Would you possibly be interested in sucking me off in your car?
Boy, would I! But…
Yes! I’ve never done that before. I texted back. Where? I’m not really interested in getting arrested…
Oh, don’t worry, I know of a few places in my neighborhood. Tried and tested.
Well, OK then.
I agreed to pick him up at 11:00 pm on the street in front of his house.
I was inordinately excited about this assignation. He was hot and sweet and had proven himself to be excellent at a few delicious things on a previous date. Also, I had never fooled around in a car before. I know everyone does it in high school but I was too much of a goody-goody for one thing and for another, I was related to half the boys in my class (of which there were seven) so the pickings were, as they say, slim.
I left my house at 10:30 and drove across town to meet him. It had been hot and humid all day and the slight cooling of the evening brought on an eerie fog that seemed to suit this adventure perfectly. He lived in the artsy/industrial part of town and after a couple of missed turns I saw him materialize out of the fog on the side of the road. The mysterious, ghostly effect (not to mention my rising fear of a crazed ax murderer jumping out at me) was somewhat lessened by his big grin and goofy wave. I waved back and opened the passenger door.
He directed me across some railroad tracks and into a warehouse parking lot.
“Are you sure those aren’t apartments back there?” I asked, nervously.
“No, I think it’s just a warehouse, maybe some art studios, but I’ve never run into anyone here.”
“OK, where should I park?” I said as I started slowly across the empty parking lot, trying to avoid potholes and wondering what the best in-car blow job protocol was.
He smiled at my nervousness, “Just pull up over there in the corner where it’s dark.”
I pulled in next to a chain-link fence lined with trees on the farthest edge of the lot away from the building. I switched the key off and turned to face him. Smiling nervously. He grinned and leaned toward me, putting his fingers in my hair and his tongue in my mouth at the same time.
He was a great kisser. Slow and full of intent. Not too much tongue but enough. I slid one hand around the back of his neck and the other slowly up his leg from his knee.
He slipped a hand into the v-neck of my shirt. “You’re not wearing a bra?” he asked, smiling.
“I figured it would be easier, you know, car.” I mumbled, between kisses.
“I like it,” he noted as he pinched my nipple. I gasped.
He reached around me and flipped the lever that tilted my seat back. I went down and he followed, his hands everywhere. I thought I was just going to give him a blow job but I was definitely on board with the direction this was taking.
He lifted my shirt and sucked my tits, one after the other, biting and licking and God, it was fantastic. While I was focused on that, his hand was sliding up my leg until suddenly his fingers were playing my cunt, pressing and swirling and I was already wet with the whole excitement of the night and his lips and then his fingers and his soft voice in my ear and it didn’t take long until I was shaking and hanging onto his shoulders for purchase as I came explosively around his hand.
When I regained a few of my senses, I looked up and realized we didn’t have to worry about being seen, the windows were completely fogged.
“I thought this was about me giving you a blow job,” I said, catching my breath and gliding my hand over his jeans, feeling his hard cock pressing against the denim.
He sucked in his breath, “Plenty of time for that.”
I sat up and kissed him as I worked at his fly. Finally getting him unbuttoned, he helped and just pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, leaving his gorgeous cock staring hard at me. I didn’t need any further encouragement.
I bent my head and began to swirl my tongue around him. Getting him wet from base to tip. Licking his balls while his cock bounced against my cheek, then finally, sliding my mouth back up and filling it with him.
He grabbed my hair and pressed me down onto him, touching the back of my throat with his head, slowly pulsing in and out with his hips while I cling desperately to his waist and legs and tried not to choke too much (but enough).
I pulled back off of him and rubbed the now glistening tip around my lips, sucking and kissing and licking everywhere.
He pushed my head down onto him again and I sucked him in deeper and deeper, swallowing around him and trying to get a rhythm. He pulled my hair and helped with that and I could feel him getting harder and harder in my mouth, bigger and longer and I could hear his breath quicken and go ragged.
“Can I come on your tits?” he breathed.
“mmmhmmm” I hummed, still wrapped around him.
He flipped me back into my seat and I held my shirt up while he stroked himself once, twice, then exploded all over my tits and ribs in hot waves. I ran my fingers through it and licked them while grinning up at him.
He smiled and pulled my shirt down carefully over the sticky mess.
“Now you’ll have something to think about as you drive home.”
He leaned down and kissed me, making sure to press my shirt into my cum-covered skin.
As he pulled his boxers and jeans back up, a freight train rushed by on the other side of the trees. We grinned at each other. The timing wasn’t perfect, but it was still pretty cool.
“You picked a good spot,” I said, “Let’s come here again.”
