Let me tell you about when I was 24 and out of collage, at my first engineering job. Training for the corporate ladder et. al. I didn't think I was cut out for it. Getting confused about where I was heading, I went for a drive after one Friday. I ended up at a bar that I never have been to or since. I was felling to myself and sat at the bar with my crown royal on ice. It wasn't a dive bar, but not an upscale one ether. Just a nice place.
I was there for about an hour on my second drink when I noticed in the mirror a woman looking at me, maybe because I wasn't looking or on the prowl, or just because of the hansom guy I am. She must have gotten off work because she was dressed in office clothes. She smiled with the smile that spoke volumes. She was available and interested. I smiled back and she moved down to sit next to me. Quite forward, but I loved it. I offered her a drink and she was quite willing. I'm sure I've never been picked up before so sure this was a first.
She had the shoulders back perky look. She had short blond hair, cotton knit dress just above the knee. This was back in the early 80's mind you. We started to talk about things, weather, and politics. I noticed that her foot had slid over under the bar toward mine. I slid mine over and touched hers. It was electric. We continued our conversations all along rubbing our ankles together. I guess its called footsie. Soon I noticed her nipples poking out from her dress. Her smile was getting that sly look to it. She had a goal in mind and I wasn't about to stop her. She finally said that she had some pot in her car, but didn't know how to roll a joint, could I help her. (early 80's). I, having smoked my way through collage, said that I might be able to. It was dark outside, I paid the bill and we walked out.
Her car was parked in back, out of the way. It was an old Chevy with a bench front seat. You know the kind, where you make a big turn and you honey slides all the way over next to you. We called them Slide Over Baby seats (SOBs). She was in the drivers seat and I next to her. She leaned over to the glove box for the pot and brushed my leg. More like slid her arm across it. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her to me. Our kiss was electric. Her lips sucked my tongue to hers. I heard her grown. My arms were around her when she pushed me back and went to unbuckle my pants. I slid them down in a heartbeat and exposed my hardon. She had a look in her eye that said she new what she wanted and started to suck my cock.
Man o' man did she love what she was doing. I of course loved it to. My hands went for her honey pot. I could hear her moaning for more. I slid her skit up and pulled down her panties, which were soaked. I pull them off and slid my body down the seat to and pulled her over so I could taste her honey. Great cars back then when you could slid the front seat back and have a roll out bed almost. She ground her self into my mouth and tongue while I thrust my hips to meet her lips. I exploded first, which she sucked, and groaned. I continued to suck her and nibble her clit and play with my fingers until she creamed my face. I ate everything I could. We both had sweat dripping from us along with each other sweet stuff.
We slowly sat up and kissed the kiss of tenderness. Tasting each other in our kiss. I was so turned on with tasting my own juices mixed with hers. Hmmm. We slowed down the passion. We just slowed down. She pulled her dress back down and composed herself but still with a sly smile on her face. She reached over to the glove box and pulled out a small baggie of pot and a pack of rolling papers. She asked, "Do you still want to blow a joint?"