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Chapter 6 by gendo3991 gendo3991

Where to Know

A Car Ride

"Which car is yours," Barbara said as you exit the dinner to the customer parking area.

You pull a car key fob from your pocket and click the alarm button as you walk. As the alarm beeps you arrive at your Nissan R35, deep blue coupe.

"Nice car"

"Let's get out of here," you say as you enter the driver's seat. You turn on the engine as Barbara opens and enters the passenger seat. "Where to" you turn to her as you speak, a warm smile on your face.

"The quietest patch of road you can find" She replies while closing the car door and attaching her seat belt. You quickly pull out of the parking lot and drive onto the highway, you speed up to match the traffic around you and turn on the radio.

My heart will go on by Celine Dion comes blaring through the speakers. Barbara turns to you, you meet her eye's and you both begin laughing uncontrollably. This last's for several minutes till you change the station to some talk radio station. As you search for an exit off the highway leading to somewhere secluded.

You experience a moment of clarity and are overcome with the need to ask something. You turn down the radio and ask "So what exactly is this, between you and me".

She look's back at you, eyes wide then forward and undoes her seatbelt. She grab's at your belt undoing it with talent and pulls your half erect cock out over your boxers.

"What exactly do you want this to be" she was in complete control. Wrapping her hand around your cock and jerking it up and down, eventually kissing the tip now fully engorged.

"We can figure that out later" your voice strained as you attempt to concentrate on the road.

"I" Barbara takes your entire length into her mouth, hold's for a moment and then comes up for air."Agree" she completes her sentence now strings of saliva and cum connecting your cock to her mouth. Leaving one hand on the steering wheel you place the other behind her head, trying to control the friction.

As soon as she feels your hand she slides her mouth free, looks up at you and say's."This a hand's free experiences John, concentrate on the road ok".

You move your hand back to the steering wheel and Barbara again slides your length, inch by inch into her mouth. Taking you deep enough for her to not be able to breathe through her nose, then raising her head enough to breath while your cock was still in her mouth.

She repeated it over and over and over again till you can no longer hold back. You instinctually remove your left hand from the steering wheel, place it behind her head forcing her down the entire length.You release your seed deep into her throat and close your eyes momentarily to take in the feeling. You hear a car horn and quickly remember you were driving a car. You open your eyes to a massive truck coming straight at you less than 100 meters away. You release your grip on Barbara's head and pull the car back into your lane narrowly avoiding a head-on collision.

You move your car over to the emergency stop area, put it in neutral and pull the parking brake. You turn to Barbara "you okay".

"I think so" as she speak's strings of semen and saliva connect her upper and lower lip, while large amounts of fluid drip from her chin on to her hoodie. You attempt to stifle a laugh but fail.

"What's so funny," she asked still dazed by the near-**** experience. You unfold the sun visor allowing her to see the mess on her face in the inbuilt mirror.

You open the glove compartment and pass her a small tissue box, still giggling like a school girl.

"It's not funny, my makeups is all fucked up" an annoyed tone in her voice. You find it impossible to stop laughing, after the third time of looking back at you. She begins to laugh uncontrollably as well.

You take a few tissues from the box and ball them up. Then place your index and middle finger on her chin encouraging her to face you.

"How did I end up here, how do things get so fucked up so fast" as she speaks you clean her face with tissues. She attempts to never make eye contact with you while you clean.

"Because we are fucked up, we dress in fancy clothes and drive nice cars but that cant change who we are on the inside" you attempt to remove all judgment as you speak. You finish cleaning her up as best you can, opening the window and tossing the cum and saliva soaked tissues.

"We are just animals, hoping to be sore in the morning" she stared off into the distance as she spoke stuck in her own head.

You lock eye's with her "You look better without the makeup". You take her hand in your's, She look's down at your interlocked hands and then at you.

"I don't know where this lead's, I don't know what you and I are" the honesty in her eyes as she speak's is undeniable.

"If all I am to you is a good fuck then so be it, I'm okay with that" a hopeful look on your face as you speak. "Now let's find someplace to have fun".

Where do you end up

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