The time I gave head in a parking garage mid-day

Be kind, as this is my first non-fiction erotica attempt! Keep in mind that I am not writing in a particular order. Anything I have written is according to memory, and names have been changed, in addition to keeping some of the specific details vague. Please feel free to leave feedback in the comments!

One of my first meetups post-separation happened on a sunny Sunday. I had been chatting with "M" on Reddit for a bit, and we finally decided to meet up downtown for some coffee. I was nervous as I made my way to the coffee shop, unsure what to expect. M was slightly taller than me, with long hair and darker eyes. He was very kind and relatively soft-spoken, but our personalities clicked and the conversation flowed. 

After finishing our coffees, he suggested we walk to the parking garage next door and sit in his car for "privacy". This was the somewhat awkward part for me, as I knew what this would lead to, and I was slightly nervous/anxious at what would happen next...

We sat in the front seats of his car. M asked for permission before kissing me, which I found endearing. His movements were slightly jerky as he grabbed my face to kiss me, which indicated to me that he was also nervous. The kiss held tension - as our tongues collided, I felt a buildup of anticipation and excitement. The nerves slowly melted away as the kiss continued, me reaching up to run my hands through his soft hair and deepen the soft-but-needy kiss.

He pulled away and asked me if I would give him a blowjob. I lightly giggled as I scanned the garage, ensuring no one else was around. The parking garage was small and open on all sides, meaning anyone could walk by and potentially see; I felt my nerves build up again, but I pushed them back down. Wasn't this the entire reason I put myself out there? To be more risky with my sexuality and explore the fun in public play?

I was slightly turned off by the sudden change from making out to wanting head, but I pushed that aside. I wanted to be risky. 

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which was about 8" and thick. I licked my lips as I stared at it, enjoying that M was already so hard for me. I gently grabbed his cock and started to tug, squeezing on the shaft as I worked it up and down for a bit. I watched his eyes slightly widen and glaze over, clearly getting worked up by the sensation. Then I lowered my head.

Blowjobs are something I actually enjoy giving and that I take pride in. For me, having a man's cock and/or balls in my mouth is one of the most empowering feelings. Even though I battle with feeling shameful/degraded/used at times in regard to being asked to give head, I do truly enjoy knowing that my mouth is the cause of ultimate pleasure and unraveling.

I began to lick the head, swirling my tongue around it and teasing it a little before sucking his shaft further into my mouth. His moans egged me on to continue, a sense of need and urgency in every noise. I began to suck harder, his cock going further down my throat. His breath increased, and I knew he was going to cum soon. As his release overcame him, I felt the hot spurts of cum hitting my tongue. I swallowed when he was done, and he told me how hot the interaction had been.

I sat up and noticed that one or two people were milling around the parking garage, and I do believe one even looked at M's vehicle; but I was beyond caring. It was thrilling, and I felt alive.

He fingered me under my shorts in that front seat. While I didn't cum, I came very close as his fingers plunged inside my pussy and rubbed on that sweet center of nerves.

We kissed a little more to round out the morning before he had to go straight for work. I walked to my own car, which had been parked on the street, and couldn't stop smiling/giggling to myself. The meeting had been pretty successful in my opinion.

We met up again one other time...but I think I'll save that story for another day ;)