Here I am again, mindlessly scrolling thru Tinder, faceless after faceless profile. Ive learned in my short time that that usually means married men. Not that that would deter my current hormone rage, I need a little excitement.

Daily I scroll by generic internet downloaded images asking for “fun on the side” 

Then a quite simple profile pops up on my screen with a quote : Don't wait for the perfect moment. Take the moment and make it perfect” No bio, one other unmemorable pic. 

Mmm for some reason this resonates with me. I'm not usually a Carpe Diem type person but oh well, let carpe diem here. Swipe right. MATCH!!! OH HELL

Usual messaging ensues for a few days, then we move to snapchat. I'm in the city for “hormone therapy aka sex” and when I msg him to ask what he's doing, he's conveniently close by. Well let's go with the universe signs here, and we decide a quick coffee would do. 

I hate meet and greets, so I adopted a strategy - The usually hi, hi, how are u chitchat, then just kiss him, and break the ice. It seems to work, also satisfies my inner slut.

Park up, he's so gentlemanly, letting me know how far away he is. I haven't seen him in photos yet. So kinda nervous. We only touched on the wants and needs. Super casual chats.  

I jump out when he parks, walk around his car to say hi. As I round the corner I look into this vision of a man. Silver fox, tall, slim, piercing blue eyes, smile to make every woman melt. 

My first thought was : Damn he's hot, thank goodness, and I stand there grinning like an idiot. This man is gonna run in a second.

Of course he does this sexy leaning back against the SUV thing. Every 80s movies heartthrob movie scene, one leg bend, jeans, plain golf shirt, but that smile has my eye, and me hair standing on end.

We have the usual awkward hi, hi, how are you, traffic sucks, how was your morning. I reply and engage in this utterly superficial conversation but I'm buzzing underneath. He kinda flirting back, side grin, shifting his weight, and kept looking at my mouth. I didn't think twice, just leaned in and kissed him.

We both inhale and hold that breath, split second passes and he pushes his tongue over my bottom lip, we sync, it just works, the electricity is palatable. Thank god this man can kiss. 

He tastes like coffee and mint from the gum he chewed to hide the coffee. Soft lips, gentle by thirties kisses.

It feels natural, effortless, but I need him to kiss me harder, I swear he hears my thoughts, the kiss deepens, hurried, lustfull. 

My body instinctively moves closer to his, and his hand finds my jaw, fingers around the back of my neck. I have no idea if we are breathing but the sync is mindblowing, the utter lust is growing in me. 

My hand moves to his crotch, thinking I'm gonna tease a little, but he's hard already.

We smile at the same time and exhale, my body takes over, no thoughts, I palm his jeans as I inhale him.

He gasps, I feel his need on my lips and I meet it instantly. I whisper in his ear : “Wanna get in the car?” And no hesitation, a “Yes “ follows.

We are sitting across from each other, the air in that car is magnetic, our gaze meets and we are kissing again, in sync, pure harmony.

The thought crossed my mind again that he said over chat he likes kissing, and was even a little cocky to say he thinks he's a good kisser. I probably said something cheeky back like - we’ll see. Well damn man you didn't lie.

My fingers finds his jeans buttons, and he straightens his posture a little so I can undo them. As effortlessly as we are kissing my hand slips over his cock. Hard, rock hard. I had no expectations, but this is better than I thought. 

I slide my hand down his shaft, trying to phatom what the hell is going on around me. All outside stimuli are gone. It's just this moment, this bubble, my hunger for this man. 

I can't even remember how his pants ended around his thighs, but as soon as they were I wanted to taste him, no, I needed to taste him.

When I envelop him it's like relief, I'm throbbing, and he inhales sharply as I slide my mouth over him. Hes dripping hard, precum sweet on my tongue, a taste Ive come to love. 

I try to slow the moment, slide over him slower, press my piercing into him, one hand on his shaft. I don't know who is enjoying this more, cause I certainly love sucking cock.

Our bodies automate, and his hips buck to my mouth and he lets out a soft moan. I feel my own warmth building. I need this, I need him, I need more fucking space!

“Backseat?” again we have the same thought, we both get out at same time, thank goodness his shirt covers his unzipped pants.

Thinking back there was no logic there, like we didn't care how this looks. 

We are kissing each other again before the doors are properly closed. His hand finds a breast, instant goosebumps. I swear I can hear my heart in my ears. I can feel his heart racing on his breath as I tug his pants down again, tasting him again. His breathing is addicting, I move faster and slower to manipulate his breath. Fuck this, I want him now!

I hate car sex, always uncomfy, and awkward, but that thought didnt seem to cross my mind.

My leggings are off, his jeans are off, we do the awkward shuffle thing to slide over and under. 

I need him in me, I'm so swollen it hurts. ‘Condom?’ ‘Doesn't matter' we aren't even thinking anymore, it's pure lust. 

As he leans down to kiss me again he enters me, FUCK FUCK FUCK, he feels so good, he fillls my throbbing pussy, and we both exhale over each others lips. It's a combination of relief, need, lust and pure hormones. 

I need him to move, so I kiss deeper, he senses my need and thrusts quicker, shallow teasing thursts, I wisper in his ear, “fuck me” as I grab hold of his back, and this man absorbs my need. 

Hard, deep hurried thrusts, I moan, and close my eyes, savoring the pure adrenaline in my veins. I'm close, tethering on the edge, and think, well today is the day I cum at record speed. He keeps me there thou, seeming to enjoy my moans.

At that moment the car next to us decides to load their groceries, but we don't care, we just enjoy the sheer pleasure.

I think I came on the second thrust but needed more, we went pure animal. The more I moaned the more he gave. He stiffens as I orgams and fills me. Breathing hard in my ear, trying to compose himself.

Its relief, for both of us. Pure addicting hormonal relief. We both take a second to giggle at what the hell just happened in the last 10 minutes. Both grinning like kids getting lollies. 

So much for coffee, got a better fix instead.