The Drive
By SmutWriterAI.
His micropenis, barely more than a small nub even when soft, hung limp between his thighs, vulnerable and tiny. Heart pounding in his ears, he gripped the steering wheel, the thrill of exposure surging through him like electricity. This was it—the rush he’d craved all week, the secret game that made his ordinary life feel alive. With a deep breath, he turned the key, the engine rumbling to life, and eased onto the quiet suburban street.
The town unfolded before him as he drove slowly, windows cracked just enough to let in the faint hum of distant traffic and the scent of freshly cut grass. Teddy’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror every few seconds, scanning for anyone who might notice. His tiny dick twitched slightly with the vibration of the car, exposed to the open air, the dashboard lights casting a soft glow on its minuscule length.
He kept his speed low, weaving through residential blocks where porch lights flickered on as families settled into their evenings. Shame burned in his cheeks, hot and insistent, but it twisted with a deeper excitement, making his pulse race faster. What if someone saw? The thought sent a shiver down his spine, his small shaft stirring faintly against his thigh.
As he turned onto the main drag, the streetlights brightened, illuminating shop fronts and the occasional pedestrian strolling sidewalks. Teddy’s grip tightened on the wheel, his breath coming in shallow bursts. A woman at a bus stop glanced his way, her eyes widening for a split second before she looked away, pretending not to notice the naked man behind the wheel.
Heat flooded Teddy’s face, a mix of mortification and arousal pooling in his gut. His micropenis hardened just a touch, the pathetic little thing peeking up no more than an inch, utterly inadequate yet throbbing with need. ‘They know,’ he thought, the humiliation stinging like a slap, but it only fueled the fire.
Another car passed close, its driver—a burly guy in a truck—staring openly before honking once, a sharp bark that made Teddy’s stomach flip. Was it laughter? Disgust? The uncertainty gnawed at him, blending with the electric thrill that made his skin tingle.
He couldn’t take the intensity anymore. The town’s eyes felt too close, too real. Spotting a pull-off near the edge of a wooded park, partially shielded by overhanging trees but still visible from the road, Teddy veered in and killed the engine. The sudden quiet amplified his ragged breathing, the crickets chirping outside like an audience.
He leaned back, one hand drifting down to his lap, fingers brushing the tiny, erect dick that strained uselessly for attention. It was so small, barely filling his palm, but the touch sent sparks through him. He rubbed slowly, teasing the sensitive head with his thumb, feeling it pulse under his light pressure. The shame hit harder here, alone with his inadequacy, yet the public edge—the risk of headlights sweeping by—made every stroke electric. His other hand cupped his balls, small and tight, rolling them gently as pre-cum beaded at the tip.
Emboldened by the building ache, Teddy pushed the car door open and stepped out onto the gravel that bit into his bare feet. The night air rushed over his naked body, cool against his flushed skin, carrying the earthy smell of pine and damp soil. He stood there, fully exposed, his minuscule erection bobbing in the open, heart hammering as a distant car whooshed by on the highway.
No one stopped, but the possibility hung heavy, humiliating him further—imagining their stares, their whispers about the pathetic guy jerking his tiny dick in public. He leaned against the car hood, the metal still warm from the engine, and wrapped his hand around his shaft again, stroking with more urgency.
The friction built fast, his breaths turning to soft gasps, the mix of fear and desire coiling tight in his core. He wanted more—craved the eyes on him, the judgment that would push him over the edge into release right here, under the stars, where anyone could see.
Teddy’s strokes faltered for a moment as a soft crunch of footsteps echoed from the path edging the park. His head snapped up, eyes widening in the dim light filtering through the trees. There she was—a lone woman, mid-thirties maybe, with dark hair tied back in a ponytail, walking her dog on a leash.
She was dressed casually in yoga pants and a light jacket, earbuds in, oblivious at first to the naked man just off the road. His exposed dick, tiny and rigid in his fingers, throbbed with sudden panic, the cool air making it twitch visibly. Heart slamming against his ribs, Teddy froze, hand still wrapped around the minuscule shaft, pre-cum slicking his fingers. The thrill twisted sharper now, real eyes potential instead of imagined, his inadequacy laid bare under the moonlight.
He should hide, duck back into the car, but the urge to be seen rooted him in place.
Shame flooded his cheeks, hot and prickling, mixing with the raw ache building in his groin. His micropenis felt even smaller exposed like this, pathetic against the vast night, yet the exposure ignited a desperate hunger.
Slowly, he resumed stroking, harder this time, his palm sliding up and down the short length with urgent pulls. Each motion sent jolts of pleasure through him, his balls tightening as he watched the woman approach along the gravel path, maybe twenty feet away now. The dog’s ears perked up, sniffing the air, but she kept walking, her pace steady.
Teddy’s face burned, flushed deep red—he knew he looked ridiculous, a skinny guy jerking his tiny dick in public, begging for judgment. But god, he craved it, the humiliation twisting into fuel that made his dick pulse harder in his grip.
Biting his lip to stifle a groan, Teddy shifted his stance, spreading his legs wider against the car’s warm hood. The gravel dug into his heels, grounding him in the risk as he angled his body toward the path, making sure the shadows didn’t hide him completely. His free hand braced on the fender, muscles tensing, while he pumped his fingers faster, the slick sounds faint but obscene in the quiet night.
The woman’s silhouette grew clearer, her hips swaying with each step, and Teddy’s mind raced with filthy hopes—what if she stopped? What if she saw his desperate nakedness, the way his little dick strained uselessly, leaking for attention? The thought humiliated him to his core, his stomach clenching with equal parts dread and excitement, but he couldn’t stop. He needed her to notice, to react, to make this real.
She was closer now, ten feet, her dog tugging slightly toward the pull-off. The woman slowed, pulling out one earbud, her head tilting as her eyes caught the glint of bare skin under the streetlamp’s edge. Surprise flickered across her face, brows knitting together, then curiosity bloomed, her gaze dropping unmistakably to his hand working his exposed groin.
Teddy’s breath hitched, his strokes faltering for a beat as her stare locked on his tiny erection, the pathetic bob of it in his fingers. Heat surged through him, shame crashing like a wave— she sees it, sees how small I am, jerking off like a pervert out here—but it only made him stroke harder, chasing the edge of release.
Her lips parted slightly, a mix of shock and something intrigued in her wide eyes, and she didn’t look away, didn’t hurry past. The dog whined softly, but she held the leash firm, rooted now, watching Teddy with that unblinking focus.
Teddy’s mind spun, pulse thundering in his ears as he met her gaze for a split second, his flushed face a mask of raw craving. He hoped—fuck, he prayed—she’d approach, close the distance and touch him right there in the open, her hands on his naked skin, fingers exploring his inadequacy under the stars.
The outdoor air carried her faint perfume now, mixing with the musky scent of his arousal, and his dick wept more pre-cum, slicking his urgent pumps. What would she say? Laugh? Or join him, make him beg for it in public? The uncertainty coiled tight in his chest, pushing him closer to the brink, his body trembling with the need for her to make the next move.
The woman’s steps crunched softly on the gravel as she edged closer, her dog trailing behind with a curious sniff at the air. Teddy’s heart hammered, each beat echoing the pulse in his tiny dick, still gripped in his slick fingers.
She stopped just a few feet away, her eyes dropping again to his exposed groin, flicking over the minuscule shaft that bobbed under his gaze. Interest sparked in her expression, a subtle widening of her eyes, her lips pressing together as if weighing the strangeness of the scene. The streetlamp cast shadows across her face, highlighting the flush creeping up her neck, but she didn’t retreat. Instead, she let the leash slacken, the dog sitting obediently at her feet.
Teddy released a shaky breath, his hand falling away from his dick, leaving it to stand rigid and vulnerable in the cool night breeze. It felt even smaller now without his touch, pathetic and twitching, pre-cum glistening at the tip. Shame burned through him—here he was, naked and desperate, a grown man with a dick that barely qualified, begging for a stranger’s attention in public.
But the humiliation only fueled the ache, twisting into a hot need that made his balls tighten. He met her eyes, forcing a shaky smile onto his lips, the expression more plea than confidence. Tilt his head slightly, he nodded toward his trembling shaft, the silent invitation clear: touch me, see how small I am, make this real.
She glanced around the empty pull-off, the distant hum of traffic the only sound besides their breathing. Her hand hovered in the air for a moment, fingers flexing, hesitation etching lines on her forehead.
Teddy held still, muscles locked, the gravel biting into his bare feet as he waited. What if she laughed? Walked away? The thought clawed at him, deepening the flush on his chest, but he didn’t cover up. He wanted this—the risk, the exposure, her judgment or acceptance under the open sky.
Then, with a soft exhale, she stepped forward, closing the gap until the warmth of her body cut through the night’s chill. Her fingers brushed his skin first, tentative along his thigh, sending a jolt up his spine. Teddy’s dick jerked in response, the tiny head brushing her palm as she cupped it gently.
Her touch was warm, soft, enveloping his entire length in one hand with room to spare. She explored slowly, thumb tracing the underside from base to tip, feeling the vein that pulsed there, the slickness of his arousal coating her skin.
“It’s… cute,” she murmured, her voice low and curious, eyes lifting to meet his with a mix of amusement and intrigue.
Humiliation crashed over Teddy like a wave, her words hitting hard—cute, like it was a toy, not a man’s cock. His face heated, ears ringing with the erotic sting of it, but god, it made him throb harder in her grasp. Desire surged alongside the shame, his hips twitching forward instinctively, seeking more friction. He bit back a groan, the sensation of her fingers squeezing lightly around his micropenis overwhelming, every nerve firing as she rolled her palm over the sensitive head.
She didn’t pull away, her other hand resting lightly on his hip, steadying him as she stroked with careful deliberation. Up and down, her grip loose enough to tease, fingers curling to brush his balls, drawing a ragged breath from his throat. He felt exposed and small, yet wanted her touch, validating the thrill he’d chased all night.
The dog’s tail thumped softly nearby, a reminder of how out in the open this was. Anyone could drive by and see Teddy like this, naked and handled by a stranger. The thought sent fresh shame spiking through him, but it only made his dick pulse insistently against her skin, leaking more pre-cum that she smeared along his length.
Their breaths mingled in the space between them, hers steady but quickening, his coming in short gasps that fogged the air. The woman leaned in closer, her jacket brushing his bare chest, the fabric rough against his nipples. “You like this, don’t you?” she whispered, her voice husky now, fingers tightening just enough to make him whimper.
Teddy nodded, unable to form words, his body trembling under the dual assault of humiliation and building pleasure. The night sky stretched above, stars indifferent witnesses to the tension coiling tighter, his release hovering just out of reach as her touch grew bolder, promising something raw and unrestrained right there on the hood of his car.
He pressed his free hand against the warm metal behind him, anchoring himself as she continued her slow exploration, thumb circling the tip in lazy swirls that made his knees weaken. The erotic weight of her gaze on his tiny erection, the way she handled it without mockery but with genuine curiosity, chipped away at his insecurities, replacing them with a desperate hunger.
What if she kept going? Dropped to her knees or guided him inside her, right here where the world could interrupt? The possibility hung heavy, his pulse racing toward that edge, the outdoor thrill amplifying every sensation until he was lost in the mix of vulnerability and ecstasy.
Teddy’s dick stiffened further under her gentle touch, the tiny shaft pulsing with an urgent need that twisted shame into something electric. Her fingers, warm and sure, slid along his length, coaxing every inch to throb against her palm. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, contrasting the cool night air that whispered over his exposed balls.
His micropenis was so small it fit entirely in her hand, yet her grip held him like it was precious, drawing out pre-cum that slicked her movements. His breath hitched, chest rising and falling as desire flooded him, making his thighs tremble against the car’s hood.
She bit her lip, a mischievous glint sparking in her eyes as they locked onto his. The curiosity from before had deepened into something bolder, her flush spreading down her neck to the collar of her jacket. Teddy’s heart raced, the public pull-off feeling smaller now, the distant road lights a constant reminder that headlights could sweep over them at any moment.
She glanced down at his rigid dick, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, and then, with a slow exhale, she sank to her knees on the gravel. The sound of pebbles shifting under her yoga pants sent a jolt through him, her face now level with his groin, breath ghosting over his sensitive skin.
Teddy’s hands clenched at his sides, fingers digging into his palms as he fought the urge to cover himself. Exposed like this, naked from head to toe under the open sky, with a stranger kneeling before his pathetic erection—it was everything he’d craved on those solo drives, but amplified, raw and real.
Shame coiled tight in his gut, his face hot with the erotic sting of vulnerability, but it only made his dick twitch harder, begging for her mouth. The dog nearby let out a soft whine, tail thumping, but she ignored it, her focus solely on him.
“God, you’re so hard,” she whispered, her voice husky with intrigue, eyes flicking up to meet his.
Her hand steadied his hip, nails grazing lightly, as she leaned in. Teddy nodded, words caught in his throat, a low whimper escaping instead. Then her lips parted, warm and soft, enveloping his tiny shaft in one smooth motion. The heat of her mouth surrounded him, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she took him deep, the tip brushing the roof of her mouth.
A soft moan slipped from Teddy’s lips, the sound muffled by the night but echoing in his ears like a confession. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip, lapping at the slit where pre-cum beaded, the wet heat sending sparks up his spine. His hips bucked involuntarily, pushing deeper into her welcoming warmth, but she held him steady, one hand on his thigh, the other cupping his balls gently, rolling them in her palm.
He was so small, she could handle him effortlessly, her mouth covering everything without strain, yet the sensation was overwhelming—her tongue flicking, teasing the ridge, drawing out another moan that he couldn’t suppress. The outdoor air carried the faint scent of pine from nearby trees, mixing with the musky tang of his arousal and her clean breath, heightening every lick and pull. Teddy’s eyes darted to the road, half-expecting a car to round the bend, catching him like this: naked, moaning, his tiny dick disappearing into a stranger’s mouth.
She hummed softly around him, the vibration buzzing through his shaft, making his knees weaken. Pulling back just enough to swirl her tongue in lazy circles over the head, she looked up at him again, eyes gleaming with that same mischievous spark.
“Taste good,” she murmured against his skin, the words vibrating before she sank once more, sucking with a bit more urgency.
Teddy’s hand found her hair, fingers threading through the strands not to guide but to anchor himself, the soft pull of her mouth contrasting the gravel’s bite under his feet.
The exposure electrified them both, her free hand sliding up his bare chest, nails tracing his nipples as she bobbed slowly, lips stretching just enough around his girth. Teddy’s breath came in ragged gasps, the mix of shame and ecstasy building low in his belly. He felt small, exposed, humiliated by how easily she took him, yet desired—her enthusiasm clear in the way she lingered, tongue exploring every sensitive spot. The dog’s leash clinked softly as it shifted, a mundane sound that underscored the insanity of it all, out here where anyone could see.
Pleasure coiled tighter, his dick pulsing insistently in her mouth, the wet sounds of her sucking mingling with his soft moans. She quickened her pace slightly, tongue pressing firmly now, drawing him closer to the edge without mercy.
Teddy’s mind spun, the emotional rush as potent as the physical—vulnerable under the stars, her touch validating his deepest thrills, pushing him toward a release that promised to shatter him in the most public way possible. But she slowed just as he teetered, pulling back with a soft pop, her lips glistening as she smiled up at him, breath warm on his throbbing shaft.
“Tell me you want more,” she said, voice low and teasing, her fingers replacing her mouth to stroke him lightly, keeping the fire simmering.
Teddy swallowed hard, the night air thick with tension, his body aching for whatever came next in this daring outdoor dance. Teddy’s voice came out in a hoarse whisper, barely audible over the distant hum of the road. “I want more,” he said, the words tasting like surrender, his eyes locked on hers in the dim light.
The admission sent a fresh wave of heat through him, his tiny dick twitching in her fingers, slick with her saliva and his own leaking need. Shame twisted in his chest—he was naked, exposed, begging a stranger for this—but it only fueled the fire, making his skin prickle under the cool night breeze.
She rose slowly from her knees, gravel crunching softly under her feet, her body unfolding until she stood close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her clothes. Without a word, she pressed herself against him, her jacket brushing his bare chest, the fabric of her yoga pants rubbing against his thighs.
Teddy shivered at the contact, his naked skin hypersensitive, every inch of him trembling as her curves molded to his lean frame. The contrast hit him hard—her clothed, him utterly bare under the open sky, the dog’s soft panting a reminder of how public this all was.
Her hands slid up his sides, bold and exploratory, tracing the lines of his ribs, then over his shoulders, nails grazing lightly enough to raise goosebumps. Teddy’s breath caught, his heart pounding as she roamed lower, palms flattening against his hips, thumbs dipping into the hollows there.
She explored him like he was a discovery, her touch igniting sparks across his skin, from the small of his back to the curve of his ass. He felt small under her gaze, his micropenis pressing insistently against the front of her pants, the humiliation blooming hot in his face as she felt its pathetic size against her.
“You feel so vulnerable like this,” she murmured, her voice low and intimate, lips brushing his ear.
Her breath was warm, carrying a hint of mint that mixed with the earthy scent of the woods around them. Teddy nodded, unable to speak, his hands hovering uncertainly before settling on her waist, fingers curling into the soft fabric of her jacket.
She shifted her hips, one hand slipping between them to tug at the waistband of her yoga pants. With a quick shimmy, she pushed them down just enough, exposing her slick pussy lips to the night air. Teddy’s eyes widened, catching the glisten of her arousal in the faint moonlight, her pussy bare and inviting, lips swollen with her own building need.
She guided his hand first, letting his fingers brush her wetness, the heat and smoothness making him groan softly. Then, with a firm grip on his tiny dick, she angled him toward her entrance, the tip nudging against her pussy lips.
“Go on,” she whispered, her eyes dark with desire, locking onto his flushed face. “Fuck me right here.”
The words sent a jolt through Teddy, his body responding before his mind could catch up. He thrust forward shallowly, his micropenis sliding into her with ease, the tight warmth enveloping him completely. She was so wet, so ready, that he buried himself to the hilt in one urgent push, though it barely stretched her. The sensation overwhelmed him—her pussy clenching around his small length, hot and slick, pulling him deeper into the intimacy of their secret spot.
Teddy’s hips rocked instinctively, fucking her in short, urgent strokes, each one driving him deeper into the mix of shame and bliss. His face burned, breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt how little he filled her, the humiliation sharpening every slide in and out. Yet her moans, soft and encouraging, validated him, her body pressing back to meet his thrusts. She wrapped one leg around his thigh, pulling him closer, her hands roaming his back now, nails digging in just enough to sting.
Their faces hovered inches apart, flushed and heated, the night air cooling the sweat beading on his skin. “That’s it,” she breathed against his lips, her voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down his spine. “Just like that—don’t stop.”
Teddy kissed her then, desperate and messy, tongues tangling as he pumped into her, the wet sounds of their joining muffled by the trees. The public thrill pulsed through him, every rustle of leaves or distant car engine heightening the risk, making his dick throb inside her.
Her pussy gripped him tighter with each shallow thrust, her clit grinding against his pubic bone, drawing breathy whimpers from her throat. He could smell her arousal now, musky and intoxicating, mingling with the pine and gravel underfoot. His balls tightened, the build-up coiling low, but he held back, savoring the raw connection, the way her eyes fluttered half-closed in pleasure.
She broke the kiss, nipping at his jaw, her hands sliding down to squeeze his ass, urging him on. “Harder,” she urged softly, her breath hot on his neck.
Teddy obeyed, his strokes growing more insistent, though limited by his size, the urgency making up for it in frantic rhythm. The dog’s tail thumped again, a soft reminder of the world beyond their heated bubble, but it only amped the exhibitionism, the fear of being caught twisting desire into something sharper.
Their bodies moved in sync, skin slapping lightly, her jacket rustling with each push. Teddy’s mind raced with the vulnerability of it all—naked, fucking a stranger outdoors, his tiny dick lost in her warmth but bringing her evident joy. Shame and craving intertwined, pushing him closer to the edge, her whispered encouragements like fuel to the fire. The night stretched around them, full of possibility, the tension building toward whatever raw release awaited in this daring, open-air embrace.
She pulled back slightly from the kiss, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and hunger as she leaned against the rough bark of a nearby tree. The wood scraped lightly against her jacket, but she didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she spread her legs wider, the yoga pants bunched around her thighs, her pussy fully exposed now to the cool night air.
The invitation was clear, her slick pussy lips parting slightly, glistening in the faint moonlight that filtered through the branches. Teddy’s breath hitched, his tiny dick still buried inside her, twitching at the sight. He hesitated for a split second, insecurity gnawing at the edges of his desire. How could he satisfy her like this, with so little to offer?
But her gaze held no judgment, only a bold curiosity that pulled him forward. Emboldened, Teddy gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh above her pants. He thrust harder, defying the doubt in his mind with urgent, sweaty movements. Each push drove his micropenis deeper into her warmth, the shallow penetration making up for its size with raw intensity. Her pussy clenched around him, hot and wet, accommodating his every slide with ease that both humiliated and thrilled him.
Sweat beaded on Teddy’s bare skin, trickling down his back and chest, making his body glisten under the sparse light. Their bodies pressed tight, her clothed torso rubbing against his naked one, the friction of fabric on skin sending sparks through him. He could feel the heat of her through her jacket, the way her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples hard against the material. His heart raced, shame twisting with the electric thrill of exposure, every thrust a declaration against his insecurities.
“Yes, just like that,” she moaned loudly, her voice carrying into the night, unconcerned about who might hear.
The sound encouraged him, her encouragement cutting through the fog of his self-doubt. Teddy’s face flushed hotter, the erotic humiliation blooming as he realized how desperate he must look—naked, pumping frantically into her despite his small size. But she met his eyes, her lips parted in genuine pleasure, her hands clutching his shoulders for support.
“Don’t hold back,” she urged, her tone husky, breath coming in sharp gasps that matched his own.
He didn’t.
Teddy’s hips snapped forward with more force, his tiny dick sliding in and out of her slick pussy in a rhythm that built relentlessly. The wet sounds of their joining filled the air, mingling with her louder moans and his ragged breaths. Her leg hooked higher around his waist, pulling him closer, her clit grinding against his base with each desperate fuck. He felt her wetness coating him, dripping down his balls, the sensation overwhelming in its rawness.
Their skin slapped together lightly, her pants rustling as she shifted to take him deeper. Teddy’s mind reeled with the mix of it all: the cool breeze teasing his sweat-slicked ass, the earthy scent of her arousal heavy in the air, the way her pussy fluttered around his shaft as if it craved more even from so little.
“You’re making me so wet,” she whispered between gasps, her nails raking down his back, leaving faint trails that burned pleasurably.
Tension coiled tighter in Teddy’s core, his balls drawing up as the build-up intensified. Shame and desire intertwined, pushing him toward the edge, every thrust a blend of vulnerability and need. She arched against the tree, her body trembling now, pussy gripping him in rhythmic pulses that mirrored his own rising release. He leaned in, capturing her mouth again in a messy kiss, tongues sliding as he fucked her harder, chasing the shared peak.
Her hands roamed lower, one cupping his ass to guide his movements, the other tangling in his hair. “Cum for me,” she breathed against his lips, her voice a sultry command that sent shivers down his spine.
Teddy groaned into her mouth, the words igniting the fire low in his belly. His tiny dick throbbed inside her, the friction building to an unbearable heat. They moved together, bodies slick and urgent, the night holding its breath around them as release hovered just out of reach, promising more in the shadows.
Teddy’s body tensed, the coil of tension snapping as her words pushed him over the brink. His hips jerked violently, the tiny dick buried deep inside her wet pussy pulsing with frantic urgency. Each spasm sent waves of heat through him, his release crashing like a storm he’d held back too long. He groaned loudly, the sound raw and unrestrained, echoing into the night as hot cum spilled inside her, filling her with short, desperate bursts.
Trembling with the intensity of it, Teddy’s knees buckled slightly, his naked frame shuddering against hers. His micropenis throbbed in her warmth, the slick grip of her pussy milking every drop from him.
She held him steady, her arms wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer as his orgasm ripped through. Sweat dripped from his brow, mixing with the earthy scent of their arousal hanging heavy in the air. The distant hum of traffic reminded him of the world just beyond the trees, heightening the intimacy of their secret union. His breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving against her jacket, the fabric rough against his bare skin.
As the tremors faded, she smiled up at him, her eyes soft in the moonlight, her lips curving with a gentle satisfaction that eased the knot of insecurity in his gut. She pressed close, her body still flush against his, the warmth of her pussy cradling his softening dick. Leaning in, she kissed his sweaty, flushed face tenderly—first his forehead, then the corner of his mouth, her lips lingering with a sweetness that contrasted the raw urgency of moments before.
Teddy’s heart pounded, not just from the release but from the quiet connection blooming in its wake. Who was she? This stranger who’d seen him at his most exposed and chosen to join him anyway. The kiss deepened briefly, her tongue brushing his in a lazy exploration, tasting the salt on his skin.
They caught their breath together, skin slick and cooling in the night breeze. Her hands traced slow circles on his back, soothing the faint scratches she’d left earlier, while Teddy rested his forehead against hers. The moonlight watched over them, casting silvery glows on their tangled forms—the rumpled yoga pants around her thighs, his nakedness still bared to the elements.
Quiet moments stretched, filled only by the soft rustle of leaves and the occasional distant bark from her dog, now settled nearby. Teddy felt a profound mix of exhaustion and elation, the erotic humiliation lingering like a warm ache. He’d come undone in public, his tiny dick spent inside her, yet she’d made him feel desired, powerful in his vulnerability.
“That was… incredible,” she whispered, her voice husky and close, breath mingling with his.
He nodded, words failing him, but his shaky smile said enough.
Reluctantly, Teddy pulled back, his dick slipping free from her with a wet sound that made him flush anew. Cum trickled down her thigh, a visible mark of their passion, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away, the sight stirring a fresh wave of thrill and shame. She straightened her pants slowly, watching him with that same curious gleam, adjusting her jacket as if nothing extraordinary had happened. But Teddy knew it had—his naked drive had led to this raw, outdoor connection, defying his deepest insecurities.
Teddy climbed back into his car, still naked. She lingered close, her hand brushing his arm one last time, a silent promise or farewell—he couldn’t tell. “Drive safe,” she murmured, stepping back toward the path, her dog rising to follow.
Teddy watched her go, the moonlight fading her silhouette into the shadows, a mix of longing and wonder settling in his chest. The night air cooled his flushed skin, but the memory of her touch burned on, leaving him craving the next bare-skinned adventure under the stars.
The End.
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