got fucked in a stranger’s car while my date waited inside

We met for drinks at this rooftop bar with candles and jazz and overpriced cocktails. He was nice. Too nice. Smiled too much. Asked if I wanted a second drink before I even finished the first. I excused myself to get some air and never planned to come back.

Out front, there was this guy leaning against a black car. Hoodie, stubble, cigarette in hand. He looked at me once and said where you going in that dress. I said nowhere yet.

The backseat was unlocked. I climbed in without thinking. He followed, pushed my dress up, and found out I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His fingers slid in first. Then his cock. Deep. Rough. No words. Just hands on my hips and my face pressed to the window while my date texted me asking if I was okay.

I came with my legs shaking, biting his hoodie to keep quiet. He pulled out, came on my thigh, and wiped it with a napkin like it wasn’t the first time.

Ten minutes later I walked back in, fixed my hair in the bathroom, and joined my date like nothing happened.

He asked what took so long. I said the line was insane.