Open Road

My sexual experiences lately have consisted of a one-woman show. (me being the one woman!) However, my luck changed one night by a phone call. I had dated this guy, Justin, for a short period of time but things never progressed as he was not interested in my life or the fact that I wasn't a brainless bimbo. Funny, I thought, as he called and came over to pick me up. The love of his life (that would be the car) had changed little since I last sat in it, but the new vibrations of the speakers definitely caught my attention and other parts of my body. As we drove around, I knew what he wanted but I feigned ignorance until he reach over and slipped a hand under my shirt. I acted nonchalant for a minute but, my God, those hands could melt ice....and me. As we drove out of town and unto the long stretches of road, I figured I'd help him with his growing problem. (pun intended) I reached over to unzip his jeans and slide my hand into his boxers. As I distracted him, he swerved a little, but enough for me to pull back as there were two trenches on either side of the road. "I thought you could handle this," I told him. He smiled sheepishly, knowing that I had a knack of pleasing him. As we stopped at a light, I leaned over and kissed him. Now THAT sped things up as kissing him could alone be lethal. I had his jeans down and lounged half naked next to him as he drove through the country side. Teasing him, I licked the tip of his penis while keeping my other hand occupied on his balls. He became frustrated as I touched myself and I watched as he grab his dick with his left hand, his right on the wheel. Well, my mouth just dropped as I have this fetish of left handers, especially while getting themselves off. My mouth was on his dick before he realized it. A matter of minutes later, as I'm sucking him, I began to move one hand to my clit. Just as that happened, I hear him groan and feel him cumming in my mouth. We'd just hit the expressway and traffic and were still trying to catch our breath. As we're one our way back to town, Justin refused to return the favor, on or off the road. So he watched as I quickly get myself off just once, saying, "Don't make a mess on the seat." The nerve of him. (You can see why there's never a permanent girl in his life as they literally take a backseat to his pride and joy.) But I fully enjoyed it. Anyway, I have to believe that this was one of the most exciting and extremely dangerous things to do. I highly suggest pulling over, but I can't say that I regret it. Besides, it can't beat almost getting caught by police.