Let Laura hang out with you.

"Thanks for stopping by," she says through a light smile, when suddenly a gleam shines across her eyes and she changes her stance. "But, you know, just because we can't exactly hang out in my home... that doesn't mean I couldn't hang out with you."

The door suddenly closes behind her as she lets go of the knob and looks up to you eagerly, having stepped outside with little to no warning, and in flip-flops.

She drops her keys into her pocket.

"Where to?"

You lead her and her shirtless person down the pathway of her house. With a snap of your finger, an average sedan appears on the sidewalk. Laura's surprise is quickly assuaged by your doing. On her face is a casual smile as you open the front passenger door for her and she slides in.

The engine revs, and in little time, the road is peeling under the tires.

With a thought, Laura pulls her gaze away from the window.

"Well, while I'm here, do you want a blowjob?"

After giving her your approval, she bends over the central compartment and begins fishing your cock from your pants. When her warm hands wrap around your relatively enlarged member, it instantly seizes up.

Spurting out like a fountain, the cum from your cock washes Laura's face in clear white. It seems to persist for nearly half a minute. When it eventually subsides, she looks like she had just gotten dumped a bucket full of cold water -- milky, gooey water.

For a moment, it seems like she doesn't know how to respond. "Sorry about that," you calmly conduct a wish with her in mind.

With a laugh, she accepts your apology, and returns to tending your hard penis. It is just as ready to go as ever, and throbbing for release. Without asking questions, she opens her mouth and stretches out her tongue over your tip and down your shaft, tending to your pulsing bar with the expertise of a red-light regular as the bob begins.

A few minutes later you stop at a real red light. The stimulation reaches a head and, climactically, you explode in her budding orifice. She emerges gurgling and with a few coughs in tow. A moment is needed for her to catch her breath. She wipes her mouth with a hand and in turn the rest of her face as she turns to you. "So... how..." She pounds her chest a handful of times to clear out both lungs. "...how was that?"

"Good."

"Great!"

"Was that your first time?"

"Yeah." She swallows some remaining fractions of your expulsion. "Ever."

Despite mostly you being the one to thank, you decide not to burst the bubble.

The ride is a mostly trivial affair. She brings up some random topics every now and then, to which you treat a harmless, trivial answer, and sometimes insight. Eventually, come the umpteenth red light of the day, however, she suddenly bucks in her seat and crushes the center of her shorts against her wrist.

"OHHHH -- ugh -- GAAWWWDDD!"

You realize her egg has finally taken its due. With a creak, she pushes back against the seat, pumping and humping like it was her last reverie. Via an extra push from you, her orgasm from the vibrator rocks her body mercilessly, and you watch earnestly as the car flanking her side of the sedan coils with surprise at the topless teen getting off in your front seat.