On the drive home after this more recent exploit I felt a bit unfulfilled. Sure, I’ve had another orgasm in a way I couldn’t have imagined before and didn’t really know my pen pal…now sex pal all that well, but all the way home I couldn’t think of anything but getting thoroughly into more sexual encounters with this guy. And it really didn’t seem to be attracted to him like I’d see him on the street, an older, clean-cut professional guy with a wedding ring on and thing this was the key to my sexual happiness. But that is what it seemed to me. I almost wanted to be his slut.
And we hadn’t even fucked yet!
Horny as I was I took a long, hot shower when I got home and squirreled away some time here and there to fire up my computer and check for another e-mail. He was always had something nice to share in an e-mail after we met and still didn’t seem eager to pressure me to meet all the time of have sex. I know that was never the original intent, but screw that intent. We’d walked along, traced and brushed up hard against the line, this gal needed him to take her and take her hard….
Maybe I should have taken a cold shower instead.
Then I read his e-mail. He noted what a nice time he had and how he felt great after a quick stroke session after I left. He lamented he was traveling home after the ride out and back to his client one last time and hoped he wouldn’t be too rushed on the ride to the airport and he’d write soon. He also noted how much he wished he was kneeling down in front of me earlier and licking my furry pussy to multiple orgasms.
I felt no better in the morning, even after some frisky activity in my own bed that evening. On a lark I wrote back saying that if he kept writing about me and meeting me that I’m bound to want more than a massage. I clicked send and went about my day.
A few hours later I caught up to my phone and checked messages and he’d already replied. It seems the client had some computer issue and his day was basically cancelled. He was going to head towards the airport early, stop at a Harley dealership to look around, have a nice lunch and read at the airport. He “wondered” aloud how much he’d like to “do” something or someone else with a half-hearted attempt at sophomoric humor. But he was onto something…
It had been an hour and I teased back that if I had known sooner I’d have met him someplace. Maybe I’d have to inspect his package before it went through airport security!
Seemingly moments after I sent the message I got a response. If you are close enough to the airport and can get away, there is a cell-phone waiting area at the airport. He could meet me there by 2 pm. He’d have an hour before he had to turn in the rental. Could I join him???
Could I? I wanted to but I was working. But I’ve been a good girl and I really don’t miss work. Could I come up with an excuse. What if hubby called. Hmmm. Hell. I can do this. After coming up with a feeble excuse to take the rest of the day off (headache) and another prepared for another for home, I wrote back simply – “I’ll be waiting for you there….”
From my work location I had some time and figured it couldn’t be too difficult to find this waiting area and it wasn’t. Nerves only set in when I arrived and still have to wait about 20 minutes. Boy, have I turned into an eager beaver….and I meant that in the sexual way.
I realized I didn’t know his car and there were a few there and the area wasn’t even half full. I did remember he should remember my car and as I was about to send another message I sensed another vehicle pull up next to me. It was a medium sized SUV. Drat, no privacy.
But, lo and behold, I hear a horn and look at it more carefully and can barely make out Ken’s face smiling and waving at me. I practically jumped out of the car but slowed down to walk around and enter in the passenger side of the SUV.
He greeted me with a Hi Laura and leaned in for a kiss, like the kind you’d give a dear friend on the side. But instead of a quick peck it was more of a sensual nibbling kiss that lingered. Then I felt a hand cupping my purple blouse and massaging my bra covered breast. Our heads turned slightly towards each other and the first time in quite some time I was kissing another man.
It was exhilarating.
Then, the hand that was slowly massaging me moved to my shoulder then down my right arm to my hand where he took it gently and pulled it towards him….onto the front of his pants. I could feel the heat and hardness of his cock which must have been hard for some time through the material. He left my hand there and resumed his exploration of my breasts.
And what wonderful kissing. He had fresh breath and a wonderful, sensual tongue. A few moments later we broke off the kiss and he just cooed “Very nice. Would you care to continue this in the back?”
I looked back and noticed that both back seats were already folded to make it as flat as possible with one suitcase in the way. I smiled but wondered what he had in store. I think he read my mind and said, “You can crawl back there perhaps we can do something fun.”
Once I was through he moved the suitcase to the front seat. The back windows were tinted although none of the front were. He then leaned his seat all the way back and squirmed towards me and ask if I might be open to pulling off my pantyhose/panties and lifting my shirt or should he just tear them off my milky flesh and start licking me.
I didn’t question or even try to think if we’d be caught. I hurriedly pulled my undergarments off in one mass and lost the shoes sometime before that and was going to shimmy out of my dress but he was already crawling between my legs. I leaned back and tried to get comfortable and briefly thought how his comfort might be…but then I felt his warm, sensual hands spreading my legs wide, displaying my hungry, wanton pussy. I only had time to mutter “Oh gawd” before his oral assault started.
Although sensual, it was easy to tell this was a man on a mission and that mission was to get his tongue as far up, in or around my pussy that he could. He was quick but not irritatingly so, hungry but not famished. My heart was racing and then things slowed down to a sensual onslaught. I knew he was fully intending to satisfy me but either he read my body language that the initial pace was too much to maintain or his plan was to get me more revved up then bring home the satisfaction. I chose to believe the latter.
Now his tongue started feeling like velvet on my most sensitive area. He took his time to lick and suckle each of my pussy lips almost like he was trying to pull as much sensation to each of them as he played with them. He used his lips to apply more pressure and sensations and he surrounded my clit in fluttering flicks that sped up my hunger before he calmed down and tended to other parts of my lower body…including light kissing of my inner thighs.
When he resumed his activity to my pussy I found his tongue now darting and dancing in my hole then turning into purposeful long strokes up my slit to hood before finally settling in on my clit. Like a vacuum he place his lips there and sucked and licked. He pushed my legs up higher but his face never left my pussy. He even started burying his nose in my small patch of fur that I keep just about the pubic bone and actually seemed to purr. I didn’t hear that but felt vibrations that could only be coming from him. My god, where did this orgasm come from!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It couldn’t have been but a few seconds but I felt a him crawl up a bit more and it seemed to set me off like a match thrown on a bunch of pine needles in late August. I started bucking and reaching for his head, burying it further and further into my puss as I let go of my orgasm squarely on his face. I was trying to face fuck him but the vehicle and my position restrained me some.
Unfortunately, that seemed to signal the end of my pleasure. I got a little self conscious coming off my orgasm, although I still felt great. I reach for more air and took some deep breaths to recover. I looked up and he was smiling. Soft of a shit-eating grin but I know that on his face was something more in line to what he wanted, my pussy juice glistening on his face.
“That was nice,” I said ” you take me to such nice places” meaning my orgasm and not my current predicament in the back of the SUV, legs still spread and dress hiked up in a mess at my waist.
“Glad you like it but next time we’ll do this someplace nicer where we have more room, a lot more room for what I have in store for you.” I smiled.
“How about you come up front again and get yourself fixed up.”
I replied, “That’s a good idea.” and grabbed my stuff and just opened the side door and crawled out. It had to be more comfortable than the way I got in there and I didn’t really care at the time how it looked.
He had moved the suitcase and I struggled by succeeded at putting things back in place. Just as I was finishing he asked, “Looking at the time I still see you can inspect my luggage a bit before I leave.” He made a goofy face, raised his eyes and looked down towards his pants.
“OK” I said and like a kid in a candy store I reached over and started playing with the front of his pants. I rubbed and tugged in general for a bit then acted like I was really expecting it.
“I see you didn’t bring any x-ray equipment, you probably need to examine the contents.”
I feebly made my attempts to undo his belt and slacks but finally succeed.
“Pull them down a bit” I was asked…or commanded. I don’t know which. It wasn’t rude but did have a bit of forcefulness in the tone and I enjoyed it. He lifted his ass a bit and I struggled to pull them down. Unfortunately I could only get his pants down enough, but I forgot to include his shorts. But hey, I could remedy this.
He had on some dark green colored boxer briefs and, although I couldn’t see his muscular legs, I was reminded they were there by the fullness of the briefs. I reach over and down and fingered his growing cock through the opening. He leaned back and I barely noticed he hadn’t raised up his seat back from earlier.
While not a particular long cock, it is full and it had quickly hardened and throbbed. I didn’t say anything or have to ask. I pulled myself further across the middle console of the SUV and took his warm member into my mouth. I immediately tasted pre-cum which I’m sure he’d been producing for awhile. It tasted much better than I thought. Different, more sweet with maybe a little tang but not bitter or as salty as I remember from others.
I lovingly savored his cock in my mouth. I almost immediately discovered it fit my mouth almost perfectly as I lowered completely to the base of his abdomen and let his trim hair tickle me. Not enough to gag me but certainly enough to suck…to bob on, to my god I’m sucking this older guys hard cock and loving it.
I start to try to make love to it with my tongue. Trying to remember some of the dances I had received earlier and replaying them with interest here. I reached over with my right hand and cupped his balls. I was surprised that they were smooth and wondered if they were naturally this way.
I tried to repay him…his cock….for the orgasms given to me to date. I really wanted to fuck it. To feel it deep inside of me but knew this wasn’t the time or place. But there would be a time for it. There just had to be.
I could feel his cock pulse and jump as I did my level best to urge an orgasm from it. I wanted my reward to. To feel his cum in my mouth and on my lips. It never occurred to me that maybe I shouldn’t be doing this or wanting this. It seemed so natural. I was starting to ache, partially from being out of practice and partially from my predicament again inside this vehicle.
Just then I heard him say, “Laura, I’m going to cum soon. It’s won’t be much as I’ve cum a few times since we met last night but know this should be the first of many more.” He briefly petted but didn’t hold my soft brown hair and lightly touched the top of my shoulder where my hair ended and lightly squeezed.
I took this as a sign and quickly lowered my head all the way down his shaft and he arched up to meet my lips. I felt it. I sharp, pointed, hot squirt in the back of my throat, followed by a much shallower squirt and perhaps another one. I felt him quiver slightly as he came followed by a low moan.
I swallowed then used my lips to massage as much cum as he had inside his still hard cock and ease it out of him. I know I got more as I tasted more pleasurable cum. It tasted nice. I wouldn’t say eat it straight all the time but perhaps like on a warm chocolate syrup that I might dance around my lips….but then again, nothing beats the taste of chocolate, I wonder what this would taste like on choc….I was lost in my own thoughts and still holding onto his cock with my mouth.
And it was still hard. Heck, I know much younger men who would be completely soft by now. This I’ll have to play with some more another day!
“Thank you, that was great!” he exclaimed.
“No problem” I retorted. “I found some liquid in your package and since you can’t travel with it I got rid of it for you….!”