PRIVATE PARKING

Classy arse!

City parking had become ridiculously tight. My hip pocket nerve wasn't coping with the end of free all-day parking on the fringe of the CBD. I had to find a private car parking space or return to the insanely long journey on public transport.

I got lucky through a friend of a friend. A private, cash-only, avoiding government taxes parking space was available at a perfect inner-city location, and I was given the number. 

There was a soft, lilting, really sexy female voice on the other mobile. Now, I'd never had phone sex, but this sounded like the voice to get your rocks off, too, and she wasn't even being suggestive in any way. 

I was male, trying to concentrate on the details of the call and her imaginary details at the same time: the only time guys actually multi-task well — instructions from a woman while imagining them naked. 

The woman, if she's in front of you, is caught between: are you concentrating on what I'm saying, or are you only focusing on mentally undressing me? 

Luckily, the chick on the other end of this phone conversation couldn't see my swelling groin.

Wow, she had one sexy voice. 

Slow, sultry, sort of husky, breathiness. The key was the pauses, her breathing, and her phone demeanour. She was relaxed, like she had just finished great sex.

She asked if I wanted to check out the space and make a deposit immediately. I would need to be quick, as she had other plans. Also, there were other text expressions of interest.

Of course, I did. 

I thought more of checking her out and leaving a male deposit in her mouth.

She gave me the full inner city address and her name: Verity Mulligan.

I blurted: "Not Verity Mulligan from Windsor Drive and Riverview High?"

"Yeah," she said, and "Who are you with the phone sex excited voice."

Verity Mulligan!

I pictured the girl next door, whom I hadn't noticed at eighteen.

She had braces, was flat-chested, and a bit boyish in her dress sense. I couldn't remember her voice, but I liked her voice now.

"It Tim Robbins…25 Windsor Drive…Riverview…class of 2021," then waited.

"Oh …I remember you…two houses across the street…you always dated the blondes with big boobs." 

God, I hated perceptive chicks who recalled everything about you from college. 

Nice lasses always remembered every other shelia you had titty fondled, necked, fingered or scored with.

I thought: no chance here, and I was still visualising her with braces, short dark hair, droopy clothes and a flat chest.

Priorities, I told myself. Get that parking spot!

But her voice —

I tried: "I'm more mature now," but I wasn't convincing.

She knew I was twenty-one. A male prowling for pussy.

"Oh, come over and see it now, " she said, letting me off the hook, but I wanted to hook into her.

On the way there, I thought — maybe, just maybe.

I parked in the side driveway.

The address was a stunning, architect-designed inner-city townhouse. It was very tasteful and modern, with a laneway, one rear parking spot, and a paved area with an outdoor setting. 

Off-street parking was scarce in a zone full of council resident parking permits. 

Yeah, I'd hit the jackpot.

Yeah, the parking spot was pure luck. 

The young woman Verity Mulligan was the actual jackpot. 

It's one thing to sound sexy, but the girl next door had been on a sass course somewhere in the last year or two. 

Verity had the vibe and the look—scrumptious heat.

God, I didn't know where to start looking. Verity's red dress was hot. Sizzling on her, cut to reveal her shapely boobs as the material crossed her chest, defining her curvaceous jugs. 

Warm muffins!

I was sure she was braless. 

Well, they were jugs—big hooters!

I didn't care whether they had materialised late in her teens or were implants. 

I wanted to snog her snuggle puppies.

I caught her hazel eyes and dyed relatively short blonde hair, high cheekbones, soft jawline and fullish red lipstick blowjob lips. Her shapely waist, toned worked arms and flat tummy. Then, her curvy, lightly suntanned thighs and elegantly tapered fingers with long red nails. 

A complete package. 

Verity tried to get me back to the reason I was there. 

"Umh- look at the space, not my rack! What do you drive?"

I was mentally scheming to get my hands pawing over her. Driving between her bubble butt cheeks.

I managed, " A four by four!"

"Sometimes you have to stick in sideways. I assume you can manage a tight fit?"

She was playing with me — so slinky — so relaxed.

Brushing her hair behind her ear, Verity explained, "I'm housing-sitting for the owner, my uncle, who is overseas." 

Running her tongue over her lips, "Yeah, I want cash to avoid jeopardising my student living away from home allowance."

She added, her hands sliding over her hips, " The dress and make-up- I'm going clubbing."

Her lilting voice had me.

I wanted to stalk her through every club I knew or even the few dives I hadn't been to in the city. 

Though she was obviously too classy for those.

I was developing a high-heel fetish. Her calves looked great, and her heels were stunning, shiny red. 

"So I take it… you want it," she said in that voice, either naturally sexy or learnt sexy. 

I didn't care. I was its captive.

"Oh yeah …I want it alright," I replied, looking at her eyes, chest, and eyes…across the defined limits of conversation business space. 

Close but not frigging close enough. 

I wanted to be cock rubbing or cock probing close.

"So come and get it," she said, crooking her finger at me. 

I hesitated even though I realised what she meant. 

Her heels slipped off. 

"You prick," she said, dropping her dress. 

Yes, she was braless. 

Even more surprising, pantiless. 

No surprise was my boner. 

Her shaved womanhood got my attention.

I saw her sweet, fabulous arse; reflected in the screen doors behind her. I took in her soft twin slices of generous flesh framed by her smooth, firm, open thighs as she welcomed me into her intimate space.

"I always wanted you at eighteen…oh well, twenty-one will do…" said Verity.

I kissed her fully on the mouth. Lush, warm and enticing. I fondled her big breasts and then buried my head in her melons, snogging tits. 

My face buried in tit. 

My mouth full of nipple. 

My hands worked more chest flesh than they ever had. 

They felt natural.

Ms Mulligan pushed my head down her body. I could see her urgency: it was evident in the stunningly glistening clustered gems of girly moisture that made her pussy so wonderful to touch and spread and finger. 

Her pussy lips perfectly mirrored the softness, colour and wet gloss of her satisfied nipples.

Verity was a wonderland of fem-holes. 

I realised the unnoticed girl next door at eighteen was a twenty-one-year-old sexual time bomb. 

All her private spots were ready to receive cock. 

Her cute arsehole, just glimpsed and rimmed by one dirty finger: felt so tight. 

Tighter than her offered small available private parking space.

I did the dirty slick sweeping licks from her butthole to her clit.

Always upwards, my tongue tip playing at her puckered starfish, then the gliding quivering sensitivity in the gap between her arsehole and her pussy. 

So tender, so stretched, so receptive to my tongue. 

Then my tongue between her slit flaps, a slithering gossamer thriving connection of pleasure between my tongue and her private internal spots.

My tongue was broad, her flaps spread, girl sex flesh to my seeking upwardly moving tongue. Intent on her sexual capital: conquering it by licking it and dominating her rigid little bead of delight. 

So raunchily ready, so firm under my tongue, her lovely jelly bean being aroused by my sensitive tongue tip

Her clit was on fire with girly passion. 

God, she had the sexiest moan as she came.

" Oooh, Oooh, Ooohh!"

Soft and restrained to start, then held in deep sighs of pleasure as it built and finally the strained guttural Orrhh's of her powerful release.

Verity was a champion at sucking off my gear stick. 

She knew her speeds too…slow then faster. God, she was quick as she worked my dick to a frenzied stiffness of desiring more than her goddamn beautiful mouth.

She gave me the undreamt of reverse angle splendour…what an arse…what cheeks…pulled apart by herself. 

Then, she spread and held her ankles. Divine.

Her arse needed licking. It just did. It was staring at me…demanding it. God, did it respond to my tongue. The more I rimmed with my tongue tip and probed into her outstanding tightness, the more Ms Mulligan moaned.

"Uuunhh! Uuunhh!"

Her sweet voice became dirtily deep as my fingers expanded her arse.

"I love it when your fingers slide into my arse like that."

Next: I seduced her arse with my cock, probing into her tight arse bit by bit. 

Her voice charmed me with her low hum of approval. 

"Mmm-mmm! Mmmm- mmmm!"

Mutual satisfaction. Arse filled. Cock tunnelling.

By the time I was doing the delicious cock driving…driving in…driving deep…straight into her vice-holding arsehole…her tone was deeper…near breathless…her voice lost in pleasure, followed by her sharp happy, sighing breathing.

"I can feel your throbbing pecker! Orrgh God, Timmy you are stretching me out!"

Panting! Puffing! Gasping!

Base responses then dominated.

"Hhnngghh!"

"Orrgghh!"

I was into the dominating pecker propelling compulsion…intent on buggering her good…when arse is this good…you hit the filthy I'm never leaving this spot.

Boy, did she like it in her arse.

I would never picture Ms. Verity Mulligan as the girl next door again, with dark hair, braces, and a flat chest. 

Hell, I had my hands full of her swinging jugs as her spread legs were supported at the ankles by her hands. She could see her face and my intense enjoyment reflected in the screen doors.

But it was her arsehole filled with cock which was seared into my memory — Verity's arsehole and her moans.

"Fuck, you're good," she managed between her moans: "God, I love my arse… you make me feel super slutty— but my pussy needs cock too….take me on the outdoor furniture."

She was up and spread open across the chunky outdoor double seat. 

I could see her gaped wet arse and her stunning shaved pussy too. 

Both —

I really wanted her arse again. 

But she craved her pussy creamed. 

"Oh God…Orrgh…Fuck Me…Yes…Yess….Orrgh!" 

Then unrecognisable grunts only from me and heady, sensuous moans from Verity: as my cock was constricted in a pussy of a guy's dreams. 

She had the fem-snatch clench. 

Oh hell, she knew how to love a cock in her pussy. 

My dick felt great: trapped in her warm, enveloping interior. One amazing fuck. Sensational after her astounding arse.

I pumped. 

She clenched. 

"Pull my fuckin hair!"

I obliged.

I pounded. 

She spread. 

"Cum inside me!"

I drilled. 

She ground back.

Verity soon had that fantastic look, the one a guy never forgets: the deep, intense, concentrated brow wrinkled belief in imminent full sexual release.

She knows it's hers…she knows she's getting it…she wants it…, she needs it…, and then it floods through her.

"Aaaahhhhh!"

Verity—I could see on her face and brow lines that she believed in her body's capacity to give and in the raunch of the moment.

I believed in it, too…her deep, husky moans…my guttural, primal groans.

"Orrgh! Orrgh!"

Our humping and grinding together. We believed in the capacity of sex to fucking give us everything as we fucked. 

Yes: we fucked…we fucked…and we fucking got it all.

I felt the swell in my balls. 

God, I poured a tank full of jizz into her startling wondrous body —dominated by her pussy. 

Male release had never felt so good. 

I felt her happy clenching constriction and saw the intensity of her brow give way to satisfied delight. 

Her body had delivered for her as required. 

Geez, we felt good about each other, and we went clubbing together, and yes, I felt her up in the dark at the disco…still pantiless…under that tremendous red dress.

I got an inner city private parking spot for six months until her uncle returned. 

Still, more importantly, I got my cock parked regularly in Verity's bum and pussy: so much so we are now living together.