I slowly remove my two wet middle fingers from your smooth, wet pussy and your body spasms slightly as I press your swollen clit on the way out. You slowly turn and look at me. The light from the movie screen illuminates your face, and I can see your eyes are still slightly hooded with arousal and satisfaction, your body slightly slumped from the "exertion".
"Was it good?" I whisper. You nod your head slowly. "Say it."
"I think you know, I enjoyed that immensely," you reply as you slowly rub your right nipple with your left hand beneath your open shirt.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," I demand. You comply, and I put my wet and sticky fingers on the tip of your waiting tongue. You move your head slightly forward and close your mouth around my fingers and your tongue rolls slowly over and between my fingers. I pull my fingers from your soft, wet mouth.
"How do you taste?" I ask.
"Why don't you see for yourself," you whisper as you lean across the arm of the seat and kiss me. You dart your tongue into mouth and share the lingering aftertaste of your wetness. During this lingering kiss, you have pulled your hand from beneath your blouse, and placed it on the crotch of my jeans.
"What have we here?" you ask, rhetorically.
My eyes are closed in anticipation, and you whisper, "Do you want me to take him out and play with him?" I nod.
I hear you whisper, "What's good for the goose is good for the gander. Say it."
I open my eyes and turning and leaning say, "May I have a handjob?"
