Marc with a “C” came into the bakery at the end of the day. He caught my eye, and I gave him a little wave to let him know I’d be with him in a moment. Meanwhile, my heart was pounding and my pussy was wet.

I knew he was single, and I knew he was interested. Every time I’d flirted with him, he’d turned redder than red. Such a shy guy.

“Halloween cupcakes!” he said enthusiastically, pointing to the ones I’d decorated with jack-o-lanterns, witches and black cats.

“Yep, carrot cake inside.”

He cocked an eyebrow and said, “My favorite.”

“I know,” I said, pushing my tits out so they nearly rested on the countertop. It was just us in the store, so I saw no harm in displaying my wares.

His stare settled on my nipples. They were hard. Despite the cooling temperatures, I was hot and bothered and ready to see if this thing between us was ever going to happen.

“Getting off soon?” I asked boldly. The double entendre hung in the air.

His cheeks grew red, and his gaze dropped to the cupcakes.

“My, uh, shift just ended. I stopped here before going home.”

“Ah, lucky for you, I’m getting off now, too. What’ll it be?”

He swallowed hard. “Four of the carrot,” he said. “And two of the apple muffins.”

I boxed up his goodies and tied the string. I handed them over as I told him, “On the house.”

“Oh, I can’t!”

“You can pay me by walking me to my car.”

I locked the cash drawer, figuring I’d tally it up in the morning. It was only a half an hour early to close, but I was ready to pack it in for the day. Besides, the thought of getting stuff going with Marc ended the stay-or-go debate in my head.

We walked close to each other on the way to my car. Once we arrived at my vehicle, I turned and said, “This is me.”

He played with the string on his box. I’d never seen a man look more turned on and terrified at the same time. It was sorta cute — and sorta frustrating.

“Are you still single?” I blurted out.

He blinked and said, “Yes.”

“Do you like me?”

He looked down but quickly responded, “Yes.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“God, yes.”

“How about more? Do you want to fuck me?”

His face was the color of a red carnival balloon, but he forced out the words: “Yes, I’m just — ”

“Shy,” I said. “Or similar.”

I hit the button on my key fob and said, “Get in.”

We climbed into my car. The sun had gone down, and there were very few lights on in the lot.

I leaned over and kissed him the second the passenger-side door shut. My tongue ran along his, and I tasted mint and coffee on his lips.

Suddenly not so shy, he reached up and cupped the back of my head. He threaded his fingers through my windblown hair and tugged just enough to cause me to make a noise of surprise.

Finally, we were getting somewhere.   

The kissing, the hair pulling — it all turned me on so much. It was intoxicating and my pussy was getting wetter and wetter.

I reached over and boldly put my hand on his crotch. From beneath his zipper, his dick pressed insistently against my hand. I grabbed his erection and gave it a squeeze, and Marc grunted against my lips.

I pulled back, took a deep breath and whispered, “Pull it out.”

I brushed my hair back from my face and tied it up with the elastic band I’d had on my wrist.

His hands were shaking, and his fingers fumbled over his zipper. The air inside my car was electric — like the air before a thunderstorm.

I’d waited long enough to hook up with Marc. We were going to start this thing, in a parking lot, at dusk.

I bent low, thankful I had a classic car with a bench seat.

I inhaled the clean cotton smell of him. That and the scent of man and arousal. An unmistakable fragrance.

I teased his cock with my tongue, pressing it to the divot on the head and listening to him groan. I swirled it around the head until his lean hips lifted up and his ass came off the seat.

I used my forearm to push him back down, and I sucked him into my mouth and drew on him. I did that a few times, and when he pushed gently and insistently against the back of my head, I slid my mouth down his shaft.

I worked him with my mouth, sucking gently and licking. I challenged myself to go as low as I could — to push my lips to the root of his cock and feel the tickle of his pubic hair against my face.

Finally, I took him in hand, stroking him as I lapped at the tip of him.

When he gasped my name, I pulled back instantly and let him go.

“Not yet,” I said.

Marc groaned and laughed all at once.

I pulled my dress up and tugged my tights down. I managed to yank off my flats and tights, tossing them in the backseat. Next, went my panties.

He took the hint and shoved his pants and briefs down so his lap was exposed.

I moved across the seat, grabbed the headrest and lowered myself onto his lap. I didn’t put his dick inside me — not yet — I simply pressed my wet heat against his shaft.

He bit his lower lip and grunted. I rocked against him, letting his dick rub against my pounding clit.

Marc grabbed my face and kissed me. His tongue slipped into my mouth; his hand came up to find my tits and pinch my nipples through my dress.

I ground against him faster and harder.

He pinched my nipples again, his fingertips like a vise, and I came. My climax hit me hard and fast, and my breath burst out of me as my orgasm caused me to jerk wildly.

For a few seconds, we both rested breathlessly. Then I reached between us and stroked his shaft. Next, I slowly slid his cock into my wet cunt, savoring the sensation of him stretching and filling me.

Marc was a perfect fit, and once I’d taken in all of his erection, I began to rhythmically rock. Holding the seat behind him to get better leverage, I moved my hips eagerly, riding him energetically.

Marc surprised me by pulling down the bodice of my dress, along with the cups of my bra. He bent to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. When I moaned and my pussy clenched around him, he realized how much I liked that. So he did it again. Harder. He was practically chewing on my nipple as I fucked him faster.

I threaded my fingers through his thick dark hair and tugged, making him gasp. He moved to the other nipple, teasing me with wet strokes of his tongue. Then he sucked on it hard. He grabbed my hips and held on tight, thrusting up from beneath me as he eagerly fucked me.

“That’s good. That’s good. Like that,” I told him. I was panting, and so was he. The windows were fogged. Ghostly white light from the street lamps that were beginning to come on outside illuminated his handsome face.

I was so close to coming again, and I moved faster, meeting him thrust for thrust as he continued to increase his speed. His tempo was urgent, hungry and needy.

I squeezed my pussy tight around him until I heard him make a noise. He met my squeeze with one of his own though, his fingers pinching my ass hard enough to make me squeal.

“Ah, that made your pussy jump around me,” he said. Then he thrust up hard enough that I hit my head on the roof of the car. My teeth clacked together, and I let out a strangled sharp yelp.

“If the muscle car is rocking, don’t bother knocking,” I said, and then slammed myself down on his cock so hard I felt the pressure and fullness of having him inside me all through my pelvis.

I squeezed myself around him again. When he uttered a curse under his breath, and my clit slammed against him in just the right way, I came — yanking on a big hunk of his hair.

I pulled off him but took his erection in my hand. I leaned back to watch myself work his dick. I jerked his juice-slickened shaft in the semi-darkness, bringing him closer and closer to climaxing. He was shivering and looked like he was close to losing it. I glanced at his face and saw that he was fixated on the sight of my hand riding up and down his dick.

He groaned and shuddered as I continued to stroke him vigorously.

“Come on,” I whispered, thumbing his cockhead and spreading his pre-come around. “Come on and shoot.”

Seconds later, his body shook and his breath rushed out of him as he came. A hot white arc of wetness jetted across me, striping my stomach.

That was a beautiful sight — and the icing on the cake, so to speak.

I leaned forward, and we kissed. I bit his lower lip until he gasped gently.

As I began to come down from our orgasmic interlude, I suddenly felt the fall chill setting in and shivered myself.

“Want to follow me home?” I asked him. I have a nice queen-size bed that’d be perfect for round two.”

“Absolutely,” he said, his voice practically a growl.

Marc’s smile looked utterly sinful. Maybe my shy boy had a few interesting tricks up his sleeve — or down his pants, as it were. I couldn’t wait to find out where he kept all of his secrets.