It was our first date. There was so much anticipation leading up to it. By now we had been talking for months and had finally made time to get together. I waited on the porch of my house, letting the hot breeze swirl around my scantily clothed figure. My breasts are covered by the thin cotton tank top. A small stretch of fabric claiming to be a skirt reaches just below the crease where my ass meets my legs. The red of my top makes my brown eyes glow like fire. The black mini-skirt goes perfectly with the leather boots that reach to the tops of my knees.
After waiting outside for only 10 minutes, you pull up to the curb in a borrowed convertible. I open the door of the black Sunfire and slide onto the leather seat. You smile at my appearance, thinking to yourself how lucky you are to have found me. As I lean over to kiss your cheek, you get a full view of my cleavage, my breasts heaving with my hot, heavy breathing. You gain control of yourself and pull away from the curb. We didn't plan well and the club we were planning to go to had been closed down months before.
"Fuck it; we're still together," you said while walking toward me. Standing in the parking lot, you approached me from behind, wrapping your arms around me. You planted a few kisses on my neck before I pulled away from you, grabbing your hand and pulling you back to the car. We both got into the car as you looked over at me, flashing me a look of puzzlement. When we were comfortably seated, I turned to you and smiled. "Drive."
Although you had no idea where we were going, you did as you were told and slammed down on the gas. The sports car lurched forward before zooming off onto the dark highway that most likely lead to nowhere. We drive for miles, glancing at the ever present billboards along the road.
After an hour of speeding along the empty road, I lean over to kiss your neck, rubbing my nose against your jaw. My hand slithers its way from the side of your face, down your chest, to your black dress pants. I undo the button with little difficulty and slide the zipper all the way down. Your cock springs to life, presenting itself before my face. You glance down at the sight of my head moving towards your favorite extremity. I stroke your legs before darting my tongue out. My slimy tongue swirls in circles around your cockhead, tasting the flesh I've waited so long to have inside me.
You moan as the tip of my tongue runs up and down the underside of your shaft, licking the bulging vein, savoring the taste of your skin. You find my hand reaching beneath your cock, cupping your balls and squeezing gently. I place my lips over your cockhead and let your mushroom slip into my mouth. Your hips rise as I lower my mouth further down onto your pole. I slowly move my lips halfway down and then back up your shaft, teasing you by not letting you very far into my mouth. Again my lips move down your shaft only a few inches before moving back up to once again swirl my tongue around your swollen head. I relentlessly go halfway down and back up again and again, never changing the rhythm, just continuing the motion until you're exhaling in deep, guttural moans. Mercifully I swirl my tongue around your cock for the last time before taking the head into my mouth and tightly sliding my lips down your shaft until my nose is buried in your pubic hair.
