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I felt almost drunk. Everything about Lisa was intoxicating; her shadowy eyes, full of mystery, her dark, shiny hair that hung over her shoulders, her full, pouty lips, her body that looked like it had been sculpted by the Gods themselves. Even her perfume was perfect, sweet but not too strong. My world spun in circles as she giggled and bit her lip.

Suddenly, without thinking, I began leaning forward. It all happened in slow motion, her expression changing, her eyebrows rising before I closed my eyes, puckered my lips and-

Good God

She didn't stop me. She didn't pull away. She met my lips with hers. I melted into the sweetest, marshmallow, ice cream sundae of a kiss. Her lips felt as soft and full as they looked. The kiss started tender and sweet but the intoxication only continued. I needed more.

I opened my mouth and slid my tongue into hers. She met it gracefully. The smell and taste of our deep fried feast gave way to the scent of her strawberry perfume and vanilla lip gloss.

I shifted in the seat to get a better angle as I had no intention of stopping. I pressed forward, trying to mash my lips as hard into hers as I could. At first I had thought that my panting had increased, then I realized the soft sounds I heard were coming from Lisa.

She shifted closer to me, reaching out and grabbing my arm. Goosebumps formed on my bicep at her velvety touch. Her hand slid down my arm to my elbow and then she was pressing her body against mine. I could feel her heavy breasts press against my arm and chest.

My cock immediately started to swell.

I brushed her hair out of her eyes then cupped her face in my hand. Lisa responded by moaning lightly into my mouth and pressing harder into me. The front seat was not the most comfortable place for a long, sustained makeout session but neither of us seemed to care. For the next few minutes our lips never parted. Every time one of us took a quick breath for air, the other would push forward, seeking the other's lips again.

I was rock hard, straining against my shorts. I was in another world, somehow reveling in every split second while floating off into outer space. My hands instinctively went to Lisa's sides, steadying myself and pulling her tighter to me. My fingers slipped under the hem of her blouse, the tips brushing her bare skin. The sudden skin-on-skin contact snapped me back to reality.

"So..." I said, breaking the kiss. We were both breathing heavily. "What were the ground rules you guys came up with?"

Lisa smirked. Her chest heaved, her perfect cleavage rising and lowering with every deep breath. She leaned forward, bringing those perfect lips next to my ear.

She whispered seductively, "We agreed to only do what we'd be comfortable with on a first date."

Before I could process what she had said, she kissed me again.

Huh? I thought this was supposed to eliminate the grey area? What if everyone was comfortable with doing different things on a first date? I haven't been on a first date since high school and, if I'm being honest, we were already past how far Chelsea and I went.

Fuck it. I guess we are just going to have to find out.

I placed my hands on Lisa's breasts. She yelped, the soft squeal echoing down my throat as I squeezed and molded her glorious rack through her top. My cock pulsed every time my fingers pressed into the soft fabric, squishing her breasts in my palms.

She pulled away and pulled her shirt up over her head, tossing it onto the dashboard. She was wearing a basic, black padded bra. It was nothing special and, honestly, she had worn things much skimpier than that already on vacation but, in the moment, it was overwhelming. I drank in the sight for a breath then lunged forward. She did the same, our lips crashing together hard and aggressive. My hands shot back to her chest, massaging her breasts through the soft bra pads.

Suddenly, Lisa's hand dropped between my legs, her palm pressing hard against my rock-hard cock. A deep moan escaped from my lips as she began to stroke my shaft through my shorts. Precum oozed from the tip, soaking through my boxers and dampening my shorts.

"Fuck, Lisa," I groaned as her fingers brushed my balls. She bit my lip lightly then shoved her tongue back into my mouth. I was putty in her hands. I had to concentrate just to keep myself upright, rather than turn into a physical puddle in her lap.

My mind was snapped back once again to reality when I felt her fingers working my fly. In one swift motion, she unzipped my shorts and her small, delicate fingers found their way through the opening in my boxers.

A jolt of electricity shot through me as she wrapped her hand around my shaft. She struggled a bit, pumping her fist inside my boxers. Suddenly emboldened - by what, I'll never know - I pulled my shorts down to my knees then my boxers followed. Her lips and tongue never left mine, stroking my shaft out in the open air of my car. My cock was pulsing in her grip, drooling precum down her fingers.

I grunted, bucking up into her fist. I reached around, my trembling fingers searching for the clasp to her bra but, just as I found it, she lunged forward, pulling her body from my grasp. I watched her face descend.

Holy shit

Her lips pursed then she placed them to the tip of my cock. My breath was caught in my chest as she descended, sliding those perfect pillowy lips down my shaft, engulfing me in the incredible warmth of her mouth.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned as she bottomed out, her nose nestled in my pubic hair. "Oh, God, Lisa." She slid back up, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock before she pushed back down again. My legs instantly tensed up. My eyes squinted as I tried not to blow my load immediately down Lisa's throat.

She continued, slow and deliberate, the slick, wet warmth of her mouth sending electric jolts through me with every bob of her head. I brushed the hair from her face and forced myself to look down. The site was almost too much for me to handle. Her dark hair splayed over her shoulder, across her back. Her dark eyes were fixed on my cock. Her perfect chin moved up and down, her cheeks sucking in rhythm with every bob of her head.

"Fuck, Lisa," I groaned again. The blowjob felt like it lasted two hours but also only two seconds. I never wanted it to end. Unfortunately, I only had so much control.

Lisa's right hand cupped my balls. Her left followed her lips up and down my shaft.

"Jesus, Lees. I'm getting close. Oh, fuck yea."

She kept her slow, deliberate pace.

"Oh, Lees, I'm so close."

She began twisting her left hand along my shaft. She rolled my testicles in her right.

"Oh, Lees. Oh, Lisa. Fuck. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, oh fuck."

She pushed her head down one final time then began swirling her tongue around the head of my cock. That was it. Nothing was stopping the inevitable. I took a deep breath, relaxing as best I could as I gave completely into the sensation.

"Oh my God," I grunted. The first blast fired into her mouth. She didn't flinch. Her tongue kept swirling as she swallowed hard. A second spurt followed, even larger than the first. Again, she swallowed, her tongue never stopping its torturous twirl. Spurt after spurt continued as I emptied myself into her, her fingertips still working my balls, trying to drain them for all they were worth. Finally, after one last loud grunt accompanied the final spurt, Lisa popped my cock from her lips with a little smack. A bead of cum dripped from the corner of her mouth. She quickly wiped it with her thumb and licked it clean.

"Holy shit," I said, panting heavily. "Lees. That was amazing."

"You know, for a moment there, I wasn't sure you were even going to kiss me tonight."