"Hey babe, I've gotta go out of town for a few days. Can you drop me off at the airport?" The husky voice at the other end of the phone asked me.
"Sure Sweetie, just let me know when." I reply, too caught up in "Bones" to really think about what he was asking.
"Great, I knew I could count on you. My flight leaves at 6AM, so I'll need to get there at about 4. I'll come pick you up around 3:30 and you can drive my car back. See you then!" And he hung up.
Half an hour later, it finally sinks in and I let out of stream of curses at him and myself for not paying attention. That is, until I realize that I've been given a perfect opportunity to engage in one of our favorite pastimes. The wheels begin to turn as I gather my "equipment"...
I take a brief nap to prepare myself for my long day (I still have to go to work after I drop him off), then grab a quick shower and get dressed. True to form, he's there right at 3:30. Obviously tired, he pays absolutely no attention to my outfit, which is exactly how I want it. Giving me a quick hug, he mumbles, "Thanks again, babe," and heads out the door.
Opening the passenger side door, he waits patiently as I get myself situated. It's not till he's in his seat on the driver's side and about to pull off that he finally picks up on what I'm wearing. "Wow, a mini-skirt and heels? You know how I love you in that! Gonna be hard to tear my eyes away from those legs of yours and drive. But what's up with the sweat-jacket?"
"Thought I might get chilly in the night air. Turn the heat on and you'll see what I've got on under here..." I said, with a devilish grin.
"Hmmmm...sounds like a real treat. Let me crank this thing all the way up."
"Patience, Lover...good things come to those that wait" As I said this, I pulled the zipper on my hoodie down a couple of inches to give him a peek of cleavage. I know this man, and the only thing that turns him on more than my legs, are my Double-D's. True to form, he reaches over and tries to pull the zipper down the rest of the way, but I swat his hand away and tell him to stop. Looking like a scolded little boy, he puts his hand in his lap and starts driving. I smile to myself, knowing I have him exactly where I want him.
After a few minutes of silence, I reach across myself with my right hand and lay it on his thigh, near his crotch. Caught off guard, he jumps slightly, but recovers and keeps his eyes on the road. "Still mad at me?" I ask, the picture of innocence. "No answer...I guess you must be. Have to see what I can do to get you "un-mad.""
Unfastening my seat belt, I edge myself closer to him, using my hand to rub his crotch through his pants. At first he tries to push me away, but when he saw that I wasn't going anywhere, he put both hands on the wheel and let me do what I wanted to do.
Finding and cradling his balls gently with my left hand, I used my right to undo his zipper so that his magnificent cock could be released into view. Soon, with a little diligence, I opened his pants completely. Reaching in, I fished out my prize: nine inches of beautiful ebony steel. Growing evermore hard in my hand, I watched it rise to its full glory. It was the color of dark, rich chocolate, with thick veins running the length of the shaft, capped with a fat helmet, a puffy monster that has tickled my G-spot on many nights.
I hold the monstrosity for a few moments, marveling at the cock as though seeing it for the first time. Slowly, I move my hand up and down its length, watching his face as he tried his hardest not to enjoy what I was doing to him. Slightly closed eyes, and a low moan from his throat let me know that my efforts are paying off.
I stroke him like that for several minutes, marveling at his ability to keep the car going in a straight line. But this dick is my weakness and it's only a matter of time before my mouth starts to water and I have to taste him. Sliding over as far as I can, I pull his right arm off the wheel and out of my way. Using the tip of my tongue, I lightly touch the underside of the crown, just below the opening. A sharp intake of air from him tells me that he loves it. Twisting my head slightly, I start to work the top part of the crown, where I know he's the most sensitive. I lick it lightly, teasing him with the promise of more.
"Damn, babe! What are you doing down there? Stop playing and let me feel those lips all the way down!" He moans, the effort to keep his eyes open and on the road apparent.
Knowing we only have a few more miles to go before we get to the airport, I grant him his wish and put his manhood completely in my mouth. Slowly, I go down as far as I can, till I feel him press against the back of my throat. I come up again just a slowly, letting him feel my lips over every inch of his shaft. The car swerving slightly was the only outward indication of his pleasure, as he maintained his focus and stared out the windshield.
I continued this way for a while, sliding my head up and down his beautiful dick, loving the feeling and tastes of him. He'd rested his right hand on my back and the feeling of it clench and tighten from his enjoyment of the blowjob turned me on even more and I could feel my pussy get wetter and wetter.
Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth off him and sat up in my seat. Still stroking him with my hand, I ask if we're almost there. "Yeah, just about," he said, his voice strained.