You go down on Jennie, kneeling on the roadside by your car door

Your call to witness to Jennie Bee's pleasure finds you kneeling on Jennie's bright yellow safety vest in front of the passenger door of your big old car. Jennie's work pants are pulled down to the tops of her beat-up, steel-toed work boots. Her bare butt rests on the edge of the seat, her strong, solid thighs spread wide to show her bushy mound and swollen lady-lips.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Jennie says. Her eyes are wide. You think you see a little sparkle in them, and a little twitch in her cheeks that wants to be a smile.

"Let's find your sweetness and your joy," you tell her. "Then you'll know what to pray for."

"I used to do this for guys," Jennie tells you. "When I was trying to date? And they liked it? But it never kinda worked out. For me I mean. But I did it for one of my road crew, the guy who really helped show me the ropes. It was right before he had to leave 'cause his reserve unit got called up. So it was my goodbye and thank you. It felt like the best gift, and he was so sweet about it."

You take a deep breath and take in the scent of a warm day with hay-sweet dry grasses and dust and good honest work sweat and Jenny Bee's strong womanly scent from her damp lady-lips.

"Oh hon," you tell Jennie. "Let me give you back that gift." You admire the beauty of her womanhood and the strength of her body.

"I'm all right?" Jennie says. "I'm not, you know, too ugly or sweaty down there, I mean?"

"No, hon, you're as God made you." You whisper a prayer of thanks. "Let me taste your joy."

It takes your lips and tongue a few minutes to find the rhythm of the dance, but Jennie's womanhood is a full meal for you. Jennie's lips have the sweet funky smell of summer weeds. The moisture that springs forth is salty, slippery, a tiny bit sweet. Her pearl swells under your tongue tip.

Jennie's fires are slow to kindle, but when they arrive, oh, when they arrive, they take control of her, bodily.

"Oh Mary, that's it, that's it, you're there, you're there, yes, yes, yes!" Jennie shouts out with the tones of sounding brass. Her cry of joy raises an echo from a cliff across the way. She puts her hands behind your head, pressing your face into her womanhood. Her hips pump back and forth, and she gushes out juice upon your car seat, on your chin, and down your blouse. Her thighs close round your head, straining hard with the full strength of her big thighs.

The darkness of your closed eyes washes out into an ocean of golden stars, and you sail away on their waves.

"Mary, Mary, are you okay? Mary, speak to me."

You blink your eyes and take in a sobbing breath. Your ears hurt. The back of your head hurts where it's resting on the ground, no, resting on Jennie's safety vest.

"Oh, hon, what happened?" you say. There's a throb of a headache when you move your head. "Oh dear."

"I just kept coming and coming and then when I came down, you were lying down on the ground like that," Jennie says. "Oh, I think you're gonna have a bruise. Let me go through the first aid check-up."

"Help me sit up, hon?"

Jennie concludes that you don't have a concussion, but you have a couple of bumps on your head.

"We should get you back to your crew, Jennie," you say. "There can't be much time left in your lunch hour. How about you drive us back and I'll sit in the car until I know I'm all right."

You have Hard -1, Hot +3, Cool 0, Control -1, Mistress and Mind Control.
You have 2 XP.

Jennie cums (+1 XP), No trouble, She loves it, You eat her ass, Take +1 Forward.

Jennie parks your car next to her road construction site. She puts on her safety vest and helmet and goes back to work flagging cars through or holding them back.

Your head still hurts a bit, and you end up spending the rest of Jennie's shift resting up and waiting for her. You give yourself a little sponge bath on your face, repair your make-up, and brush out your hair. After all that, it doesn't look quite so much like you were laid flat by a bare-bottomed lady paratrooper who skydived with spread legs straight onto your face.

But if it doesn't look like it, it feels like it. Strong legs, that girl.

Jennie comes back to check on you. "You feeling okay, Mary? You didn't have to wait around for me."

"I wanted to, hon," you say. "I had a naughty thought, though. If I could share? About your sister, if it matters."

"Uh-huh?" Jennie says.

"You want me to come home with you and make you shout for joy so she knows you're not frigid?"

Jennie's eyes pop wide open and her mouth makes a little 'O'. "Ma'am, Miz Mary, oh!" she says. "Wow, I mean, um..."

Roll +HOT(+4, taking +1 forward) to TELL Jennie you want to EAT HER where her sister can hear her come: 5 + 4 = 9. She'll do it if you can sweet-talk her into it.