"I just remembered it all of a sudden," I chuckled nervously. The main reason I hadn't asked before was because the feeling of finishing inside was just too good. Moreover, it happened so quickly that I didn't have time to ask or pull my cock out of her pussy.
My cock was quite long, longer than average, so it took a bit more time to pull out. That was why I never asked before.
But now, I was in the mood to try something different. Besides, I'd been finishing inside a lot these past few days. I figured it was time to try something new, like finishing outside.
Otherwise, repeating the same thing all the time was boring, no matter how good it felt.
Jessica glanced at me but didn't say anything. She respected my decision. If I wanted to finish inside, that was fine. If I didn't, even finishing on the car was okay.
I was about to pull out and finish on her back when I suddenly heard the elevator doors open.
Worse still, our parking spot was pretty close to the elevator.
I whispered urgently, "Oh shit! Someone's coming! We need to hide!"
I quickly pulled my cock out of her pussy, bent my knees, and pulled my pants up to my waist. My eyes darted around, looking for a place to hide.
But as the footsteps got closer, I realized I didn't have much time to find a spot. My heart pounded faster with each step.
Jessica came up with an idea just in time. "Quick! Let's hide in the trunk! If we squeeze in tight, we can both fit."
Without waiting, Jessica, despite her shaky legs, climbed into the trunk, making room for me.
I didn't have time to think. I took a big step and climbed into the trunk. Jessica pressed the button to close the trunk, pulling it down gently so it wouldn't make much noise.
The sound of the trunk closing was barely audible to us.
Jessica had her back to me. I lay down and held her tightly, our bodies pressed against each other in the cramped, dark trunk.
I let out a sigh of relief. Jessica's tense body gradually relaxed in my arms. I kissed her sweaty skin lightly. It tasted salty but gave me a sense of happiness and safety.
"We're safe now," I whispered.
Jessica turned to face me, kissing my Adam's apple lightly. A wave of heat spread from my throat, even making my fingers feel warm.
I held Jessica close, one hand squeezing her breast firmly.
I asked her, "Do you know that men have two sensitive spots? One is the cock, and the other is the Adam's apple?"
"No idea," Jessica said, her big eyes looking at me innocently.
She was trying to act pure and innocent, but it was so obvious. To me, her seductive and wild side suited her better and stirred my desires more.
But the space was so tight that our breaths fell back on each other's faces, making the heat between us even more intense.
We could hear each other's heartbeats. Jessica's was fast and excited, as if she was anticipating something more. My heartbeat was strong and steady, giving her a sense of security. Her soft hand caressed my chest, feeling the rhythm of my heartbeat, her eyes revealed a dreamy glisten.
It seemed my heartbeat was also a kind of aphrodisiac for us.
I kissed her hand, "What's wrong? You want more?"
"Can we?" Jessica asked softly.
How could I refuse a woman who asked so directly?
I nodded eagerly, "Of course. Once the guy outside get away, we'll have some fun right here in the trunk."
I started playing with her breast gently, which was like a fun water balloon. Each time I squeezed, I left finger marks on her skin, like strawberry jam on cotton candy.
Jessica arched her back in rhythm with my movements, pushing her chest into my hand. I squeezed her breast firmly and then let go.
The footsteps got closer, almost right next to us. I quickly covered Jessica's mouth and nose, signaling her to breathe quietly and listen for any sounds outside the car.
Jessica's wide eyes looked at me, understanding that I was listening for any noises outside. She snuggled into my arms, listening to my strong heartbeat, feeling safe with me.
"What the hell is going, I heard something in the basement when I got off the elevator. Where did it go?" a voice sounded outside the trunk.
It was a woman's voice, talking to herself. I recognized it as Vivian's voice.
"Where's David? He was supposed to wait for me here," Vivian complained.
I heard the sound of a zipper and rummaging through a bag. Was she looking for something? Her phone?
"I should call him," Vivian continued talking to herself.
I panicked. I forgot to put my phone on silent!
I quickly patted my pockets, trying to find my phone and silence it before Vivian called. Jessica helped me search it, but we couldn't find it.
"Where's your phone?" Jessica whispered.
I shook my head, indicating I didn't know.
Soon, I heard the sound of a call connecting, but my phone didn't ring. There was no other noise either.
This was strange. I was sure I had my phone with me.
Vivian walked around the car, then stopped. I heard the car unlock, the door open, and then close as she got in.
During this process, Vivian didn't say a word.