My Non-Binary Ass Is Saved By This Sentient Parking Spot In The Pounding Zone, Which You Can Park In After Six Unless Otherwise Marked

Toni isn’t the best at time management, always cutting things a little too close. On the eve of their friend’s surprise birthday party, however, Toni pledges a punctual arrival. Unfortunately, Toni once again find themselves running behind, and terrified by the prospect of no parking upon their arrival.

Toni finds a parking spot in the pounding zone, a pink curbed section reserved for those who are taking or giving a pound. While they’re not interested in a sexual encounter just yet, these spots become free spaces after six.

Everything changes, however, when Toni meets Wilty, the physical manifestation of this very parking zone. Soon enough, these non-binary lovers are discovering this spot may have been even more appropriate than they thought, coming together in a hardcore encounter.

This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling non-binary human on physical manifestation action.

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MY NON-BINARY ASS IS SAVED BY THIS SENTIENT PARKING SPOT IN THE POUNDING ZONE, WHICH YOU CAN PARK IN AFTER SIX UNLESS OTHERWISE MARKED

By Chuck Tingle

“Hello?” I start, answering the phone after a few rings and pressing it awkwardly against my shoulder. I’m right in the middle of cleaning this apartment, and my hands are full, but based on who’s calling I figure this is important enough to pick up.

Tonight’s a big night, and the last thing I wanna do is mess it up.

“Hey Toni,” my friend Lisa offers. “This is your reminder to be at the restaurant at seven tonight.”

“I know,” I reply. “It says that on the invitation you sent over.”

“Yeah, but this is your reminder to really be at the restaurant at seven,” she continues. “

I let out a long sigh, recognizing why she’s taking pains to tell me this but still a little frustrated with the assumption.

“I’ll be there on time,” I assure Lisa. “This is my best friend’s surprise birthday party, there’s no way I’m gonna be late.”

“Of course not,” Lisa continues. “However, if you did happen to be late, you might run into Jordan on the way inside and that would lead to a whole lot of awkward questions. You could even miss the big surprise.”

“I understand,” I offer with a laugh, giving her a full half of my attention. The rest of my brain is still focused on getting this cleaning done.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Lisa finishes, then hangs up.

I find myself wondering if I’m the only one who got a reminder phone call and eventually decide this is probably the case. I have a habit of cutting things a little to close to the deadline, and while this typically isn’t a problem, you can find yourself pretty screwed over when bad luck strikes.

Plan ahead, everyone tells me, but it’s a habit that has never quite stuck.

Until today.

Lisa’s correct to make sure everything is just right this evening, because our friend Jordan deserves it. They’ve been a constant rock throughout my life, and the least I could do is make it to their birthday party on time.

I’ve already made a promise to myself, a promise I’ll do anything to keep. I’m not gonna be late to Jordan’s celebration.

However, dinner is a long ways away, and until then I plan on getting some much needed cleaning done.

I dive back into my housework, music blasting as I make my way around the apartment. I’ve been focused on the kitchen for quite a while, but it’s time I finally moved into the living room for some deep cleaning behind the couch and bookshelf. After that, I’ll change over laundry loads and hopefully return to place some freshly sparkling dishes in their rightful compartments.

If I hunker down and really focus, I’ll have no problem leaving a little early for Jordan’s party.

The next few hours fly by in a strange haze, working my way through various cleaning tasks in a zone that feels reserved for high profile athletes or genius mathematicians. I’m breathtakingly focused, intent on getting as much done as I possibly can.

The results speak for themselves, and as I finally step back to take my first break I’m utterly shocked by just how much I’ve accomplished.

“Amazing,” I state, the single word falling out of my lips as I give myself a moment to appreciate this hard work.

I’ll be finished well before I need to leave for Jordan’s party.

Satisfied with myself, I check the clock to see just how much extra time I’ll have, at which point an icy chill shoots through my veins. I’m frozen in place, struggling to compute this digital readout sitting atop the bookshelf.

Something must have come unplugged when I was moving furniture around, I suddenly realize. The time is off because I’ve accidentally cut the power.

To confirm this theory, I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, at which point a startled yelp escapes my lips.

“Oh no,” I blurt, staring down at the illuminated screen.

It’s six thirty, and it’ll take a half hour just to get to the restaurant. If I leave immediately and absolutely nothing goes wrong, I won’t be late, but I’m cutting it close.

I spring into action with abrupt ferocity, leaving everything exactly where it is and marching towards the door of my apartment. I grab my gift and my jacket, then head out into the hallway and down three flights of stairs.

All the while, I can’t stop scolding myself for losing track of time. How did I manage to let the day get away from me like this?

I erupt into my building’s parking garage and climb into my car, pulling out with a screech and taking off into the night. I start praying for a series of green lights, anxiously checking the clock in my dashboard as time ticks onward.

“Come on, come on, come on,” I’m repeating to myself, as though this little mantra could part traffic like I’m some automotive biblical saint.

Typically, I’d be listening to music right now, but I’m much too focused. My eyes are glued to the road before me, taking every opportunity I can get to shave off a little time from this desperate commute.

The whole drive is tense and uncomfortable, but the second I see the restaurant come into view I feel a wave of sweet relief wash over me. I’ve kept a great pace, and at this point all I need to do is park, hurry into the back room, and wait to surprise my friend.

Unfortunately, my relief is short lived. A single word begins to repeat in my head over and over again, hammering away in an endless feedback loop as my heart skips a beat.

Park. Park. Park. Park.

When I’d calculated my arrival time, this is one thing I’d forgotten to consider. I’m now in the heart of downtown, a place where parking is notoriously difficult to find. It’s especially bad around dinner, which means the alarm bells are already ringing in my head.

I can see it now, circling the block for hours while the party rages on inside, not just showing up late, but barely showing up at all.

It sounds crazy, but the exaggeration is not quite as strong as you’d think. I’ve circled for a very, very long time down here, only to park a half mile away.

I hold my breath as the restaurant closes in, my eyes scanning the blocks that lead up to this familiar structure. The closer I get, the better the parking spot, which means my odds of finding anything are plummeting by the second. To find a spot now would be utterly miraculous.

Suddenly, my eyes catch a blank section within a nearby row of cars.

A jolt of shock erupts through my body as I hit my blinker and slide into this open spot, parking abruptly and shutting off my car.

“Oh my god,” I gush, struggling to make sense of what just happened.

I climb out and hurry over to the curb, double checking the validity of this incredibly fortunate parking spot. A beautiful pink swath of paint runs down the curb, something that would usually prompt me to sigh in disappointment but instead has me surging with utter joy.

Any pink curb within the city of Billings is a ‘pound zone’, a parking space only available for use if you’re going to pound or be pounded.

As nice as that sounds, my best friend’s surprise birthday party is not exactly the time nor the place for something like that. Besides, I need to stay focused on actually getting there.

This, of course, is where the fine print comes in. Pound zones have strict enforcement during weekday afternoons, but at six they become free for anyone to use, regardless of pounding status.

In other words, I’ve gotten incredibly lucky.

The clock running low, I head directly for the front door of the restaurant, slipping inside and making my way to the back.

Lisa’s eyes go wide with happiness as I enter our private room, thrilled that her warnings have translated into action.

“Oh my god, you’re here,” she blurts, offering a warm hug. “And with time to spare.”

“Maybe no time to space, actually,” another friend chimes in. “I just got a text. They’re heading up the front steps.”

Everyone hushes and crouches down behind their tables, the lights dimming as we struggle to make this back room appear as uninhabited as possible. The whole time, I can’t help dwelling on just how fortunate I’ve been tonight. Had I circled the block looking for a parking spot, I’d likely still be out there.

Even worse, I might’ve run into Jordan on the way in.

But tonight things to have somehow gone in my favor, and thanks to an untapped free parking zone, I’m about to have a really great evening with some of my closest friends.

The door before us suddenly opens, Jordan and their partner strolling in with confused looks.

Jordan glances over at the host who’s lead them here, a confused look plastered upon their face. “You sure this part of the restaurant is even open?” they question. “Can we just sit up front?”

Immediately, some subliminal psychic energy pulses through our group of tucked away friends, the mob deciding in unison that now is our time to strike. We leap from our hiding spots as lights flash on and illuminate the beautifully set tables.

“Surprise!” I cry out, my voice joining the chorus to create a powerful, booming cry.

Jordan nearly jumps out of their skin, falling back and clutching their chest and then immediately switching into an eruption of good natured laughter.

The party immediately transitions into a long detour of drinks and socializing, chocolate milks pouring and glasses clinking. We’ll eat soon enough, but after hiding out in the dark for so long it seems like everyone is ready to mingle.

I know most of the folks here, but a few of them are peripheral friends that I haven’t had a chance to spend time with. A handful of others I’ve never seen before, completely new to the friend group.

As I sip on my chocolate milk and scan the room, it’s one of these unknown figures who catches my eye.

My gaze stops on a gorgeous parking meter, breathtakingly attractive and immediately capturing my attention. There’s something strangely alluring about them, even from all the way across the room.

Our eyes meet and the sentient parking meter smiles, prompting my eyes to glance away. When my gaze cautiously returns, I find the meter is still gazing at me, and this time a playful smile works its way across their face.

I’m not usually one to approach in situations like this, but somehow their confidence isn’t as imposing as you might expect. There’s something about the smile of this parking meter that makes it even easier to say hello.

I stroll over, struggling to come up with an opening line and then finally landing on the one genuine question that’s been simmering within me this whole time.

“Do I know you?” I finally question. “I feel like I know you from somewhere.”

The parking meter chuckles, then nods. “The name is Wilty,” they offer, extending a hand. “We met outside.”

“I’m Toni,” I reply, taking their hand and shaking it firmly.

I’m trying not to admit that I’m still utterly confused, but eventually the awkwardness is too much.

“I’m sorry,” I finally continue. “Where outside?”

Wilty nods with understanding. “It’s okay. You probably don’t remember me because pink parking zones don’t have meters, but technically I’m not actually a meter anyway. I’m a physical manifestation.”

My eyes go wide as a long “ohhhh yeah” escapes my lips.

“Technically speaking I’m the physical manifestation of the pounding zone, which you can park in after six unless otherwise marked,” they continue. “Wilty is easier though.”

“I’ve heard so much about you!” I finally admit, realizing now that Jordan had mentioned this new friend. “I hope this is okay to mention, but I also use they and them pronouns!”

It appears Wilty and I have evenmore in common than I thought. To celebrate this camaraderie the two of us give an excited high five.

“Totally okay to mention,” the physical manifestation confirms.

The two of us take long, satisfying gulps of our chocolate milks in unison.

“Thank you so much for saving my ass out there,” I offer. “I was pretty close to ruining this whole night.”

“My pleasure,” the sentient parking meter retorts.

“Seems like a lot of people don’t realize you can park in those spots after six,” I continue.

Wilty raises an eyebrow slightly, clearly amused by something I’ve said. “I mean, you can park in them whenever you want,” they finally offer. “As long as you’re pounding.”

Tension surges between us, this visceral erotic charge arriving like a lightning bolt and shocking my system. I take another long sip from my chocolate milk, gazing at this physical manifestation over the top of my glass.

Suddenly, our moment of bubbling pressure is broken by an announcement from Lisa.

“Alright everyone!” my friend calls out. “Let’s have a seat and order some food!”

Wilty and I separate as we wander over to our assigned seats, but the connection we’ve made lingers. Our gazes keep meeting throughout the course of the meal, connecting over and over against with these tiny wordless moments that are clearly building toward something more.

All the while, I keep taking down copious amounts of chocolate milk, slipping deeper into an attitude I haven’t had in a very long time: I wanna party.

It’s not long until dinner has ended and our group of revelers take off to a bar down the street, and then another, and another. Time stretches and contracts around me in a blur, every event leading to the next with perfect harmony as we find ourselves having more and more fun.

I sober up around midnight, but the party doesn’t end there. We all decide to head over to Lisa’s place, which is also in the neighborhood, and at that point it feels like the whole celebration just begins again.

All the while, Wilty and I grow closer and closer, chatting it up like we’re old friends who haven’t seen each other in years. The sexual tension is certainly still there, but now something even more powerful simmers just below it. We’re connecting on a level that’s potent, meaningful and deeply emotional.

When the party finally ends, Wilty offers to walk me back to my car, which is still parked outside the restaurant.

Soon enough, the two of us are strolling through the city streets as the morning glow begins to blossom around us, filling the world with a warm, luminous wash. The sky breaks with golden light above, casting long shadows that stretch on and on.

“That was a really nice night,” I tell them. “We should hang out again sometime.”

“That sounds really nice,” the living parking meter agrees.

“How about next-” I start, then halt abruptly when I catch sight of the parking enforcement officer prowling around my car. “Hey!”

I jog over, watching in horror as the officer scribbles out a ticket.

“Wait! It’s after six!” I cry out.

The officer glances up at me, then shrugs. “Well, after six at night you’d be correct,” he states firmly. “Unfortunately, it’s after six in the morning. This is now a pound zone.”

I start protesting then stop, my words catching in my throat as a horrifying realization washes over me. I’d been so caught up thinking about when my free parking started, I’d completely forgotten about when it ends.

“How much is the ticket?” I stammer.

The parking enforcement officer glances down at a ticket in his hand. “You’re looking at a four thousand dollar fine.”

“A what?” I blurt.

I sense a presence on my left as Wilty approaches, the physical manifestation of the pounding zone, which you can park in after six unless otherwise marked, stepping up next to me. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” Wilty offers. “They’re about to pound, or be pounded. This is the correct zone for them to be parked in.”

The officer eyes me skeptically.

“I’m literally the physical manifestation of this zone,” Wilty continues. “I think I’d know.”

Finally, the officer nods and tears off his half-written ticket. He crumples it up and tosses it into a nearby trashcan. “Sorry about that,” he offers.

Wilty and me nod as the man continues on his way, searching for more parking infractions to punish.

The second he disappears around the corner a sigh of relief escapes my lips. I turn to Wilty, overwhelmed with gratitude. “Thank you so much,” I gush.

“Not a problem,” they reply.

I hesitate. “I guess that means we’ve gotta pound now,” I finally muster the courage to joke.

The physical manifestation laughs. “Just make sure you move your car before he comes back. Have a good one.”

With that, Wilty turns and starts making their way off into the golden morning haze.

Our encounter could easily end right here, but I suddenly find a simple word of protest bubbling up from within me. “Wait!” I cry out.

The physical manifestation turns back to face me.

“What if I want to get pounded,” I continue.

Wilty cracks a smile.

Soon enough, the two of us are hurrying around the corner to a secluded alley. The second we’re the slightest bit hidden away we erupt in a fit of passion, kissing one another with feverish intensity.

Our hands explore each other’s bodies, tearing away the clothing that separates my skin from their metal and tossing it to the side. I begin to work my way down the meter’s hard form, kissing across their chest and onto their stomach.

Lower and lower I drift, dropping to my knees and gazing up at them with feverish intensity.

“One second,” the meter suddenly blurts.

The physical manifestation of the pounding zone, which you can park in after six unless otherwise marked, pops open the top of their head and pulls out a pink strap-on dildo, which they quickly attach to the front of their body. They close their head back up.

“What’s this?” I coo seductively.

“My cock,” the parking meter informs me.

“Looks tasty,” I offer, then open wide and take the physical manifestation’s shaft between my lips.

I immediately get to work, bobbing my head up and down Wilty’s massive dick. I suck them off with wild enthusiasm, showing them just how excited I am about our little encounter. With every movement of my head across this giant shaft I pick up speed, until eventually I simply can’t go any faster.

At this point, I begin a different approach. I pull back with a frantic gasp, taking a moment to collect myself as I size up Wilty’s cock. Next, I slip their shaft between my lips yet again, only this time speed is the last thing on my mind.

I take the physical manifestation’s dick slowly, sliding them deeper and deeper into my gullet with breathtaking ease. Somehow, I manage to relax myself completely, their cock plunging well past the expected limits of my gag reflex until it reaches the hilt.

I find myself in an expertly performed deep throat, my face pressed up hard against the metal of Wilty’s body. We remain in this position for as long as I can manage, showing off my oral skills until finally pulling back for a massive gulp of air.

I’m belligerent with lust now, completely overwhelmed with my desire for this gloriously attractive physical manifestation.

“Fuck me,” I demand.

Most of my clothing has already been stripped away, but I pull off the rest to reveal my fully nude body and expose myself to the cool morning air. The light dances across me as I fall forward and pop my ass out towards Wilty, playfully wiggling it from side to side.

I reach back and give my rump a slap, then coax them onward with the hook of a single playful finger.

“What are you waiting for?” I continue.

The physical manifestation of the pounding zone, which you can park in after six, climbs down into position behind me, aligning their cock with my waiting entrance. I can feel them teasing me for a moment, testing my edge and then pulling back until I’m forced to beg in a lustful growl.

“Get in there!” I command.

Finally, Wilty pushes forward, impaling me across their length. I let out a startled gasp, not entirely prepared for the size of this massive rod. Taking their cock between my lips had been one thing, but this new penetration is something entirely different.

For as ravenous as we are, the two of us start off incredibly slow. In fact, for the first minute or so neither of us move much at all. Instead, I lean back and turn my head to kiss the gorgeous parking meter behind me, enjoying the way it feels to be pressed against one another. All the ache that’s been building up between us has finally released in this moment of primal lovemaking, but somehow the fire behind it doesn’t change. The feelings we have for one another keep building like some strange, endless flame, unquelled as we continue to spend them.

Eventually, our bodies begin to rub against one another, steady at first as I take note of every new sensation building within me. I can feel the faint blossom of an impending orgasm bubble up from the pit of my stomach, flooding across my form in a powerful wave.

Faster and faster the two of us pump, quickly finding a rhythm that suits us both. The pleasure moves between us like a feedback loop, passed back and forth at ever-escalating volumes.

I can sense the warmth that builds within me as it spills across my arms and legs, fully consuming my form as I tremble and quake. The threat of an impending orgasm looms large above, but I refuse to give in just yet.

Wilty is hammering away with everything they’ve got, slamming into my depths with reckless abandon as we lose ourselves in a crashing sea of pleasure. With every plunge I can feel my discipline falling away, a potential climax now impossible to control.

At long last, the full force of these sensations erupt within me. I throw my head back and let out a wild, blissed out scream, completely losing myself in the moment. It feels as though every sense I’ve got is on fire, the pleasure too much for my physical form to maintain. Instead, I find myself leaving my body, floating above it all and gazing down in wonder.

This is the best orgasm of my life.

Wilty carries me through this glorious experience with absolute grace, never letting up as they keep a pace with their slams. Their timing is impeccable, and when I finally finish this physical manifestation erupts with a climax of their own.

“Oh fuck!” Wilty crys, trembling and quaking as they hammer against me. I can feel every muscle of their perfect parking meter form tense and release in unison, a wave of ecstasy possessing their body and then finally expelling into the great unknown.

When the two of us finish we collapse in a heap, panting with exhaustion.

“That was incredible,” I gush, basking in this moment of complete satisfaction.

“You wanna see something cool?” Wilty questions.

I nod, and soon enough I’m pulling on my clothes to follow Wilty down the alley a little farther. We arrive at a metal ladder attached on the side of this building, then carefully scale it up to the rooftop.

When I reach to top, I turn around to find one of the most beautiful views I’ve ever seen, a glorious sunrise casting its warmth across the city below.

“I’m really glad we met tonight,” I offer, then stop myself. “I mean, last night. It’s kind of crazy to think all this happened because of an open parking spot I just kinda lucked into.”

The physical manifestation smiles and puts their arm around me, pulling me close. “You never know when you’re gonna find a spot that just… fits,” they reply.