College Girlfriend's Sweet Hands

I was a singer in college, a baritone, involved with the choir and the student opera program. During my last year, I was in a pretty casual relationship with a girl in the same program, a soprano I'll call B, an astonishingly photogenic young woman with flyaway brown hair, perfect creamy white skin, and the most beautiful, voluptuous ass. She was a bit of an odd duck (then again, who wasn't, it was all 20-something kids who wanted to be opera singers), but we dug the same books and music, and enjoyed being misfits together -- and, as I discovered when the first time she let me take her clothes off, she loved to fuck, and was amazing at it. (Having a regular opportunity to make a classically-trained soprano holler, "Oh, oh, baby, I'm COMING...!" is, as you might imagine, a pretty damned effective ego-boost.) Most of the stuff we spent our evenings and weekends doing with each other is too hot for solotouch. This one time, however.... The student opera program had taken our Gilbert & Sullivan show on the road to a neighboring town. To our delight, it went over well -- huge belly laughs from the audience all the way through. Flushed and triumphant, having finally packed away the set into the wee hours of the morning, we loaded up on Starbucks and started the 2 hr. commute back to the University. Since it was a carpool, B, myself, and several other folks wound up in somebody's station wagon, rerunning the best bits of the show, singing to the radio, and generally relaxing on our way home. At one point, B, who was snuggled up on my right side, put her jacket over my lap. I didn't think anything of it -- -- until, that is, I felt her hand sneak furtively into my lap, and start feeling my cock through my jeans. I looked down at her in surprise. She flashed me that wicked little grin she had. I bent down. "You sure you wanna do this?" I whispered to her. "Yeah!" came her response. I was amazed -- we were both pretty randy, and prone to slightly over-the-top PDA's, but that was all just kissing and clinching. I'd never pictured her wanting to jerk me off in such a public scenario, inches away from our friends. It was pretty arousing, though, and I felt my cock swell in my pants. She had some trouble getting the zipper down, and I wound up sneaking my own hands under the jacket, unzipping, and pulling my cock out through the top of my underwear. It's nothing to write home about, 5 1/2 inches erect and maybe a little thicker than average, and uncircumcised with a long foreskin -- I sometimes get a little insecure about it, but B sure liked it, and once I had it out, she grinned at me again, slipped her hand under the jacket, found the shaft, and then the head -- I managed not to gasp -- and started going for it. Her hands were very, very small, and incredibly soft. Her fingers worked my foreskin back and forth against the head of my cock for what must have been 40 minutes -- she couldn't speed up at all without giving the game away. The feelings coming from my penis were delicate, exquisite -- I could smell her hair as she leaned on me, and feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine, and it all just added to the thrill. Finally I could feel my cock engorging and an orgasm building. I leaned over and whispered into her hear, "B, aw, B... I'm going to come...." and then I erupted, the orgasm taking me over as I spurted jizz all over her hand. The afterglow was cut short by the need for immediate cleanup -- couldn't let on what we'd been up to, after all. She wiped her hand on my underpants, and I stuffed my wet-semi hard cock back into my pants as stealthily as possible. The drive continued, and we eventually got home, and parted ways for the evening, without me having the chance to reciprocate. The next time we were alone together, though... I think riding me like she did helped settle the score. ;)