriate himself, controlling the movement of my head up and down his shaft, groping and fondling my breasts, controlling my sex for the pleasure of this last memory in his car. His cock would tickle my throat and I could hear myself gag and slobber as I tried desperately to make this man cum. Finally, I could feel Tim become rigid. He held my head hard against his groin as he grunted and strained. I choked and sputtered and started to taste that unmistakable taste in my mouth. He held my head to his crotch as the last ounces of his cum spurt into my throat. He let his body fall back into the seat as he released my head and breasts. He sat there gasping as I sat back in my seat, putting my breasts back and swallowing hard.

Yes, the car is mine and I do love driving it. Yes, I’ve realized I am a very bad negotiator and Tim is very, very good. I had to tell my husband where the money came from. I didn’t tell him about the special deal I got. The problem now is, every time I look at the passenger seat, my mind goes back to that afternoon of primal negotiation. The garage where those negotiations took place is not so far away and this car knows the way.