In Plain Sight...

"Where do you people go to get away with stuff?"

Frances shouted out the window at no one in particular. We were driving around a small town that both of us know and neither of us is particularly fond of, trying to find a place to spend a few minutes alone without drawing too much attention to ourselves. As it was, we'd been talking, kissing, playing... taking a few pictures for the blog, our fingers teasing and straying into each other's clothes... both of us eager for more, but knowing the venue wasn't right.

While frances drove, I reclined in the passenger seat, my pants open to accommodate her free hand. Everywhere we passed was all wrong for our purposes. Finally we decided that the place to be was a nice, dark, quiet residential street. Hidden in plain sight...

We took a left down a random street that looked promising, only to find it frustratingly cheerful and well-lit. Block after block of aimless wandering brought us more of the same... porch lights blazing, children wandering the streets. "It's 11:00! Go to bed!" frances shouted. We were about to give up.

"Ok," I said. "I think I know someplace else..."

I directed frances back though town, over a bridge, literally to the other side of the tracks. "Is this the bad part of town?" frances asked. I answered, "This is the QUIET part of town..." The streets here were narrower, tangled up and down and among the sides of the hills. Finally we found a spot. No streetlights. No traffic. No people. Perfect.

Taking a cautious glance around us, frances pulled her knees up to the seat, leaning across the console to swallow me up. My hips rose involuntarily off the seat and I gasped sharply at the touch of her warm mouth. "I think you need to come for me," she suggested impishly, in between mouthfuls of my hard cock. I answered. "I need to FUCK you is what I need to do..."

Frances bit her lip and glanced around nervously. "Yeah...?" I nodded. "Ok..." she replied, "How are we gonna do this?"

"Well..." I said, nodding to the back of Frances' little red RAV-4, "You're gonna go lay down back there and I'm gonna come climb on top of you."

It was a bit of a funny conversation. We'd done this dozens? hundreds? of times, and yet had to work out the logistics like fumbly teenagers. Frances kicked off her shoes, climbed back over the console, and began to lay the back seats flat. I kicked off my own and scrambled not-too-gracefully back to join her.

Soon we were beside each other, lying flat and out of sight, looking to all the world like innocent cargo. Frances slipped halfway out of her pants (one foot on, for ease of re-dressing), and my hand quickly found her wet and wanting. Knowing we should hurry, I slid out of my pants (halfway again...) and slipped smoothly inside her. Sigh. It had been too long...

Frances was still nicely hidden from view. As for me, i felt a little more exposed. Each thrust brought me face to face with the back window and the empty street. But i gave it only a quick glance from time to time, to see that we were still alone. Mostly, i kept my eyes on my frances.

We shut out the world and fell into our familiar rhythms, and soon I was filling her up. I took a moment to catch my breath and just enjoy her, before replacing my cock with my fingers and wrapping my lips around her tender clit. Two tiny little nibbles seemed to bring her halfway to the edge, when... Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked.

"Arf."

"What was that?" frances whispered. "Dog." I whispered back, neither of us breathing. It barked again.

"We should go..."

We scrambled back into our pants, and up and over the seats. And as we sat gasping in the front, out of our rear-view mirrors came the headlights of the very first car.

And off we drove after it, laughing and driving into the night...