Car Pools

There is an artery that snakes through the province
weaving through major cities and smaller towns

Off several ramps
these lots have been built
to serve the factory workers
congregating with morning coffees
to travel in a singular vehicle
to serve the work day

And as night
cloaks the light
of another day
these unoccupied lots
have been known
to serve another purpose

He is the first to arrive
anticipation
spiking the khaki
into a generous bulge

He keeps the lights off
to evade any extra attention
a trail of smoke
drifts from the window

The thrill of this indulgence
intensifies
as she navigates
the highway
in search of the discussed
exit ramp

The sheer lingerie
clings favourably
to the gifts of her temple;
an exhibitionistic streak
she rarely engages
that often warrants
a blast from the late-night truckers
who have that height advantage
to sometimes catch a view
if paying attention

She pulls in beside
the silhouette of his car,
each drawn from their respective towns
to explore the nature of such kinks

The online chatter
can only take them so far
and the excitement only builds
to indulge in these covert needs
to engage in the anonymity
of their preferred notions

She positions herself
in the passenger seat
his excited eyes
lingering in the view
and responsive
to the pheromones
of lust and fragrance

It has been agreed
they will not fuck,
but she has instructed him
to unzip his pants
and he springs into
the warmth of her hand

Her other
slides within her panties
collecting the wetness
on two fingers
to stuff in his mouth

She is slow at first
her palm
smoothing over the length of him
controlling the buoyant rise
and stopping to
rub on the tip

She works her fingers
into his mouth
as she transfers
into upward strokes
and quick little jerks
taking command
of his generous erection

He reaches over
sliding beneath the lingerie
to tease her nipples
and edging his hand
for pressure
against her blossoming clit
before working his fingers
inside her arousal

"Maybe next time," she teases,
"I will put it in my mouth, if you are lucky."

Her body responds
shifting in the discomfort
of the car seat
his frequency increases
as she studies his cock
in the skill of her hand
waiting for that little drop
to appear

"Maybe next time," he teases,
"I will put my mouth where my hand is."

The response is favourable
as he sees her mouth open
in that uncontrollable way
that indicates
the rush is close

Finally,
that telling moan
escapes her
and he fills her hand
in the heat
of his white lava
as she bucks in the car,
positive affirmations
spilling from her mouth
as her pussy reacts
to follow suit

He offers her a smoke,
propping it between her lips
and offering her flame

She draws in,
as their collective heartbeats
return to their resting rhythm
enjoying the silence
of the moment

"Same time, next week?" he asks.

"Only if I can bring my vibrator?"