This is going to be awkward, I think to myself. I'll definitely have to do this again. I'm driving through the night, thinking over what just happened. But let's go back a bit.
We're away at one of my wife's family events, incredibly boring, but I take time away from my weekend to fly out and spend time with her folks. I'll fly back Sunday evening by myself, which I actually appreciate, at least I'll get some sort of rest during this weekend.
When I get there on Saturday, my sister-in-law, let's call her Zoe, comes up to me and asks whether I could give her a lift to the airport on Sunday as she's flying out a bit earlier than me. No problem, I tell her. She gives me a hug – she's "friendly" like that – and to me that would be it already. Little did I know...
In the evening there is some drinks and socialising planned, which only the drinking part is really interesting to me. We show up and Zoe, as if she was waiting for someone, greets us at the door and gives me another hug, this time slightly longer and tighter. I put it down to her having had a few drinks and just being her "friendly" self.
As the evening wears on, I get nice and buzzed. Maybe it's just the drink that's getting to me, but I feel like Zoe is somehow trying to establish body contact. Walking past me, I can feel her butt rubbing against me. She leans over my shoulder to reach something - I can feel her boobs on my shoulder.
I don't mind that at all – actually, she's actually really cute. She used to dance competitively and has one of those dancer butts, shaped like apples and firm but also soft. Her boobs are quite small, but really perky and really fit her body type. Her face is probably the most attractive part. She's got huge green eyes, nice full lips and really knows how to wear make-up appropriately. I've known her a while and noticed she also had a tongue piercing. In naughty moments, I imagine why she got it... Anyway, I think nothing of it, maybe she just does that to everybody.
Sunday comes along and it's time to say our good byes and get on the road. It's about an hour-long drive, mostly on the motorway, hardly any traffic at this time. We get out on the motorway, I put on cruise control and try to strike up a conversation with Zoe. Before we got to anything, I can feel her grabbing my had, gently stroking it. She looks me in the eyes and tells me how thankful she is that I could give her lift.
"No biggie..." I say.
"It is!" Zoe insists.
She doesn't know how to thank me, I'd always be the one to do things for others and never ask for anything back.
I'm wondering if she's still intoxicated from last night. I mean I don't mind helping out, but it's not like I'm saving the world.
She asks me how much longer we've got to the airport. "About 20 minutes." Click, she's unbuckled.
Before I know what's going on, her head is in my lap, she's unbuttoning my jeans. Trying to drive while also halfway trying to stop whatever is going on, I just think "What the fuck is this?" I get out an awkward "Hey?!" as Zoe tells me this is the least she can do.
My soft dick gets covered by her lips immediately and completely disappears in her mouth. As I get harder she doesn't manage to get much in anymore, as this is a really awkward position.
It feels really good, but the awkward angle and her limited movement is not going to make me cum. I don't want to discourage her, and as her head is bopping up and down I give her a "oh yeah" to keep her going. Unfortunately, we're already rolling up to the airport before I can actually get anything out of this and we don't have time to stop somewhere.
She doesn't even stop until we park the rental car, fully aware people can see her and know what she was doing as she comes back up.
Her lips are covered in saliva, she looks at me, realising we've arrived as her the look on her face turns almost sad. "Oh my god, I really wanted to give you a nice treat, I'm so sorry I didn't make you cum!" she says almost apologetically.
I don't know what to say and only get out a "Don't worry, I appreciate the gesture!" realising that's a really weird thing to say after something like this.
Awkwardly we walk to security and through to the gates. Zoe's on a slightly earlier flight, but to the same city and my car is parked at her house because she lives quite closely to the airport I'm flying into. Shouldn't be a problem to just pop in, get my car and head back home and jerk off thinking about what could have been if we had more time earlier.
She's already home when I get to her house and calls me in. "I'm just going in to say hi and then head out!" I'm thinking.
"Could you just come to the living room, please?" I hear Zoe.
Yeah, why not. I come into the living room and I can literally feel my jaw drop. Zoe is in the middle of the living room, kneeling down, wearing the most amazing negligee I've ever seen.
