While we are having
drink, you ask if I want to try out my new lipstick. It's supposed to last
24hrs, and I haven't been able to get off since I put it on. I really want to wrap my pretty red lips
around your cock and see if it comes off, so I'm game. We make our way out to
the car, but I'm not sure if you just want to make out or if you want
more. I'm parked behind some stores, so
it's somewhat secluded, but since it's a holiday weekend, there are people
everywhere. As we approach the car, I
open the front door and you open the back. I smile as you climb in, and close
my door without getting in. Now I know
for sure, you want what I really want.
Asking you out for drinks doesn't always lead to fun, but I really
fucking need a little fun today. I eagerly
jump in the back seat with you.
Before I get to say
anything or even look at you, your hand is already in my hair pulling hard, and
your lips lock onto mine, kissing me deeply.
I'm in heaven. My hand wraps around
your neck and pulls you closer, as my need builds. Your free hand reaches up
and finds its place around my neck. I
choke very easily and usually tense when anyone is near my neck, but my god, I
love your hand as it rests there, gripping me ever so slightly. I can hear you talking to me about how much
you like my red lips and how much you wanted this since reading my Coming Home email. I never know how you do
this, as it never feels like you stop kissing me. Your hand drops from my neck down
between my legs and rub through my jeans. I instinctively move closer and moan
quietly as you rub again. Your
kiss ease up and you let me have a little control for change. Asking me if this
was the control I was looking for from my email. It is, but as usual, I prefer it when you are
in control. At one time I loved my
control, these days though, I prefer to give control over to you. My mind might want to take over from time to
time, but that is an internal struggle I'm not sure either of us really
wants.
I move my own hand
down between your legs and find you are already undoing your drawstrings. Red
ones, I might add. Don't know why, but the colors always fascinate me. I'm watching intently and thinking to myself
about how excited I am to do this. I've dreamed a few times about doing this in
the car, and now I actually get to do it. In broad daylight too. Makes the
exhibitionist in me do cartwheels. I go
back to kissing you while I patiently wait for you to pull my prize out. I continue to kiss you when I hear your
request to stroke your cock. Reaching down, I take you in my hand and I feel
myself start to get wet. I'm trying be
careful since my hand is dry, but I have been waiting for a while to get my
hands on you again and am just too excited.
I look down to see
your hard cock waiting for me and greedily take it in my mouth. So perfectly ready for me. This time, I have
far more confidence and get right to what I know you like best. I hear you tell
me to show you what you've taught me but I'm already well on my way. I do so love to hear you instruct me
though. I take you all the way in a
couple of times just to get you wet. I
stop cold though when I hear your command.
I wonder what the problem could be when you tell me you want to help get
my hair out of the way. Hand in my hair guiding me, I work again to make you cum. We are out in the open, so my sense of
urgency is certainly heightened. Heightened, but I'm for sure going to enjoy
every minute of this. I hear your
approval come in soft moans and my name being released, myself getting wetter
with your every moan. I'm watching your
cock as I work it close to the tip, the shaft perfectly wet and my hand working
diligently to help my mouth.
Your balls are up
out of your pants as well and they are just calling out to me to be
handled. So I reach down in your pants, run my fingers
against your ass and bring my hand up to cup your balls. A soft command for me
to come up and kiss you and I eagerly comply.
Anything to kiss you again. I can
feel you working yourself, getting closer to the edge while I do. Closer now, I'm allowed to go back to
work. Now, not only your breathing, but
your words let me know you are on the brink. Telling me that you are ready but
trying to hold back. I should tell you
that this will never result in me slowing down.
I want to push you over the edge.
I know that it feels good and you want to hold on a little longer, but I
can be determined too. So I don't reply,
I don't slow down at all, and work your tip a little better. I can hear you almost gasp as you tell me you
can't hold back and explode in my mouth.
I ease up but work a little more as I feel you pulsate in my mouth,
filling it completely. I have to stop moving so that I can swallow such a large
amount, especially since I haven't let go of your cock. I do my best to clean you up as I take you
farther in one last time. I am rewarded
with a good girl as you put yourself away.
I know you said you were going to fuck me the next time, but this was so worth putting that off a
little longer.
As I mentioned, I've
often fantasized about giving you a blowjob in the car. I've even written about it. Often when we do something that I've written
or thought about, it's so far from how I imagined it would go that I can no
longer go back to the old fantasy, the reality always creeps in and takes
over. It doesn't ruin it, but it alters
it forever. This time though, it was so
spot on. That airport dream was certainly different in some ways, but in the
most important ways it was so close I can barely talk about it without wanting
it again as soon as fucking possible.
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