Soundtrack: A Sky Full of Stars by Coldplay.
“Hey, do you fancy going star hunting later? There’s a meteor shower tonight and it’s going to be super clear, apparently,” I asked Jock. “We might see lots of shooting stars!” We were lying in bed, post-afternoon fuck, still trying to catch our breath.
“Yeah, why not?” he replied.
He always indulges my little wishes and hobbies, you know. It’s kinda cute. I kinda love it. He hopped out of bed almost immediately, tap-tapping at his phone to find the best places to go. And then, as soon as it got dark, he urged me to get dressed. I think he might’ve been more excited to see the shooting stars than I was… and again, I kinda love that.
Shooting Stars
He opened the car door for me, as he always does, then shut it after me. “Stay right here,” he said.
“Why? Where are you going?” I asked.
Jock didn’t answer. He just disappeared back into the house for a few minutes, then came back out holding a rucksack that he threw on the back seat.
I knew better than to ask what was in there. He wouldn’t answer. He’d just smile in that way he does, with a cheeky little glint in his eye. I reckoned it was a picnic blanket, but you just never knew with him.
He drove for a while, until we were in the middle of literal nowhere – a country-esque road, in the middle of a dark field, and there was no one else around for miles. We could see for literal miles, and we’d easily see the beaming of headlights splitting through the darkness. We hadn’t even seen another vehicle for the best part of an hour.
We loitered for a while, moving outside the car and craning our necks to see the clear night sky. The stars twinkled just like diamonds under bright lights. It really was quite something.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many stars before,” Jock said.
I couldn’t help but smile to myself. I wanted to say something cheesy like, “I’d give you all the stars in the night sky,” but I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the moment instead. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, and we just stood there, huddled close, staring at the stars together.
Eventually, I started to shiver.
“We can get back in the car,” he offered. “I’ll open the sunroof, so we can still look for shooting stars.”
I nodded in agreement, then he busied himself with sorting out the car. I almost gasped once I saw it. Just like that night in the tent, he’d thought of everything, bringing not just a blanket but drinks and some snacks, too. He’d flattened the seats to give us a great view of the night sky out of the sunroof. He’d even thrown a couple of scatter cushions in there.
It was all so damn cute. Cheesy, sure… but the effort that he’d gone to, to make sure that I was comfortable as we hunted for shooting stars, was honestly the cutest thing ever. What can I say? It doesn’t take a lot to make and keep me happy.
We’d not actually seen a shooting star yet, though. I was getting worried that we never would. What an anticlimax that would turn out to be.
Sex in Cars
We laid in the back of his car for a while. Twenty minutes perhaps? We just stared out of the sunroof, watching and waiting for flashes of light to soar across the sky. Waiting, waiting, waiting…
Then, he kissed me.
It happened out of nowhere. We went from zero to one-hundred degrees in less than a second. There was stargazing, then there was kissing. And roaming hands. And furious tugging away of clothes. And the odd groan of eager anticipation. And… well, you get the idea.
I climbed on top of him, impatiently giving up on the idea of getting his trousers off completely and just leaving them around his ankles. I didn’t even bother to take my thong off; I just slipped it to the side and slid down on him. We were too impatient to get completely naked, and there’s something so very fucking hot about that impatience.
We didn’t have a lot of space back there, but we did the best we could. Well, I did. I rode him furiously, intensely, leaning down to kiss him as he reached up to kiss me back. Even with the sunroof open we managed to steam up the car, and I couldn’t help but leave handprints on the windows just like that one scene in Titanic.
With the stars above us and no one else around, it would have been quite romantic if it hadn’t been so frenzied – and it really was that. Frenzied, urgent, and desperate. I desperately needed to come under those stars, in the back of his car. No softness. No teasing and tormenting. Just wham, bam, I need to come, thank you so much, man. And come, I did.
He came in my mouth, so I didn’t need to suffer from the post-coital drip down the inside of my thigh, but I think he was mostly worried about the seats of his car. I couldn’t have cared less either way. Mouth, cunt, over my tits… it was all the same to me. As long as he was coming, I was happy. More than happy. Definitely satisfied.
You’ll be happy to learn that we did see a shooting star. Just the one. Not a complete anticlimax.
The next blog post in the dating timeline is this one: Can You Keep It Down, Please?
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