It had been a couple of months since we'd met Tom in Portland and and I'd had sex with him. I started to wonder if he'd had enough and would go on his own from there. Tom was a young man of 19 or 20 who had had no experience with women and who I'd shown the basics of sex. A truly enjoyable experience. I got a phone call one Sunday morning as we ate breakfast.
It went something like this:
'Hello?"
"Hi, this is Tom."
And so on. Then:
"I want to see you again for another lesson."
"I'd like that very much." I was beginning to tremble like a schoolgirl.
"But I'd like to meet you alone this time, can we?
That's what I wanted too. "Of course. I'll just explain to Gar that that's what we want."
We talked some more about where we might go but everywhere local seemed so uninteresting and he said he couldn't afford much.
Finally: "Look," I said, "there's a small hotel on the coast where I've been a couple of times." I didn't tell him it was with other men. "We can stay there for the weekend and I'll, or rather Gar, will pay for it. It'll be fun, like a couple sneaking off for a romantic weekend."
I should explain that Gar was my husband, short for garcon which his French parents used to call him. I'm Charlotte, usually called Charlie by friends.
It was agreed that that Tom would pick me up at home and we'd drive in his car out to the hotel near Florence.
My bag was packed, not much, a nice short skirt, a blouse, some sexy underwear and a few pieces of jewelry. When I saw Tom's car coming up the driveway I went to the front door and opened it.
"I'll be right out Tom," I called as he rolled down his window. I kissed Gar who was still at the dining room table drinking coffee.
"I'll be back Sunday evening."
"Enjoy yourself, I'm sure you will." He smiled up at me.
As I got into Tom's old car I leaned over and kissed him and we were away, off to our lovers' tryst on the Oregon coast. As he drove Tom reached out and put his hand on my knee and I felt a shiver of anticipation. This boy and I were going to explore the depths of sexual learning. I had wondered how far I should go. Certainly oral, for both of us and I'd love to have a facial from him.
We held hands as he drove. He was so self assured and steady. I loved the feel of his warm hand holding mine, and pulled it into my lap, between my legs. I was getting hot.
"Why don't you pull into the next rest stop for a moment?" I told him after we'd gone some distance.
When the car rolled to a stop I leaned over and our mouths met in a passionate, wet, kiss, all tongue. I reached out and touched his thigh, moving between his legs and felt his hard, swelling manhood.
"I wish I'd worn a skirt." I said softly in his ear.
"So do I." He answered.
"We could start lesson two now." And I started to unzip his jeans.
The rest stop was empty as I tried to get his hard penis out through the zipper. It was big, but with his help I had it standing tall. I bent down and put my lips on it, feeling that large, lovely smooth head with my tongue. It was already oozing liquid, salty tasting and thin. But oh what a nice cock, and when I touched the ridge with my tongue he almost yelped.
"Uh! Oh yes. Yes, suck it Charlie. Suck me my love." He murmured.
This was lovely until I heard another car pull in near us. I didn't stop, I didn't care. I went on sucking and licking and Tom just sat with his eyes closed with one hand on my head, enjoying what I was doing to his penis.
The car left and it was quiet again for a few minutes while I continued my loving work, but then we heard another car, a slammed door and children's voices. I could feel that Tom was getting close and didn't want them to spoil this moment.
Then I heard a woman's voice: "John! Look what's going on in that car."
"Yes, dear. Don't look."
"That's disgusting, and in front of children too."
"The children can't see dear."
"Yes, but you can, can't you? Filthy slut! Let's get out of here. Come on children."
"But I have to take a pee dear."
"You can wait!"
Doors slammed and the car left. I wondered how long the poor man could hold on, and I wondered if Tom would hold on much longer. I wanted to feel him ejaculate, but this was so nice, this hard young cock, that I didn't want it to stop yet.
Suddenly there it was. I felt it hit the back of my throat, and sucked, drinking his thick, juicy, but nasty tasting, sperm into my throat. Delicious! I heard Tom moan and slowly released the pressure on his now softening penis. Then I raised my head from his lap.
"Did you like that?"
"It was tremendous."
"That's you first blow-job. Lesson two." As I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
"That was so good, and you're so good at it."
"Fellatio, the blow-job, and I am an expert cock-sucker. I love to do that for a man, and for the right man I love to swallow his ejaculate."
"If you're a cock-sucker you're a lovely cock-sucker, and I want to kiss the mouth that just gave me so much pleasure." He leaned toward me and we kissed, wet and deep.
But we had to get on the road. We had at least fifty more miles to go, and soon we passed Mapleton and were riding along beside the river. In no time we were driving North past Florence to our hotel.
As we stood checking in, a woman was complaining that there wasn't a double room for her and her daughter. It seemed that they only had one room left and that had a queen sized bed, but only one. I asked if Tom and I had two beds and when the girl said we had I said we could swap with the woman.
They both stared for a moment, then the woman said, "But you and your son.....?"
"He's not my son." I said with a smile.
"Okay," The young woman said quickly without looking at me. "Here's your key."
The woman's daughter appeared and gave Tom a smile. They were about the same age, but her mother hastily turned her away.
