Backseat, driver?

How many of you have ever or have at least attempted to get frisky at the back seat? I'm sure, plenty. Then, you look into the rear mirror and see a pair of eyes looking at you. Your eyes pan south of the mirror and you see the meter jump another 20cents.

It's one thing to be getting it on in the back-seat of your ride or your family car in a deserted lot or something, but it's an entirely different thing to be trying your moves in the backseat of a cab. That said - Yup, I'm sure cabbies have seen it all. Well, I'd be the first to admit that I've tried to do a little more than kissing in the back-seat of a cab, but it wasn't anything that required the undoing of a fly or lifting of a skirt.

Take this girl for example, for the few weeks I've known her, she's been just working and working so I thought I'd ask her out for a movie to break the normality of her routine circumstance. It helps that she's a sweet girl too. Anyway, during the movie, she got cosy, leaning in on my shoulder and all that. The credits rolled, very instinctively, she just hooked herself closely to my arm as we got up and left the theatre.

(Skip to the cab)

I opened the door and I got in after her. She sat lazily on the centre seat, leaned on my chest and placed her leg on my thigh. I accommodated her slouched posture with my arm around her. I suppose she felt tired after work and that movie. Then, from the corner of my eye, I saw her look up at me. Her soft hands touched the stubble on my chin and turned my face towards her. We eyes met, then closed and we kissed. I placed my hand on her torso as we continued. I got tempted by her 'big-and-round-enough-for-I' boobs and I inched my hand up towards her right boob for a little squeeze. She let me feel her chest a little before moving my hand away. Throughout the ride back, we lip-locked, stopped, hand on her boob, stopped, for a few bouts. Ok, enough about her soft lips and breasts, but I figured the cabbie was definitely checking out the pretty thing letting me feel her as we kissed.

How far have you gone on a cab? A little touchy-feely like the one I mentioned above? A little jerk and a little finger? Hmmm... Whatever it is, I sympathize with cabbies who have to wipe that queer looking white stain off the leather in the backseat.

On the topic of cabs and sharing experience... This fool I know was blatantly sharing his cab experience with her ditzy big-tit girlfriend to me and a bunch of guys over dinner. He was bragging about how she sucked on him and swallowed there-after in the back-seat and the cabbie was clueless. I think them two clowns are the clueless ones. How can someone not know when a busty girl is bobbing her head up and down on a bloke in the back-seat of the car you're driving? I think the driver just had one eye closed. The dumb girl looked at me, giggled and told me with her manicured hands on her ears that she's embarrassed that her boy's sharing such stuff to people. What a dumb fuck. The guy on the other hand, has no class and no respect for his girl. I think it's just down-right uncivil to be talking like that in front of a lady - your own lady for that matter. Don't see why she doesn't see how disparaging those remarks and words were.

Anyway, the deed done on nice clean sheets is always the best. Though, it'll probably get dirtied after that.

The Spoons.

I'll skip the part on how I got to this girl's place to the part where we're both lying down on her queen-size bed, ok? Anyway, this girl is someone I kinda went out with a little, prior to this incident. Now the 1st time, I've been in her bed, but it was nothing more than some making out on previous occasions. I just didn't want to bring it any further than that. Companionship, I suppose?

Alrighty then... We were lying down on our (left) sides and she had her back arched to accommodate me. We snuggled and cuddled and then I decided to feel around a little; I reached in under her jersey top and ran my fingers from her torso to the bottom half of her boobs. I didn't think much of it as it wasn't the first we were intimate.

However, after a couple of minutes of caressing, she commented that it must be feeling good that I am touching her. I replied her with a simple 'yea' as I cupped my hand around her cute round breast. I started massaging her boob with my hand - she half-turned and we lip-locked.

Turning towards me, she and I continued in our kissing with my hand still on her chest. She reached down to touch my manhood through my boxers, commenting that I must be feeling horny. Frankly, a little touchy-feely would have sufficed for me, but I felt she wanted some intimacy so I carried on.

She continued to rub on me through my boxers and it felt nice. I released my grip on her breast and reached my hand in under her shorts and knickers to realise that she was clean-shaven. Beautiful. I started to rub her plump pussy and she let out a loud moan. It was definitely louder than what I expected, but I just continued to pleasure her with my fingers.

Wet enough and slippery-smooth, I started to finger her*. She became more ecstatic, fidgeting more than before. It was cute, somehow. So then, I gestured her to give me a wank and she wrapped her tiny hand around my dick and started jerking on me. It wasn't the best jerk I've had, but it was alright.

*I think a lot of guys just dive their fingers straight into the pussy when wanting to get the girl off. From experience and what I gather, that is just incorrect - at least for most it's not to be done as such. Start with a rubbing on the clit and gradually - not slowly - work your way to fingering and such. From there, whatever tickles the girl's fancy - alternating between rubbing and fingering, or just the deed itself. Ok, that's that.

The mutual wanking didn't last long. She stopped jerking me and told me to get on top of her. While getting into position, I intended to ask her something cheeky, but she cut me halfway and said that she just wanted to try something. Whatever that means, really. With her legs apart and I between and on top of her, what else is there to try? Key in her hole just comes to mind.

So, on top of her, she reached in under me and led my dick to her pussy. She said something which made it sound like she just wanted to try this 'new' position of making out. It really sounded like a weak attempt to get me to fuck her.

I just pressed my dick against her plump pussy - her hand still on my dick - and began to push the lips apart. She let go and I withdrew my tip before fully entering her. She almost instantaneously let out a very audible moan of pleasure. I just smiled to myself and started working on her like she wanted me to. I gained to a quicker pace and she was really wet and smooth. We exchanged a few lines as I was pumping her with my hands supporting me on either side of her upper body. Then, I leaned in to hugged her and starting fucking her hard. She bear-hugged me with her legs around my lower-back, as she tried to lick my ear. All while indicating her pleasure with various tones and notes. Ok, I'm not a fan of ear-licking, but I stuck with it for awhile so to be able to continue at the pace that's feeling so good.

Then, she asked me how I'm feeling and I told her I'm alright but looks like she's really enjoying herself. She laughed and got me to lie on my back, saying now she'll make me go crazy. I laid back down and she straddled me, but before she could lead my manhood into her, I had already penetrated her with my fingers. I fingered her fast and she moaned out loud again, alternating between going slightly limp and being all tensed up.

I withdrew my fingers and re-entered her, now with my dick. She started to ride me, going up and down and front and back. Her hair all messed up - she asked me how it felt. It was nice. Then, I pulled her down towards me and again pumped her hard. She was loving it. She got all excited and started licking my ear again, but this time, I told her to kindly refrain from doing that. I'm just really not a fan of it. It feels like a wet-willy. Gross.

In that position, she got tired quickly, so she got up and off my dick and laid down to kiss me again. I angled her back to face me again and I slipped my dick into her again. After being on top and below her, I started fucking her from behind. In that position, I could freely play with her boobs and rub her clit - of which she was obviously more fond of the latter. We continued in fucking in the 'spoons' position and completed the crescendo in the same stance. Funny, to have started in that position and ending in the same. All's done, we cuddled and slept till late morning.

Her big round eyes.

I was walking back - hand in hand with a girl - after buying something nearby. Then, around the corner, appeared this man and trailing behind him a pair of very familiar tan legs - the neighbor who reminds me of the ex. This girl - I know not her name - has always been stealing glances at me whenever I see her at the lobby. I recall an incident when my brolly wasn't of much help when I was walking back in the rain one sombre afternoon. I reached my lobby and again I saw her. She looked at me and was smiling and giggling.

She went, "Whoa!".

I laughed at her comment and was gonna say something to her, but then I saw her granny trailing behind her and I closed my lips. I smiled; she turned as I passed her by. Queer, I just didn't feel it was appropriate to talk to her with her granny around.

Anyway, back to the former incident, I just walked on and didn't turn my head back to look at her. She was with her dad and her brother and this fair meaty girl (whom I presume is her brother's girlfriend). I reached the lobby with the girl I was with and waited for the elevator. The sweet girl walked by and I could see from the corner of my eye that she half-turned to look at me with her big bright eyes. She and her kin were still waiting for the lift to their even floors as the odd-level lift opened its doors in front of me. I stepped in after the girl, turned 180° to face the opposite lift, to see that the sweet girl facing the same direction I was. Her back was facing me.

Somehow, I sensed that she was looking through the glass pane on the lift door at me, as I looked at her back. I kinda feel that she's probably a little disappointed to see that I was with someone else. Was it reading too much into her stance and gestures? I don't know. Somehow, there're just these kinda strangers that you feel a little connected to.

If anything, I'd be the first to admit that I live more with my heart than with my brain. Pros and Cons. Living and making life's decisions all based on practicality and calculations of the like; life will not be life. I hope I see sweet girl's face again soon.

Fuck, Buddies.

Firstly, pardon the absence and the long hiatus. Many a times, I typed something but just got lazy and closed the damn window. Oh well...

In one of my previous posts, I mentioned this girl I spent a night with who has pretty nice rocking moves to match my thumping. She and I only shared a night of passion together, followed by a quickie in the morning before she had to go to school. This happened after we started talking again after a good couple of years when we first got to know one another. I don't know about her, but from the start of our friendship reignited, I knew I was gonna hit the home-run with her.

I would say we started out more or less as acquaintances, chatting about random stuff and subsequently moved on to talking about matters of the heart and then experiences in bed. Soon, we had that fuck. After which, on and off, we would still talk and be reminded of our little rendezvous from before.

However, now it seems we've become rather close. She called me a valued friend and listener and I call her many sweet things, as well. As fate would have it, due to currently circumstances, we just can't really go or rather get any much closer as a more rapid pace. A reason why I'm still very intrigued by her and all is probably cause of our little sex-capade and we talk pretty well.

Now, you understand the very well-placed punctuation in the post title, eh?

I guess we really fucked and then became (somewhat) buddies? Queer, eh? I don't know. I'm not falling for her, but neither am I placing all bets on re-living that night, just works out that we quite enjoy attention from one another, I suppose? Though, I definitely won't be rejecting or anything close to complaining, if she calls on me for another keyinherhole experience. Hmmm...