Red Headed Delight

Author's Note: Part Two of my series with Bubbles

After our first night together, I couldn't keep Bubbles out of my thoughts, and we continued to share racy emails through the week, starting by recapping our night together and expanding into the fantasies we hoped to play out in our subsequent meetings. Wednesday night, after her weekly bowling league game, she let me call her and enjoy a quick phone sex session, mainly me jerking off while I described all of the things I hoped to do with her before coming loudly for her, leaving a large glob of semen on my stomach I scooped up and ingested on her request.

We weren't both free again until Friday night, and we made plans for me to drive straight to her house after work. She said she wanted to have dinner together, so the plan was for me to freshen up and change into, "something nice" she demanded, so we could enjoy some dinner and drinks before returning to her house, where we talked about me spending the remainder of the weekend.

Bubbles turned her cell phone off at work, hence my call going straight to voicemail when I called her on Monday. But she only worked a half-day on Fridays in the summer, and she was quite chatty over text messages as she ran errands throughout the afternoon: getting her car cleaned and detailed, a stop at the manicurist, then the liquor and grocery stories for supplies before, as she put it, "a long, hot bath to get myself ready for you."

Friday was excruciating for me at work, especially as I took a long lunch to help get me through the afternoon. When I returned, there was a high priority issue that took a couple hours to resolve, delaying my departure from work by close to an hour. Bubbles didn't mind when I texted her, even sending me a photo of her in the bathtub to distract me from my work.

My office was half-way between our houses, so thankfully it only took about 20 minutes in rush hour traffic to get to her house after I resolved my issue at work. Bubbles was waiting for me when I arrived, clearly a little more agitated by my tardiness than she let on over text. She looked amazing with her hair and make-up done up for our date and wearing an emerald dress that showed off her red hair and light coloring well. I leaned in for a kiss as I entered, which she barely returned before pushing me to get into the shower and change.

"Hurry up, let's go" she commanded, taking my overnight bag from me and proceeding down the hallway towards her bedroom. I followed, bringing my hanging bag with the clothes I planned to wear tonight.

"I laid out a towel and wash cloth for you already," she said, throwing my bag on the bed and proceeding into the bathroom, turning to face me and reaching for my hanging bag.

"Here, give that to me," she said, turning to hang it in the adjacent closet. "Come on, chop chop" she said, clapping her hands together. "You're late and we have reservations in 30 minutes, you need to get ready," she continued, walking past me and back into the bathroom where I heard her unzipping and then rummaging through my bag.

"Get in the shower, Tom" she commanded. "I'll set-out your stuff for you," she followed with as I reached in and turned on the showerhead. I stripped quickly, and as I stepped into the shower, I saw her follow me and swipe up my dirty clothes off the floor.

"I'll put these in a basket by the dresser for you, you can just put your clothes in there for now. I can wash them for you if you need me to," she added.

"No, I brought extra clothes for the weekend," I shouted back to her over the sound of the rushing water as I started to rinse my body and lather soap into my hands.

"Ok, good. What products in this bag do you need for tonight?" she asked, her shadow visible through the shower curtain as she returned into the bathroom.

"Kind of all of it," I clarified. "Everything in there is something I'll need to use before we leave: toothbrush, deodorant, cologne. You know..." I said trailing off as I placed my head back under the showerhead to rinse the soap off my torso and arms.

"Ok, it's all set out on the counter for you. I'm going to wait in the living room because it's too hot in here, hurry up and come out when you're ready," she added as I finished washing and rinsing myself, turning off the water moments after she left the room.

I prepared quickly, evaluating my clothing options based on her emerald dress selection. I wear a lot of blue, so it's not that hard to pair, but I wanted to look my best for her, obviously tonight was something special for her.

I selected a blue checked button down and dark grey slacks, finishing them with black dress shoes and belt. I dressed as quickly as I could and was applying the finishing touches of beard oil and hair product when she came back in to check on me.

"Oh, you're ready" she said as she entered the bathroom, accompanied by the strong scent of cigarette smoke following her.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her into me, her smiling a bit as I pressed my lips to her before opening her mouth and accepting my tongue, the unmistakable taste of cigarette on it.

"I'm going to put on some perfume and then be ready to go," she said as she broke free from our embrace, and I turned back to the mirror to check my hair one last time.

"I'm ready when you are," I said to her as she applied a few hints of perfume and grabbed my hand leading me out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen.

"I'm going to drive, ok?" she said without waiting for me to respond, 'I know where we're going. Plus, I got the car detailed today and you should see how clean it is" she added before grabbing her purse and keys off the counter and leading me out the back door of her house.

"Yeah, where are we going?" I asked her as she walked around the car towards the driver's side.

"This nice little steak house I like," she said, opening the car door and leaning in to enter. I followed, and as she revved up the engine, added, "and as a gentleman, I expect you to pay for tonight," while turning to look at me.

"Wow, ok" I said laughing a bit as she put the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway. As she threw it into drive, I grabbed her left hand and asked her to look at me.

Starring into her eyes, I told her, "I am so happy you agreed to go on a date with me. Of course I'm going to pay," and she smiled back, returned her focus to the road and sped off down the street.

I didn't know where we were going, she literally had not shared the name of the restaurant with me. And this wasn't my part of town, so I watched the stores pass along the street as we made small talk about our Fridays, me more interested in her day than sharing the minutia of mine.

As I didn't know where we were headed, I didn't think much when she pulled off the main street onto one with a series of medical offices on it. As we drove deeper, the traffic got quieter and quieter and when she turned right into a parking lot with no cars in it, past the main building and into a three-level parking garage, my concerns were raised.

"Uhh, where are we going?" I asked as we were still in the lot, headed towards the garage structure.

"Don't worry," she replied, not taking her eyes off the road.

"Umm, I'm not worried..." I trailed off as we entered the garage, and she took the ramp up to the second level. "Is this the restaurant?" I asked.

"No, stupid" she said while driving the car deeper into the lot, turning right into a dead-end section and into a spot. She threw the car into park but left it running.

"This is a parking garage. The restaurant is just down the road," she clarified, turning in her seat to address me.

"Okaayyy," I dragged out. "So why are we here?" I asked even more confused, turning in my chair to face her.

She leaned towards me, almost putting her knees on her seat as she inched closer to me, reaching out and running her right hand down my chest. "You know how I've told you about wanting to give you a blowjob in my car..." she started to trail off, letting me fill in the blanks with the realization of what was to come shining across my face.

"Well, I just thought we could sit here and I could give you a blowjob before we head to dinner," she finished, closing the remaining distance between us and leaning in for a kiss, which I returned happily, grasping her face with my right hand to bring her in closer before she broke away, slumping against the driver side car door.

"Unless you don't want to do that," she added. I was trying to crawl across the middle console to get at her now.

"No, no, I definitely want that," I said pleadingly, her pushing my chest lightly to ward off my advances.

"I thought that's what you'd say" she confirmed, reaching out to grasp my hard cock through my pants. "You certainly seem up for it," she added before moving both her hands towards my belt buckle. I shifted in my seat to help her with access to my belt and pants button, I absolutely love it when a woman undresses me.

I sat up to help get my zipper down, then slightly stood to push my pants and underwear down a few inches to give her better access to my cock. I sat back in the chair, and raised up my shirt, her right hand reaching out and grasping the base of my cock in the same motion. I leaned my head back against the headrest and moaned aloud.

I felt her switch hands, with now the inside of her left hand stoking my cock from base to temp as I heard her shift in her seat, looking over to watch her start to climb across the headrest, her beautiful ass in the air, and bring her mouth down to my hard, waiting cock.

She traced her tongue along my cock head, teasingly playing with my pee hole before swirling her tongue further across the head and bringing my hardness into her mouth, closing around the first few inches below my cockhead and moaning herself as she started to slide her warm mouth and tongue over my cock.

I moaned loudly and gave out a quiet, "oh shit" as she continued to work her mouth and tongue around my cock, taking me out of her mouth until just the cock head was left, before plunging down and taking more of me into her mouth. She moaned along with me as she worked the middle section of my cock in and out of her mouth, before taking me out completely and licking and sucking on my thick shaft, working back towards the top of my cock before plunging her mouth back down on my full hardness.

Her moans and hums of pleasure added to the moment for me, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out very long, which I suspected was her goal. I ran my right hand through her hair and told her how amazing her mouth felt on my cock.

But in my head, I was trying to think about anything to keep me from exploding too quickly into her mouth. I thought about her describing this fantasy to me, how one of her favorite things to do with her ex-husband was long Saturday drives through the mountains, teasing each other along the way before pulling over in a quiet spot so she could suck him off in the car. Sometimes even giving him road head while they drove down a desolate state highway.

Sometimes, a blowjob wasn't enough and she described crawling across the center console to ride him in the car, or him taking her outside and fucking her from behind on the car's hood, her pressed down hard against the hot car while he stood behind and took her hard and violently until he unloaded inside her, his cum dripping down her thighs for the remainder of their journey. She kept the car in the divorce, and those memories.

I could feel the tightening in my balls, and returned to the present moment, opening my eyes and looking down at her beautiful red hair, taking grasp of it in my right fingers and holding tightly to encourage her oral assault on my cock.

"I'm going to come soon," I told her in labored breaths.

She took me out of her mouth, then back in quickly to remove the lingering saliva, and out again to add, "Good, I want you to shoot your load down my throat, ok? And without waiting for reply, brought her mouth back to my needy cock.

I grunted when I reentered her mouth and enjoyed her next few passes over my cock.

"I want to be a good boy and come in your mouth," I said, starting to strain in urge to come.

"Mmm hmm," she mumbled back in response, not removing my cock from her mouth.

"I want to be good for you and come," I started to beg as I could feel the orgasm rising through my balls and forcing its way through my cock.

"Ohh, I'm gonna commmme," I barely completed as the first wave of orgasm hit me, my cock stretching to an unimaginable thickness as the second then third wave of orgasm hit before my cock, finally, started spewing my release into her mouth. I was so hard and in need of release that I was jumping out of seat before I started ejaculating, then sank back into the seat and pumped four, five, six globs of semen into her mouth.

She stopped working the head to collect my loads of ejaculate but didn't remove my cock from her mouth. She brought her left hand to the base and pumped me a few times to encourage the final release of my ejaculate as she collected herself and began working my cockhead again, sucking a little aggressively to receive the final bits of my orgasm.

Satisfied I was done, she lazily continued working my cock in her mouth, before taking it out and placing a kiss directly on my cock head, before releasing it and letting it slap against my stomach, leaning up to smile at me and lean in for a small peck, which I turned into a fuller, more serious kiss that soon had me tasting the remnants of my come on her tongue.

She pushed me back and thanked me, before looking up to check out her reflection in the mirror and fixing up her hair a bit.

"What are you thanking me for?" I asked in somewhat disbelief, "I should be thanking you for that."

She looked at me and smiled. "Thank you for being open to my fantasies. I have a lot more where that came from," she said, readjusting in her seat and putting the car back into reverse.

"Get yourself fixed up; we still have dinner reservations."