The horn honked

“‘Sir,’ I said to him,” said Cathy, “in my best grateful woman’s voice, ‘How can I thank you?’

“He told me no thanks were necessary – ‘My pleasure,’ he said – and again I expressed my thanks. I leaned across and gave him a kiss on his cheek. As I did so, I put my hand on his thigh to support myself.”

“On purpose?” I’d never known Cathy to act quite so forward.

“Well, that’s what he wondered. He turned to look in my eyes, and started to say something but stopped. We looked into each other’s eyes. You know how rare that is? It’s funny, that’s so rare. And he didn’t say anything, and I didn’t, and it just seemed the right thing for me to do to slide my hand across his groin. I shifted next to him and with both hands I took his belt in my hands and pulled the strap loose. With a tug I undid it. Slowly I pulled it open. Then I looked him in the eyes again.

“Neither of us said another word. I unbuttoned the button of his slacks and raised the metal flap of his zipper between my thumb and forefinger. Very very slowly I slipped his zipper down. He sat perfectly still, except for the shifting and stirring he couldn’t control beneath the zipper. I pulled the front of his slacks open and reached into the fly of his boxers. His cock was already hard, but I was feeling for his warmth. I cradled his balls in my hand, rolling him about, feeling the weight of his balls in their sacs. Then I gently stroked his shaft.”

“You did not.”

“I certainly did. And that was enough foreplay. I pulled his pants and shorts down his legs, and with the usual awkward adjustments of fooling around in a car – oh, we honked the horn. Didn’t you hear the horn honk?”

I couldn’t remember. I didn’t think so, but then, maybe I did. My memory and my imagination were becoming indistinguishable.

“His cock grew even firmer in my mouth. I popped his head between my lips, in and out of the circle I made with my lips. He is fatter than you Hon, and he tasted different. Both before and after. He put his hand on the back of my head and let out the quietest of groans. I grasped his cock in my hand, it was wet from my mouth, and together he fucked my mouth and I swallowed his cock, feeling him get even harder, feeling him gather and tense, until he shot a thick hot glob of cum into my throat. Just outside the window here I sucked him off and it was sweet.”

“No way, “ I said.

“Way,” said Cathy. “And that’s not all I did. What’s more, I can prove it.”