Some people say they read “Forum” letters, but can’t believe it when they themselves have a “Forum” moment. Not me. My sex life is rockin’!

It all began a few weeks ago when I met David. From the first night we met, he rocked my world. He grabbed me by the back of the neck, pulled me to him, and kissed me long and deep, letting me know he was hot for me. Since then, we’ve had nonstop sex every chance we get, but the best was a few nights ago.

We hadn’t seen each other in a week. Since there’s no denying the passion that exists between us, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off him. I was just hoping that David was as anxious to see me as I was to see him.

When he finally arrived, I had on a short skirt, thong panties, a barely there shirt that showed off my perky breasts (and the fact that I didn’t have on a bra), and heels that complemented my 36-inch-long legs. David immediately kissed me. My knees went weak with the desire that flooded through me. However, he showed more control and said we’d better leave for dinner or we’d never make it to the restaurant. I whined a little, because I was ready to have him, and I could see from the rather impressive bulge in his shorts that he wanted me as well. I instantly thought, We’ll see if you can actually make it to the restaurant. The laughter in my head was pure evil.

As we began the drive to the restaurant, I placed my hand on his thigh. I just love Florida weather, since it’s warm enough for the shorts David had on. The legs were wide and shorter than usual, allowing me full access to his upper thigh. I gently rubbed my hand up and down. After he said, “That feels so good,” I slid my hand over the shorts to his cock. He was his usual hard self.

I stroked him through the material, attempting to make him want to turn the car around. After freeing his dick from the confines of his shorts, I ran my fingertips lightly over the head and noticed he was holding his breath. I leaned toward him and whispered, “Too bad I can’t give you head right now while we’re driving down the road.”

He exhaled in a gasp, then emphatically said, “Why do you think I bought a truck with a bench seat?”

That’s all the encouragement I needed. I leaned across the seat and took him into my mouth. His breathing became short and ragged, as happy little moans came from his lips. I continued to assault his cock with my mouth, taking him deep and slow at first. After a few minutes of pleasuring him with my lips and tongue, I added my hand to the up-and-down motion, squeezing his cock hard. When he let out a loud groan, I stopped suddenly and sat up.

“Come on, I was almost there,” he pleaded.

I laughed and told him that he didn’t get to come unless I did. Then it hit me. I quickly said, “Turn right at that light up there.”

He said the restaurant was straight ahead, but I told him, “It may be, but there’s a church about a quarter mile down the road that has a parking lot that will be empty. If we go behind the church and park, nobody will be able to see us.”

He gave it a little thought and hesitated slightly longer than I expected, but suddenly a smile formed on his lips. I knew at that moment we were about to have sex in a church parking lot!

He turned and sped up, in a hurry to get there. As he pulled into the lot, I removed my thong. He didn’t drive around to the back of the church, though. He went about five spaces from the road and parked parallel to the traffic. “All right, Kristen, you’d better come over to my side so we don’t get busted.” Then he got out of the truck.

His shorts were around his knees and his cock was rock-hard. I hiked up my skirt and bent over against the side of the truck. There was no need for foreplay, as my pussy was soaking wet from sucking his cock. Without hesitation, he placed his hands on my hips and, in one long, hard thrust buried himself deep inside me. That’s all it took! My body shook as my pussy clamped down and pulsated around his dick with my first climax.

“Oh, yeah, fuck me hard and deep,” I pleaded, and he obliged. He thrust hard and fast as he held on to the roof of his truck. I rubbed my clit till I had one orgasm after the next and thought I might fall, as my knees were so weak. David’s assault on my pussy continued for several minutes, and I came so many times, I thought I might pass out from the sheer ecstasy and excitement of it all.

Suddenly, David stopped, his cock still hard and throbbing inside me. “That car’s going to turn in here,” he said. I looked up and, sure enough, there was a car getting ready to turn into the parking lot.

David nonchalantly pulled out and hiked up his shorts as I smoothed down my skirt, and we jumped back into the truck and left. As soon as we were back on the road, we started laughing. Then David said, “I’m not done with you yet. Move closer and spread your legs.”

I did as I was told. While driving and watching the road, he slipped two fingers inside me and placed his thumb on my clit. “Oooh, David!” I moaned. His fingers picked up where his cock had left off. He slammed them in and out of me, while his thumb moved in tiny circles on my clit. I started to feel the mother of all orgasms building in my toes and fingertips, and it slowly slid through-out my entire body until it centered in my cunt, and I squirted my juices all over David’s hand — just as we pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.

Before getting out of the truck and coming around to open my door, he kissed me passionately. When he finished, he stared into my eyes and said, “Leave your thong off. I have plans for that sweet pussy of yours.”

Even though I’d had an earth-shattering orgasm, my pussy immediately responded to his words and swelled even more as I waited to see what he’d do to me in the restaurant.

When we got to the table, he said, “Sit next to me, not across from me. I want to be able to touch you.”

I smiled and sat next to him on the outside of the bench. He put a hand on my thigh and I thought, Surely, he wouldn’t —

But before I could finish the thought, he did. He slid his hand between my legs, pushed them slightly apart, and buried two fingers back inside my swollen and very sensitive pussy. I saw a waitress coming toward our table and tried to get him to stop, but he leaned over and whispered, “I’m not stopping until you come for me again.”

The waitress came over, and I must have turned 50 shades of red. She either didn’t notice that he was fingering my pussy or she had the good manners to not mention it. David ordered, chitchatting with her as he pushed his fingers in and out of my sopping-wet pussy. I just knew that everyone in the quaint Japanese restaurant could smell the scent of my free-flowing juices. I tried to control my breathing and my response to David and just smiled, feeling as if the waitress would never leave us alone.

As she walked away from our table, David reached over and spread my legs open even further. As he did so, he whispered, “Spread your legs wide for me — and for the man at the table across from us who’s watching me play with your pussy.”

I looked up and, sure enough, there was a man staring at my pussy and David’s double-fingered attack on it. I was instantly embarrassed and attempted to close my legs, but David growled into my ear, “Why would you want to give up your own pleasure just because another man’s looking at your pussy? Come for me — now!”

The man watching had a hard-on and was obviously enjoying the view. The excitement pushed me right over the edge and I did as David demanded. My breathing quickened, my pussy pulsed around his fingers, and I sank down into the seat, allowing my legs to fall even further open and giving the man at the other table an even better view. I had never had such intense orgasms, and the second was right on the heels of the first!

Our waitress returned with our drinks, and David whispered, “Close your legs and sit up.” Without saying a word, I did as instructed. Then he added, “You’re going to enjoy this date. Tonight, I’m in control, and I’m not even close to done with you yet. Enjoy dinner and then you’ll find out what else I’m going to do to you.”

Even though the food was absolutely delicious, all I could think about was what had taken place since David had arrived at my apartment. Halfway through the meal, he told me, “You need to go to the ladies’ room.”

I looked at him strangely and said, “No, I don’t.”

His smile turned wicked and he leaned in close enough for me to feel his breath on my neck as he said, “Yes, you do, and you are to wait on me before closing the door completely.”

I didn’t hesitate after that, but did as he said, leaving the door cracked for him. About a minute later, he walked in and closed the door behind him — not bothering to lock it. He came straight to me and kissed me deeply. As our tongues played, he caressed first one breast and then the other, making my nipples hard. He unzipped his shorts, letting them fall to the ground as he lifted me in the air and demanded that I wrap my legs around his waist. I did as he instructed, and he held me in the air and pressed my back to the wall. With one swift thrust, he slid himself in to the hilt and began to pound his cock deep inside my pussy.

About five minutes had passed when the door opened and our waitress walked in. “Oh, my,” she moaned breathlessly when she saw David fucking the shit out of me.

He glanced at her and asked, “Do you like to watch?” — never once breaking his rhythm of thrust and withdrawal.

Instead of leaving, the waitress responded, “Yes, I do,” as she locked the bathroom door behind her. She walked right up to us, where she could get a great view of his cock as it entered and exited my pussy. She began rubbing herself through her uniform. Watching her watch us excited me even more, and I cried out as I came on David’s cock.

Halfway through my orgasm, David demanded, “Open your eyes and watch her.”

The waitress unzipped her uniform, spread her legs, and stroked her clit. She inserted three fingers into her slick cunt and matched the rhythm of David’s thrusts. I was so excited that I couldn’t hold back, and I had another orgasm. Just as I cried out, she did, too, and it caused David’s control to slip. He slammed into me and exploded.

He slowly lowered me to the ground, and as the three of us straightened out our clothing, the waitress blushed and said, “Wow! Thank you! Dinner’s on me!”

David and I looked at each other and laughed.

After returning to our table and finishing dinner, David asked for the check. The waitress handed him a single piece of paper. After he read it, he smiled and handed it to me. It said, “If you two ever want someone to watch again, call me. Hope you enjoyed dinner as much as I enjoyed the dessert! Teri.” Under her name was her phone number. David left a generous tip on the table with the note. When I asked why he wasn’t taking the phone number with him, he grinned and said, “You’re the only woman I want. We can always find somebody else to watch next time.”

Not only did the incredible sex leave me breathless, but so did his sweet words. I’m really looking forward to my next encounter with David!