Selena – Van Encounter

It was a crisp Tuesday evening, the school long since deserted, and Richard’s battered white van sat parked in the staff lot, its windows fogging up before they’d even started. He’d spent the day fixing a busted boiler, but his mind was on Selena’s promise: the back of his van, where no one could interrupt. She’d slipped out after her shift, trading her apron for a tight black sweater and a skirt so short it barely qualified as clothing. Her buxom chest strained the wool, and Richard’s cock twitched the moment she climbed in.

“Nice ride,” Selena purred, shutting the van door with a thud. The back was a cluttered mess, tools, blankets, a rolled-up tarp, but she didn’t care. She shoved a toolbox aside and perched on a makeshift bench of plywood, legs spread just enough to flash red panties. Richard loomed in the cramped space, his height forcing him to duck slightly, his eyes dark with hunger. “It’s about to get nicer,” he growled, kicking off his boots and yanking his shirt over his head, revealing a chest dusted with dark hair.

She didn’t wait for an invitation. Grabbing his belt, she tugged him closer, unzipping him with a practiced flick. His cock sprang free, thick and ready, and she licked her lips before taking him in her mouth. “Fuck, Selena,” he hissed, hands tangling in her hair as she sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around the tip. She hummed around him, the vibration making his knees buckle, and he braced one hand against the van’s wall. “You’re too bloody good at that.”

Selena pulled back, a string of spit connecting her lips to his cock, and grinned. “Just warming you up, tall man.” She stood, peeling off her sweater to reveal no bra her heavy breasts bounced free, nipples peaked in the cool air. Richard groaned, spinning her around and bending her over the tarp-covered bench. “Gonna fuck you ‘til you scream,” he promised, hiking her skirt up and ripping her panties down to her ankles.

He didn’t tease his cock slid into her dripping pussy in one hard thrust, stretching her wide. Selena moaned, loud and shameless, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the tarp. “Yes, right there!” she gasped as he slammed into her, his thick shaft grinding against her G-spot with every stroke. The van rocked slightly, creaking on its shocks, and Richard gripped her hips, pounding harder. “Tight little devil, aren’t you?” he grunted, one hand reaching around to squeeze her swaying tits.

She pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm, her moans echoing in the metal box. “Harder, fuck me stupid!” she begged, and he delivered, his cock relentless, pressing that sweet spot until her legs shook. His fingers found her clit, rubbing fast, and she shattered, her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her pussy clamping down as she screamed his name, “Richard, oh fuck, yes!” Juices dripped down her thighs, soaking the tarp, and he kept thrusting, dragging it out until she was a trembling mess.

He wasn’t done. Flipping her onto her back across the bench, he spread her legs wide, hooking them over his shoulders. “My turn,” he rasped, plunging back in, her slick heat sucking him deep. Her tits jiggled with every thrust, and she clawed at his arms, still reeling from her climax. “You’re a fucking beast,” she panted, eyes glazed with lust. He smirked, leaning down to bite her nipple, then kissed her hard as he came, spilling inside her with a roar, his cock pulsing against her walls.

They collapsed together, breathless, the van smelling of sex and sweat. Selena traced a finger down his chest, smirking. “Hope you’ve got good suspension, think we tested it.” Richard laughed, pulling her close. “Next time, your place. I want you on a proper bed, screaming louder.” She nipped his ear, already plotting. “Bring your tools, big man. I’ve got plenty to fix.”