QUICKIE

She was in the parking garage fumbling the key in the lock of her car when she heard the click of hard-soled shoes on asphalt.  She froze for a moment or two and was unable to unlock her car door.  Her heart started to pound fast.

"Relax."  A familiar male voice said.  "It's just me."

She sighed a breath of relief and turned to face him, "You scared me.  Don't do that again."

"I wanted to surprise you.  Not scare you."

She laughed.  "That was one scary surprise."

He pressed up against her then. "I just arrived today.  I couldn't wait to see you.  I've missed you."

She felt his arousal -- hard and throbbing.  He wanted her and there was no doubt about it.  She reveled at that fact.

She felt her pussy contract with anticipation.  The sex between them is purely primal -- raw, animalistic, primitive.  It made no sense to her, but she knew it didn't have to.

Everything became a blur after that,  and the next thing she knew was flipped over face down on the hood of her car with his cock inside her and what a feeling it was!

The angle of the thrust created by her position across the hood was so sharp and deep that her cervix felt like it was going to explode every time the top of his cock hit up against it.

His hands were everywhere too - her breasts, her back, her shoulders, her butt, her clit, her pussy. It was all too much for her that she gave in and came.

She had to bite into the flesh of her arm to keep herself from screaming and risk people hearing her cries of ecstasy.

But even so, the knowledge that she was fucking a man in public -- that she could get caught any given moment  -- was more thrilling than anything she had ever experienced in her 30 years of existence.

Sex had never been like this for her.  Never been this good - until him.

She lifted herself up off the hood of her car and braced herself on her forearms.  She could tell from his breathing that he was getting close.  His breathing getting ragged, he thrust into her one final time as he exploded inside her.

He collapsed on top of her.  Hardly a romantic afterglow, but this coupling was never about romance in the first place.

It was about getting laid, pure and simple.