Road head

I scan the mirrors more than usual, hyper-aware that I’m driving something worth way more than I am, and try to get used to driving something this size compared to my little car. Meanwhile, Sofia settles into the passenger seat, pulling her legs up so that nearly all of her thighs are showing. She’s quiet for the first minute or so, letting me get comfortable behind the wheel. Then her hand drifts over to rest on my leg high enough that her pinky brushes the inseam of my shorts.

I glance at her.

“You good?” she asks.

“Uh, sure,” I say with a nervous chuckle.

“You’re driving just fine.” Her fingers start to trace along my thigh, and I can’t help being slightly distracted by it.

At the first red light we hit, she props herself up in her seat to more easily turn in my direction, and slides her hand higher. Her fingertips find the button of my slacks, and deftly pops it open. The zipper comes down next. When she slips her hand inside the fly of my boxers and wraps her fingers around me, I’m glad she waited for when I was stopped at a light.

“Jesus, Sofia,” I groan and suck in a breath.

She doesn’t even pause to acknowledge me. Instead she glances around the intersection like she’s checking out the cars around us. The pickup to our left has a lifted suspension, and there’s no passenger. The driver is sitting high enough that even if he looked over, he shouldn’t be able to see what she’s doing. The sedan on the right sits way too low to worry about. Behind us is a delivery van, but the rear tint probably blocks him from being able to see much of anything. Good enough.

She turns back to me with a mischievous wink, then leans across the console without another word.

The few strands of hair that escaped her bun brush my arm as she bends and I’ve quickly got to pull it out of the way so my arm isn’t trapped and she’s got room. I feel her warm breath first, then the wetness of her tongue before the softness of her lips as they close around the head. I let out a moan, and push my head back into the headrest, savoring the warmth that’s enveloped me. Eventually the light turns green, and I ease off the brake, trying to keep my foot steady on the gas while she takes my entire, mostly-flaccid, dick in her mouth.

Within seconds I’m thickening against her tongue. She hums her approval, and sucks on my dick while bobbing her head, rapidly bringing it back to life. It doesn’t take long before her lips are having to stretch around me, sliding down what she can until I bump the back of her throat. Now that I’m hard, she pauses there, breathing through her nose. I feel her throat contracting against the tip before she starts to move.

I grip the wheel harder. Thank god the traffic is light, but even still, every lane change and dodge of a pothole feels magnified with her head buried in my lap. She works me with her practiced skills, using her tongue on what she can. Her lips alternate between keeping a steady seal and just using them to increase the pressure around me. When her saliva starts to dribble down to my balls, she brings her hand into the mix, stroking me in time with her twisting head. Her car is quiet enough that the noises she’s making easily drowns out the road noise around us.

At the next light, I take advantage of the opportunity to enjoy the feeling of Sofia’s mouth on me. Deciding to relax my right arm, I rest it along her back, feeling her body move under it.

“Fuck… your mouth feels so good.”

She pulls off just long enough to speak, but keeps her mouth close enough that her lips tickle the tip as she does. “That’s the idea, sweetie.” Then she dives back down.

She tries to take more than she had been, tilting her head and relaxing her throat. I feel the resistance give for a second as the head slips past the tight ring, but the angle is all wrong with her leaning sideways over the console. She gags for a second, then pulls back, huffing in frustration.

“Chinga,” she mutters, pulling off again and using her hand some more. “The angle’s too awkward. I can’t deepthroat you like this. Sorry.”

I manage a breathless laugh. “Don’t apologize. I can’t believe you’re even doing this in the first place.”

She grins, wrapping her hand back around the base, and returning her mouth to the head. She spends more time focusing on sucking the tip and flicking the slit with her tongue while her hand works my shaft. My right hand drifts down her spine, over the curve of her lower back, then cups one firm cheek, squeezing gently. I can feel the outline of her thong through the thin fabric of her dress. A quick but quiet moan escapes her, and she tilts her ass higher like she’s encouraging more.

Traffic stays mercifully light. A few cars pass, but no one’s beside us long enough to notice anything. I do my best to keep my eyes on the road, only glancing down to watch her dark hair that’s pulled into a loose bun, slowly working its way free. Unable to resist, I get a grip on the thong at the top of her crack, pulling it so it gives her more of a wedgie, but also pulls tightly over her mound. She shivers, takes me a fraction deeper in response, and I feel the kissing of her throat against the tip of my dick again. Even if she can’t quite manage to take all of me in this position, it’s more than enough.

The tension in my balls is building with every stroke of her hand and bob of her head. She’s relentless and I love it. Sucking the head with focus, stimulating the sensitive crown with her lips and tongue while her hand expertly works my shaft. My right hand stays glued to her ass, kneading the full cheek, and keeping her panties hooked in my fingers. I tug it again, harder, picturing the fabric digging in and disappearing between her cheeks and maybe her lips a little, while the front pulls taut over her mound. Another muffled moan comes out.

I’m losing the battle to stay composed. My left hand is white-knuckled on the wheel. Every small bump in the road feels like a jolt, and every red light feels like torture because she uses it as a chance to slow down and tease me instead. I can feel it building, knowing my balls are tightening under her stroking fingers.

“Sofia,” I rasp. “I’m starting to get close.”

She doesn’t answer with words, just hums encouragingly and takes me as deep as the angle allows, speeding up her hand. The louder the noises are that she’s making, the louder my own heartbeat is thumping in my ears.

I floor it a little harder than necessary at the next green, weaving through the sparse traffic like I’m racing the clock. My apartment complex is only a couple blocks away at this point, and I know the entrance is just up ahead. I’m practically going tense and trying not to thrust up into her mouth or accidentally put the gas pedal through the floor.

“Almost there,” I mutter, more to myself than her. “Fuck. Hold on.”

I’m pretty sure she feels me starting to tense up and throb against her tongue, and doubles down. Suddenly the suction steps up a notch, along with quicker bobs of her head, and her hand pumping the base with rapid, firm strokes. My vision narrows to the last stretch of road and the dark mane of her hair over my lap.

I whip into the complex entrance fast enough the tires chirp slightly on the turn and she has to let go of me to brace herself. With my apartment near the front, I yank the wheel and pull into one of the guest parking spaces. The Range Rover rocks to a stop. I quickly put it into park and kill the engine. I don’t waste a second.

My left hand gathers the thick mass of her hair that’s gathered into the bun. I grip it like a handle and urge her to turn her head a touch so I can see the side of her face. My right hand goes back to her ass, palming the globe I’ve fallen in love with, hard. I yank the dress up over her ass and get my fingers under her thong, reaching as far as I can to feel her pussy for that little extra something for myself.

The contact makes her moan around me, and that’s it. I cum with a guttural grunt, slamming my head back against the headrest, and no longer fighting my hips from jerking up as the first massive surge hits her tongue. She takes every spurt, swallowing greedily, and working me with her hand and mouth. Wave after wave courses through my groin until I’m shuddering and gasping for breath like I’ve run a sprint.

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