It's a hot, sunny summer day. We climb into my car and I pull out of the driveway, grinning that grin you know so well. You know something's up, but you're not sure what. I look over at you. Our eyes meet and once again you see that devilish gleam. I'm guessing your heart started beating a little bit faster at that moment because when I look at you that way, you know naughty things are about to happen. And naughty things always make your heart race.
This particular day I've told you that we're going for a ride. I don't say where we're going or why. When I don't tell you, you immediately--and rightly--suspect that I'm up to no good. Ten minutes later, we're entering the highway. It's the middle of a weekday, so there isn't a lot of traffic, but this is a road that's never empty. I move into the center lane and set the cruise control at several miles per hour below the speed limit, resulting in cars passing us on either side.
I reach over, take your hand and place it on my crotch. I'm already a little aroused by the thought of what's going to happen. When your hand begins to caress me, I stiffen a little more. I look over at you and you know what I want you to do. A smile and a blush cross your face as you look around at the cars passing by us. You know what the game is now and I can tell by you're reaction, I've managed to catch you by surprise. You thought I was taking you somewhere for our mischief. But this time the journey is the destination.
You bite your lower lip as if you're hesitant. But we both know that's at least partially for effect. If you seemed too willing, it might make it less fun for both of us. To prod you still further, I slip my hand under yours and unzip my fly. Then I slip my hand out and place it on top of yours, maneuvering you into my pants. That's enough encouragement to get you to wrap your fingers around my semi-rigid member and extract from my pants.
You stroke it for a moment, your eyes locked on it as it grows in response to your touch. I can hear your breathing now, even over the noise of the road. You're eager now, practically panting with desire. Still you hesitate, casting glances around at the cars passing us on either side. They're about to be treated to the sight of your head in my lap and I'm thinking you're every bit as turned on by that thought as I am. But still you pretend to be reluctant, and by doing so, you definitely add an extra thrill to it.
"Well," I say expectantly, "are you going to sit there just licking your lips?" A fresh blush colors your cheeks as you shake your head smiling. You take your hand off my cock long enough to unfasten your seat belt. Then, with a last glance around at the traffic, you lean down across the console and take my cock in your mouth.
The sudden warm wetness of your mouth around me almost causes me to swerve. I let out a low, earthy groan as your lips and tongue quickly bring me to a fully aroused state. A moment later, you're bobbing energetically up and down on my straining erection.
"Whoa! Slow down!" I breathe. "We've got another hundred miles of highway. What's your hurry?" You moan in apparent agreement and begin to go more slowly, more sensuously, the way you know I love it. And although it's not easy for you to do in a car boucing along the highway, you take me all the way to the back of your throat each time.
And damn does it feel good. Sure, your naughty streak, the enjoyment you get from playing these games with me, is hot, but the fact of that matter is, you're an incredible cocksucker. You balance so perfectly your energy and enthusiasm with the sensuously erotic touch of your mouth, lips and tongue. Sure, it's exciting driving along the highway, letting people see us this way, but with your skills, you could turn my balls inside out anywhere.
I look over at cars and trucks passing by us. My car sits low, so just about every other vehicle on the road can look down into it. About half of the people passing by appear to notice what's going on. Some quickly look away, others flash a thumbs up to me. Still others attempt to steal furtive glances, as if to get a better look without appearing to be looking. I just flash them a grin that says, "Yeah, she's sucking my cock while you watch. What of it?"
A landscaping truck pulls up beside us in the left lane. The guy in the passenger seat looks like he's about twenty. He leans out the window yelling something and banging his hand excitedly on the outside of the truck door. With our windows up, I have no idea what he's saying, but he's very obviously enjoying the sight.
"Do you know that guy?" I ask you. You hesitate. You heard me and you know what I want you to do, but maybe you think I've set something up? I haven't. The guy in the truck is a random stranger. But you don't know that as you lift your head and look out the window at him. His excitement quadruples as he sees your face. Now he knows exactly what you look like and he'll have that clear picture in his mind tonight when he's fucking his girlfriend or jacking off.
