Again in the car, but this time, it took place in a Drive-thru and parking lot. We were out running errands. Robin, snuggling up to me, kneads my leg; she reaches over to rub and stroke it a little. We pull into a drive-through, to pick up coffee.
We were several cars back before we could order and she knew how to pass the time. She worked my jeans down and rubbed it through the underwear, straining to contain the erection. When she popped it free, it sprung out from my belly and arched out over the seat. So hard and rigid, it looked poised and ready for whatever she had in mind...with Robin, things could sometimes go anywhere...I fuckin love that.
She gently stroked up and down its length, tracing the gentle ridges and veins that define the surface, "I sort of worship this...love it when it's all hard. Well...you already know I sneak peeks at him when you sleep...I run my hands over your body and stroke him..."
"I know, I know that...I like it...Robin...it wakes me up sometimes. We have some amazing sex, in the middle of the night."
"Robbie, I think your body makes it look huge.
"What? My dick? "
"Yea."
"You're hot as hell, but lean...just not a big, heavy guy...you have a runner-body with a big man's cock."
"It's all good, though, because I love you...I worship this," brushing it over her cheek, she kissed it.
I pulled the car forward in the line, "You're so sweet to me." I slipped my arm up around her to press her lips against mine. She opened her mouth to accept my tongue, while her hand clutched the swollen cock.
"I do like watching you hold it...cradle it in your hands...I like to see it disappear into your mouth...between your lips."
"When I look into your eyes and suck it...my heart races...and fuck, when you groan or moan, it makes me wetter...and hornier. I work it with my tongue, and mouth...it's such a turn-on seeing it all shiny and wet with my spit." My dick throbbed in her grip, as she squeezed the shaft. She explored the tip with a finger and swirled the precum over the head.
I lurch forward again as she started to lick me; I could feel the heat of her breath. She flicked her tongue over the tip and the eye. "You know, my mouth waters...when I kiss the head and lick it...I like poking my tongue into the slit like this." She raises back up to say, "Sometimes I scoop out cum...tastes sweeter."
Tracing the rim of the swollen purple head, it popped in and out of her mouth. The friction from her bobbing brought forth lustful groans and a slow, rhythmic movement of my hips. My cock reaches into her mouth and teases her throat...I pull forward and order our coffee, while Robin continues working the most sensitive parts, around the rim and under the tip. She ran her tongue up and down the ridge on the underside of the shaft until she hit that sweet spot just below the head. Fuck, it felt good!
As we approached the window, she pulled off to sit up and look innocent...or normal. It didn't really work, but she tried. With her hand, she wiped our fluids from her lips and grinned over in my direction.
I gave her the latte and she immediately set it aside in the cup holder...she was hardly interested in coffee...she had more important things, in mind. I pulled away from the window and she dropped back down to impale her face with my dick. It slid in and out, through her lips...and she started forcing her head down, before pulling back and taking a deep breath, "I need it, all the way...deep in my throat."
Again, she went back down and I rest my hand on her head; I watched her reach up to press down on the back of my hand. I slowly pumped into her and, together, we pushed the tip into her throat.
