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.
You seem to enjoy his reaction as much as I do. You look right at him for a long moment, a naughty grin on your face. Then I look at the guy, give him a shrug and, putting my hand on the back of your head, guide you back to sucking my cock. I don't have to apply any pressure. You respond immediately to my touch. But to the guy watching, it looks like I pushed your head back into my lap. His eyes bug out and he laughs and gives an enthusiastic if inaudible cheer.
The truck stays along side us for several miles. A couple more times I encourage you to look up a the guy, let him look at your face and watch you drop back into my lap and resume bobbing on my shaft. He quite clearly enjoys the show, but eventually, the truck speeds up and leaves us behind.
Of course, all the cars that were stuck behind the truck now make their way past us and all of them are curious to see what the cause of the delay was. I prompt you to poke your head up a couple of times as the stream of traffic files by. One driver appears not to notice, another grins at you. Another car goes by with an old lady in the passenger seat. She stares at you as if in total disbelief and we both crack up. As the old lady is looking at you, I put my hand on your head and push you back down. Her eyes get so wide I'm afraid her eyeballs will fall out of their sockets.
"I guess she's not used to seeing a cocksucker out in broad daylight," I say with a laugh. You moan and bob deep, the way you always do when I say that word: cocksucker.
Was there a time when that word made you uncomfortable? Maybe. But not now. If anything, it elicits an additional surge of heat and wetness in your pussy, doesn't it? A woman who will suck cock while driving down a well-travelled highway in the middle of a sunny day obviously wears that label with pride.
More cars go by, more people look over and see your head bobbing so sensuously in my lap. Some react, some don't. Some are surprised, some flash a thumbs up or similar gesture. I'm beginning to get more into it, and as you suck me closer and closer to orgasm, I see less and less of the faces in passing cars.
