A Drive In The Country…HIS Perspective

I finally got to see W…the famine ended.

We met in our spot. A long, lingering kiss. Many more little kisses. Laying on a blanket. So nice, sunny, breezy. Cool. Sparkling sun.

We talked, caught up on the week for the events in both of our lives. It had been days since we’d talked. Emails and chat are decent enough substitutes when you really can’t talk on the phone. They can’t hold a candle to actually talking in person.

I kept staring into her beautiful eyes.

She told me that today was about me; that she wanted to make me cum. She suggested road head; I’d never had it before. I was secretly thinking of suggesting it, but she beat me to the punch.

She thought she was hungry, so we went to a local restaurant, but we didn’t order any food. We sat and talked. A lot. One of the best conversations we’ve ever had.

After a while, it was time to go.

I drove her car.

I quickly got us on the freeway; I had a country road in the middle of nowhere in mind. I couldn’t stop smiling with the idea of road head. I was actually a little worried– not so much about being caught. I figured we wouldn’t have to worry about the police. I did worry about being able to control the car; W is an expert at what she is able to do with her mouth. She drives me crazy. I love it.

It wasn’t long before she had me unzipped and was playing with my cock, her hand and my cock hidden under my shirt.

Once we had been on the freeway for a while, we hit a stretch of road where there weren’t cars in front of behind of us for several hundred yards, and we were keeping pace with traffic.

“Please put my cock in your mouth,” I half asked, half pleaded her.

She obliged, unbuckling the seatbelt and bending over. He mouth felt incredible– warm, wet, soft. Completely fuckable. I had the car on cruise control, and I was managing to steer pretty well.

And so it went for a mile, two or three, at best. After a while, I could see a car coming up behind us.  I asked her to get up. She did, but I sighed a long sigh.

We traveled a few more miles. The exit came upon us quickly. It took a few more minutes to come to the ideal country road; no stoplight, paved, two lane. Farms on either side. Perfect.

“Ok, I think it’s time,” I told her.

Actually, I don’t remember exactly what I told her, I just told her something because all I could think about was her mouth on my cock.

She swallowed me whole. Her technique is amazing, gentle, teasing at times, fierce and urgent at others. During the whole time I was trying to keep my eyes on the road, which wasn’t easy, given the fact that a beautiful woman was sucking my cock and all I had to do was glance down in order to see it.

I managed to keep my speed close to what I thought the limit was; I hadn’t seen any signs, but wasn’t that worried. I also was able to keep in my lane, no doubt a testament to all of the racing videogames I played as a kid. The road was mercifully straight most of the journey, but there were a few gentle turns.

She kept up her ministrations to my member. (Alliteration, anyone?)

 I no time, I knew I was going to cum. It was unbelievable. I kept my eyes open. (We had actually talked about this earlier, if I would be able to keep them open or not. I knew I had to. She thought I would.)

And still she kept sucking while I kept cumming.

I pulled over in the gravel driveway of a farm. I gave her a kiss, zipped up and told her it was time to return the favor.

I turned the car around and pulled back onto the country road we had just driven down.

My hand went instinctively between her legs. She was so wet to the touch, a welcome sensation. She spread her legs (as much as was possible in her car) and I drove with my left hand and fingered her with my right. In no time, her legs began to shake and her breathing grew heavy. She was cumming. Moaning.

She was loud. Very loud. Maybe it was the small car, I don’t know. In any case it was nice to hear her be so loud.

I got her off again a few hundred feet before we turned onto the road that led to the interstate, which led to our divergence back into our regular lives.

For now.

I miss you, W.


~ by bcwecan on September 13, 2009.

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