This short story is a collaboration between me and
Djmac1031
. It falls into three main parts. I wrote the first and last; he wrote the middle. I found it an interesting experiment in gender perspectives. But it was also just lots of fun to write with a friend.
Jim slammed the wheel in frustration. Stationary again. The traffic was awful today. It was 88 degrees and, of course, this was the day that the air-con would start to play up.
"It's OK, babe. Don't get irate. Maybe I can help relax you."
Natalie was curled up on the passenger seat; in her customary feline manner. Despite the heat, she looked cool and collected. She stretched out a hand and ran it along the inside of Jim's right thigh. At the end of her stroke, she looked up, trying to catch Jim's attention.
He did his best to keep his eyes on the road, but couldn't resist a quick sideways glance. Nat always merited a glance, she generally merited more than one. Having stroked down, she now stroked up. Up to his crotch, where she felt a promising hardness. Scarlet, manicured nails dragged across cotton, pulled tight by an internal swelling.
"Nat, no. I know you. No, OK! Someone will see, and the traffic will start to move. Just no."
'No' was not a word that Natalie always fully comprehended. It was the same with 'stop.'
"Just relax, babe. You may not want to, but I know someone who does."
Natalie was right. Jim's cock was getting the better of his higher functions. As always. As always with her at least.
"Come on, babe. Just one little lick?"
She sounded like a teenager wanting to stay up for another thirty minutes. Not a woman in her mid-twenties. She knew that tone melted Jim.
Taking the initiative, Natalie leaned across and tried to undo Jim's belt.
"Fuck! This is difficult with you sitting. Are you going to help or not?"
Jim's desire got the better of his good judgement. That happened a lot with Natalie. Checking the state of the traffic ahead, he undid his belt, drew down his zipper and, levering himself off the seat briefly, pulled his pants and boxers down a little. Of course he was hard. How could he not be?
Natalie wasn't just pretty, with a body that would engender carnal thoughts in a saint, she had the best oral technique of any woman Jim had been with. She literally blew the competition away.
Jim tried to sound grudging, but, inside, he was trembling in anticipation. His cock was trembling too. Twitching and bleeding pre-cum.
"Satisfied you little cock-tease?"
Natalie gave her 'I always get what I want' smile. She licked her lips. With some women, it might have been cheesy, with her...? Jim's cock throbbed more.
"You know I'm never satisfied, babe."
Jim watched, part aghast, part fascinated, as Natalie undid her seatbelt and knelt on the passenger seat, her tiny body nestling comfortably in it. Jim wasn't looking at the road anymore. He was looking at over-sized dark green eyes, eyes with hunger behind them.
Natalie shifted forward a little and bowed down, her mouth open in preparation. Just before she reached Jim's cock, she twisted to look up at him. With a wink, she turned back and took his first three inches in her mouth; smoothly and in one motion.
Jim closed his eyes. Experience had taught him that he was going to need to focus on Natalie's oral expertise for a little while. Oh, fuck! She was so good.
Jim felt the soft suction of Natalie's tongue and cheeks. Her lips sliding up and down his shaft. Some girls give head as a favor, or to show their love, or just because it was expected. Natalie craved cock. She loved to suck cock. She got off on it. It was a defining part of her.
Jim put a palm gently on her head, stroking her jet black hair. He rode with her up and down strokes. With each downward cycle, he pushed firmly, easing more of his length into Natalie's willing mouth. He knew she loved it deep. Natalie came up for air. Her face flushed with exertion and emotion. Her eyes wide, a trail of saliva on her chin, dripping downwards.
"How's the traffic?"
Jim surveyed the scene out of the windshield. Also checking the cars to either side. He tried to sound matter of fact. What he wanted was Nat sucking his cock again as soon as possible.
"No sign of movement right now."
Natalie was pleased.
"Good. Now, babe, you know I love you down my throat, but the angle isn't great. I'm going to try a combo. Don't look like that. You'll love it."
Jim knew he would. Nat was an artist, playing tunes on cocks like a virtuoso oboist. She engulfed him again, but more shallowly. She also gripped the base of his cock, and started to jerk him. She bobbed her head up and down quickly. Sucking hard. Her hand working Jim in resonance.
Jim had closed his eyes, but sensed a movement and turned to look at Natalie. With her spare hand, she had hiked up her short skirt a little. The same hand was now between her legs. She stimulated herself openly as she devoured Jim's long, hard dick.
"Shit, Nat! The traffic's starting to move."
He sounded a little panicked. Natalie popped her head up briefly. A trail of spittle connecting her to Jim.
"Then drive. And try not to crash when you cum."
Immediately, she was back on him again. Bobbing faster. Sucking harder. Jerking quicker. Jim began to feel the throbbing start to get out of control. Trying to keep it together, he reached over Natalie's back and moved the shifter into drive. The car's engine began to reverberate. It wasn't the only reverberation going on.
Jim began to pant. Fuck she was an angel with a cock in her mouth. Or a devil. Or both. Jim could just see the car ten or so ahead of them begin to roll forward.
"Fuck, Nat! Nearly there. I want to cum so bad. But the traffic..."
Natalie replied with an indistinct gurgle, but showed no sign of slowing, let alone stopping. Jim gritted his teeth. The assault on his cock was close to unbearable. He wanted to scream. He wanted to pull out and jerk over Natalie's face. But he also knew that his orgasm would be all the more powerful with Natalie in control. He also didn't want to deny Nat her fun.
The car five ahead was now moving.
Jim wasn't sure exactly what Natalie did next, but she stopped jerking. She stopped moving her head up and down. It was now all about suction. Powerful, unrelenting suction. She was trying to suck the cum out of him, like the semen equivalent of a vampire.
And Jim responded. His throbbing turned to rhythmic muscle spasms, flowing in waves of intensity up his cock, up to his twitching head. Then pumping. The sweet release of pumping into her waiting mouth. Again and again and again. Jim didn't know that he could keep cumming for so long.
The car in front moved and Jim put his foot on the gas. Their inertia served to push Natalie further down on to him and the last two spurts were directly into her throat.
Chest heaving, heart pounding and cock still twitching, Jim edged the car forward and picked up speed. Natalie happily kept sucking, taking every drop of cum. Cleaning now. She didn't let up until Jim pulled into a gas station two miles down the road and stopped.
As they came to a halt. Natalie raised her head. A broad smile on her flushed face.
"That was nice, babe. But I need you to fuck me now. In the back of the car, or shall we try a restroom?"
Somehow, Jim adjusted his clothing, his cock still rigid. Natalie smoothed down her skirt. Jim kissed her and stroked her cheek.
"Natalie, I... I..."
"What babe?"
"It was great for me too. Now about that fuck."
They got out, held hands, and walked purposefully towards the same restroom.
- - -
Jim and Natalie entered the bathroom in a hurried fluster.
"There's no lock on the door," Jim noticed with frustration.
"Better make it quick, then," Nat grinned. "Unless you really want an audience."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Jim smirked.
Nat shrugged. "Oh sure. The thought of some overweight trucker with a comb-over and body odor seeing me get fucked just soaks my panties."
"Oh stop it," Jim laughed, taking her by the hand. "We both know you never wear panties."
There were two stalls. Jim pulled her into the larger, handicapped one.
It was cleaner than he'd expected, thankfully, not that it would have stopped either of them at this point. They were simply too caught up in the moment to care. But it was like a an oven. He felt perspiration form on his forehead.
Jim pulled Natalie to him, kissing her with a passion she eagerly returned.
Nat reached down and undid his pants, freeing his cock. He was already fully hard, but she tugged at it anyway. "I need it," she whispered. "I need it now. Take me."
That voice. That throaty, husky lust. It made him shiver, every time.
Spinning her around, Jim faced her towards the stall door.
Nat was already bending over, her hands against the door for support. She looked back at him expectantly, her dark green eyes pleading wordlessly.
Jim hiked up her skirt. He ran his hands over the smooth creamy skin of her bubble butt before spanking each cheek with a loud crack that made her gasp.
He spanked her again, harder. It had taken Jim some time to get used to the idea that Nat liked it rough, but once he did, he embraced it. And he trusted her to tell him if it ever went too far.
Jim looked down at his beautiful lover, bent before him, naked and exposed from the waist down, legs parted in an open invitation.
Suddenly he wanted her ass, her little hole winked at him as if beckoning to plunder it.
And he knew how much Nat loved anal; another of her many pleasant surprises for him.
As with the blowjobs she frequently provided, Nat didn't just endure anal, but truly enjoyed it.
But at the moment, they had no lube. And spit never quite loosened her tight little anus up enough to take him without discomfort.