This story is the second in a short series about a shy college geek turned confident stud. It is a spin off from the "Kimmy's Adventures" series I've previously published. This story is an immediate continuation of Timmy's Adventures-College Tutor. The initial setting is shortly after Timmy's dinner date with his coworker Stacey, a TV news woman.
This is a fictional story from the recesses of my perverted mind. Any resemblance to any real people or places is a coincidence. All characters depicted are 18-years of age or older.
Timmy's Adventures-Anchor Woman
Stacey and I were no sooner in the backseat of the Uber on our way to her upper east side apartment than her lips were on mine and her hands were back in my lap. My cock throbbed against her touch and I groaned into her mouth.
"You ever get head in a car before?" Stacey asked, whispering devilishly in my ear.
"Uhh, actually, no," I answered honestly. "Although I did get a blow job in the library bathroom."
"From Kimmy?" Stacey asked. I nodded.
"She is a slut isn't she? my coworker added. "Well, why don't we check back seat blowie off the sexual bucket list?"
"Uh, you sure?" I asked, worriedly as I glanced up at the driver who was slowing down for a stop light. He was a heavy set middle aged guy as far as I could tell.
"Just relax and enjoy," Stacey purred.
With that, my coworker's hands quickly unbuckled my belt then forced my pants and boxers over my ass before she lowered her face to my stiffening dick.
A jolt of electricity instantaneously sparked through my body. My cock hardened completely in her mouth and saliva began to trickle down my shaft onto my balls. I tried to stifle a groan but I guess I wasn't successful.
"Everythin' okay back there Champ?" the driver, who I swear sounded like a character from the Soprano's, asked curiously.
"Um-uh, yeah, I'm fine," I stuttered, about two octaves higher than my normal voice. Stacey giggled then kept right on sucking.
"Yeah, I bet yous are," the driver chuckled as he took a long look into his rearview mirror, which I could tell was directed towards the back seat and not the rear window. I wasn't so sure how much he could see in the dimly lit vehicle. I hoped he was done talking so I could enjoy what Stacey was doing, but no such luck.
"Hey, do I know yous?" he asked, glancing into the mirror again. "Maybe I gave yous a ride before or somehtin?'"
"Uh, n-no," I mumbled. "I recently moved to the city so I doubt we ever met."
"Na, I knows I recognize ya," he replied pausing for a moment, then continued, "I knows where I's seen yous! On the TV this mornin'. You's that new weather guy on channel 7 aren't ya? Tim somethin'."
"Uh, well uh..." I began before he interrupted me.
"Holy shit and the red head in your lap, that's that news broad Stacey Mc-somthin'"
"Well...uh...ummm," I mumbled trying to think of what to say.
Suddenly Stacey lifted her face off my cock and spoke up.
"It's McPhearson," Stacey said authoritatively, "and we'd appreciate a little discretion if ya don't mind, Mr. Uhh?"
"Oh, yous can calls me Ronny," the driver answered. "And yous don't have to worry. Yous secret's safe with me. Hell, discretion's my middle name."
Some how I doubted that but Stacey seemed to be okay with it and she took my dick back in her mouth.
"Hey sweetheart!" Ronny spoke again. "Just make sure ya swallow every drop. I don't wanna hafta' be cleanin' his DNA off my upholstery, capisce?
"Mmm-hmm!" Stacey grunted affirmatively. At that moment I got the impression she had done this before.
"Good," the driver replied. I had hoped he was finally done talking, but unfortunately he wasn't yet.
"I gotta ask," Ronny continued. "how old are ya kid? You's barely look old enough to drink."
"You're not to far off," I retorted, trying to relax and enjoy the oral from Stacey. "I turned 22 last month.
"No shit. Yous look like yous 17," he answered.
Stacey couldn't help but giggle with her mouth full of my cock.
"So I guess you've seen a lot of this kinda thing?" I asked, after a brief pause in the discussion. Stacey started to bob her head faster.
"Yous fuckin' kiddin' me?" Ronny bellowed. "That back seat gets more action than my bed."
"I bet," I replied, before realizing what I said sounded rude. "I didn't mean it like that, uhh...I mean I'm sure it happens a lot in Ubers..Uh well, uhh."
"Smooth," Stacey quickly murrmurred before lowering her mouth back on my cock, her right hand now fondling my balls.
"Nah, it's okay kid," Ronny said. "Me and the missus still have our fun from time to time, but for the most part I live vicariously through lucky fucks like you."
I was starting to laugh when the Uber suddenly hit a bump in the road that caused my ass to fly off the seat and push my cock deep in the back of Stacey's throat.
"Ahhhg!" Stacey groaned as she lifted her mouth off my dick, spit spilling into my lap. "Hey Ronny, think ya can warn me next time?"
"Ha, ha, ha!, sorry sweetheart," Ronny roared. "That manhole cover snuck up on me. I'll try and give ya a heads up next time. No pun intended," he said laughing at his own joke. "Anyways, ya got about five more minutes before I get to your place so ya might want ta' finish him off soon."
With that said, Stacey went back to work and Ronny kept quiet so she and I could concentrate and enjoy the moment. I couldn't believe I was getting road head from this beautiful woman just hours after she'd reluctantly agreed to go on a date with me.
While waiting for our ride she explained to me that her "boyfriend" was a Lawyer she had met about six month earlier at a bar. She said he admitted right from the start that he was married and supposedly in an open relationship. He was hot and she was horny so she didn't really care either way. Stacey held no aspirations that he would leave his wife for a long term relationship with her and was content to hook up with him when their schedules allowed. Besides, she wasn't looking for a relationship. I got the point.
She was reluctant at first to go out with me because she had a "no work relationship" policy because she thinks "shittin' where ya eat' can cause complications. I had to laugh at that. She was okay with hooking up with married men, but dating guys from the office was bad?
Suddenly Stacey's hand moved from my balls to my cock and began sliding up and down my shaft in time with her mouth. Her technique was incredible, especially considering the uncomfortable position she was in. She began twisting her hand around my hard-on while using the flat of her tongue to lick the underside of my dick before swirling it around the crown. After concentrating on the head of my cock for several strokes, she'd thrust her mouth down till her nose was in my pubes and held it for a couple seconds before sliding back up my shaft and doing it again.
"Just about there," I said as I tried to whisper a warning to Stacey. Of course Ronny heard me.
"Good kid, because we're about two blocks away."