Without a word, Traci reaches over to me in the darkness and finds my mouth. Her mouth is open and her tongue searches urgently. Our cab is two cars back from the exit ticket booth and twenty minutes to a half hour tops from the hotel. We have a meeting in an hour.
"God, you taste like home, Baby," I whisper into her mouth. Her hand is in my lap. Now it is unzipping my pants. I smile through the darkness at the way she is teasing and put my arm around her, pulling her close and letting my hand drift down her back and up again to massage her slender neck. The next thing I know she is actually pulling my cock out of my pants. I look at her in shock and glance up to see if the driver is watching. She doesn't even look back at me. She is dropping her head to my dick. My surprise aside, I am hardening fast and I don't even look toward the exit attendant as we drive through the gate.
Hot, wet, eager lips engulf my cock and I melt into them. Traci sucks me hungrily. As delirious with lust as she has me, I can tell I am only the tool; Traci is the player. I am here for her pleasure this time.
I know how this is going to end. She is going to gulp down every drop of my orgasm without spilling a drop. Even though I know this, I still have that natural desire to beg her to do it, maybe from the age old universal fear that for some reason she'll stop.
