Road head

Jeff is firm about not saying a word about the surprise. He’s also firm in other ways, as you can attest from rubbing his crotch.

“Well, I see your lips are sealed,” you say, “but that doesn’t mean mine have to be.”

You return your hand to Jeff’s crotch and unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. It is by no means the first time you have gone after his cock, and it’s not the first time you’ve done it in the car. It is, however, the first time you’ve tried to blow him while he’s driving an open convertible on a busy street in broad daylight.

“You dirty little girl!” he says, with a nervous chuckle. You see Jeff looking carefully in his mirrors and all around him, and you know he is nervous about being seen, but you also notice he does nothing to stop you from your mission.

“Just a little snack to keep myself occupied until you can show me the surprise,” you say, taking hold of his shaft and bending over to lick its underside.

You love Jeff’s cock. It is just the right size to fill you up, and his masculine scent and salty taste never fail to bring out the wanton slut in you.

Jeff moans as you take him fully in your mouth and begin to suck. You can’t see how well he is keeping the car straight, but you do feel him slow the car somewhat.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so good, Candy,” he says approvingly. “Why’d you ever have to go off to college?”

You lift your mouth off his dick long enough to say, “You’re always welcome to come visit me.” You resume your expert oral skills, deep-throating him as he weaves his way through traffic.

The honk of a couple of car horns tells you that your performance is not going unnoticed. Jeff’s breathing is becoming more labored.

“I think I need to find a place to pull over,” he says.