Swingers Stories-A Change of Opinion

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The reasons he bought one, the "whys" and "wherefores" are not a part of my little tale and so I shall omit them. The point is that he showed up one night at our rendezvous place with a van. Quell horror! You see, we carpool together to meetings twice weekly and all I could think was what the others in our group would say. Oh the comments were bound to be vicious! He wasn't particularly fond of vans himself, however, during that evening's trip to the meeting, he took the time to mention the things that he DID like about it. He quickly pointed out to me that the back seat of the van folded down into a bed… and that there was some really dark privacy glass back there. The possibilities this presented started to play around in my mind and I began to actually that him owning a van might be a good thing. It made all the difference in the world. I could get through the teasing if it meant some interesting playtime with my Honey. Although nothing much happened that night, the wheels were set in motion The next meeting night, I was careful to bring some extra clothing with me, stashing them in my briefcase… Once the meeting was over, I changed into a skirt and we went out with some of our friends for the usual, expected few beers apiece. After saying good-bye to everyone, we headed back to the small town where my car was waiting. I wasn't too surprised when he passed by the lot where my car stared at us accusingly. A short way up the road, he turned into the parking lot of a well-known chain hotel and parked the van as far away from the main entrance as possible. It was a good location. The parking lot lights shone on the glass at the back of the vehicle and yet no light shone through it. The privacy glass was at its optimum opacity. During the drive back, we had talked and laughed, all the while holding hands and touching each other. Several times he had raised my hand to his lips and kissed it, the action promising more to come. Now that we were stopped and the engine turned off, the mood was anything other than playful. We hugged and kissed each other briefly before he made his way to the back of the minivan and dropped the last seat down into a small, but comfortable little bed. I followed behind and found myself quickly maneuvered down onto my back as he settled in on my left side. The parking lot lights provided us with plenty of illumination, while shielding us from the view of those outside. All was quiet save for the sound of cars passing on the interstate nearby. It was eerie being able to see so much through those huge, all-surrounding windows, yet knowing that we ourselves were hidden from sight. My wayward thoughts on our location were quickly diverted when my love leaned down and began kissing me in earnest. His hands moved over my thighs and torso, as his mouth alternately nibbled at my lips and then kissing me soundly. As his tongue began dancing with my own, I felt myself become amazingly wet. I had been so aroused all evening, anticipating this, that it took very little to push me nearly to the edge. In my mind I was begging him to touch me more, to peel away my shirt and he didn't disappoint me. No sooner had the wish been made, than his hands moved over the front of my shirt, cupping my breasts and rubbing them soundly before impatiently sliding beneath. He surprised me by giving each nipple a flick with his thumb before sliding his hands around my sides to my back. Nibbling at the sensitive skin below my ear, he attempted to unhook the garment, but after several failed tries, his head moved back far enough to look me in the eye as he laughed at his predicament. I laughed along with him, but as I reached back to help him, he playfully swatted my hands away and suddenly the bra was unhooked. Triumphantly, he pulled it away from my breasts and pushed it, along with my shirt, up, exposing me to his greedy gaze. His eyes lingered only a moment before his head dipped down low to suck and worry first one nipple, then the other. I writhed and moaned softly at the sensations he was causing, which seemed to urge him onward. His head came up and he watched me squirm as his fingers tweaked my nipples. Before I could even recover from the shock, his left hand slipped downward, slowly pushed my skirt up and climbed under it to my crotch. His breath caught in his throat when he realized that I wore no undies. Quickly he glanced around the parking lot as he moved his fingers over my clit and separated my folds. As he discovered how wet and slick I was, he let out a trill, a wavering noise all his own, which I had only ever heard him make when something had really excited him. His breathing deepened as his fingers delved further, quickly slipping inside me and moving in a circular motion. By then my hips were arching up of their own accord, lifting my ass nearly off the seat. I was in heaven, groaning at the feel of him, but he was only just warming up… As he removed his fingers, I took advantage of my sudden ability to draw breath and slipped my own hand down the front of his pants and into his underwear. Encircling his very solid erection with my fingers, I found him nearly as wet as I was. Gasping with arousal at my discovery, I only just managed to rub his slick secretions over his penis before his own fingers found my clit again. I froze and closed my eyes as his fingers began massaging me in a slow, circular motion. It was hard to think or even breath it felt so good Somehow I managed to concentrate enough to move my own hand, gripping his hard cock tightly and sliding slowly up and down its length. He groaned in response and applied more pressure to my clit as he speeded up his motion. I could feel him watching me as my breath caught in my throat and my free hand came up to clutch at his shoulder. My entire body tensed up as the pleasure built until I felt as though I would burst. A final bit of pressure on his part pushed me over the edge. I fought to keep from screaming as I came hard, my body shaking. Read more: 1 2

A Change of Opinion (chapter 1)
I used to hate minivans. In my opinion there was only one thing worse and that was a full sized van! Most of the time, when you end up behind one, you're in a no-passing zone and the van is going 10 miles below the speed limit. And then again, you can't exactly see around one. You can't tell what traffic up ahead is doing and so you are completely at the mercy of the Van's driver, and let's face it - anyone who can't keep to within 5 miles of the speed limit has questionable judgment.
My story begins when my boyfriend bought a minivan. The reasons he bought one, the "whys" and "wherefores" are not a part of my little tale and so I shall omit them. The point is that he showed up one night at our rendezvous place with a van. Quell horror! You see, we carpool together to meetings twice weekly and all I could think was what the others in our group would say. Oh the comments were bound to be vicious!
He wasn't particularly fond of vans himself, however, during that evening's trip to the meeting, he took the time to mention the things that he DID like about it. He quickly pointed out to me that the back seat of the van folded down into a bed… and that there was some really dark privacy glass back there. The possibilities this presented started to play around in my mind and I began to actually that him owning a van might be a good thing. It made all the difference in the world. I could get through the teasing if it meant some interesting playtime with my Honey.
Although nothing much happened that night, the wheels were set in motion
The next meeting night, I was careful to bring some extra clothing with me, stashing them in my briefcase… Once the meeting was over, I changed into a skirt and we went out with some of our friends for the usual, expected few beers apiece.
After saying good-bye to everyone, we headed back to the small town where my car was waiting. I wasn't too surprised when he passed by the lot where my car stared at us accusingly. A short way up the road, he turned into the parking lot of a well-known chain hotel and parked the van as far away from the main entrance as possible. It was a good location. The parking lot lights shone on the glass at the back of the vehicle and yet no light shone through it. The privacy glass was at its optimum opacity.
During the drive back, we had talked and laughed, all the while holding hands and touching each other. Several times he had raised my hand to his lips and kissed it, the action promising more to come. Now that we were stopped and the engine turned off, the mood was anything other than playful.
We hugged and kissed each other briefly before he made his way to the back of the minivan and dropped the last seat down into a small, but comfortable little bed. I followed behind and found myself quickly maneuvered down onto my back as he settled in on my left side.
The parking lot lights provided us with plenty of illumination, while shielding us from the view of those outside. All was quiet save for the sound of cars passing on the interstate nearby. It was eerie being able to see so much through those huge, all-surrounding windows, yet knowing that we ourselves were hidden from sight.

My wayward thoughts on our location were quickly diverted when my love leaned down and began kissing me in earnest. His hands moved over my thighs and torso, as his mouth alternately nibbled at my lips and then kissing me soundly. As his tongue began dancing with my own, I felt myself become amazingly wet. I had been so aroused all evening, anticipating this, that it took very little to push me nearly to the edge. In my mind I was begging him to touch me more, to peel away my shirt and he didn't disappoint me.
No sooner had the wish been made, than his hands moved over the front of my shirt, cupping my breasts and rubbing them soundly before impatiently sliding beneath. He surprised me by giving each nipple a flick with his thumb before sliding his hands around my sides to my back. Nibbling at the sensitive skin below my ear, he attempted to unhook the garment, but after several failed tries, his head moved back far enough to look me in the eye as he laughed at his predicament. I laughed along with him, but as I reached back to help him, he playfully swatted my hands away and suddenly the bra was unhooked.
Triumphantly, he pulled it away from my breasts and pushed it, along with my shirt, up, exposing me to his greedy gaze. His eyes lingered only a moment before his head dipped down low to suck and worry first one nipple, then the other.
I writhed and moaned softly at the sensations he was causing, which seemed to urge him onward. His head came up and he watched me squirm as his fingers tweaked my nipples. Before I could even recover from the shock, his left hand slipped downward, slowly pushed my skirt up and climbed under it to my crotch.
His breath caught in his throat when he realized that I wore no undies. Quickly he glanced around the parking lot as he moved his fingers over my clit and separated my folds. As he discovered how wet and slick I was, he let out a trill, a wavering noise all his own, which I had only ever heard him make when something had really excited him. His breathing deepened as his fingers delved further, quickly slipping inside me and moving in a circular motion.
By then my hips were arching up of their own accord, lifting my ass nearly off the seat. I was in heaven, groaning at the feel of him, but he was only just warming up…
As he removed his fingers, I took advantage of my sudden ability to draw breath and slipped my own hand down the front of his pants and into his underwear. Encircling his very solid erection with my fingers, I found him nearly as wet as I was. Gasping with arousal at my discovery, I only just managed to rub his slick secretions over his penis before his own fingers found my clit again.
I froze and closed my eyes as his fingers began massaging me in a slow, circular motion. It was hard to think or even breath it felt so good
Somehow I managed to concentrate enough to move my own hand, gripping his hard cock tightly and sliding slowly up and down its length. He groaned in response and applied more pressure to my clit as he speeded up his motion.
I could feel him watching me as my breath caught in my throat and my free hand came up to clutch at his shoulder. My entire body tensed up as the pleasure built until I felt as though I would burst. A final bit of pressure on his part pushed me over the edge. I fought to keep from screaming as I came hard, my body shaking.