Took her home, supposedly

I may be a high-functioning alcoholic, though I wouldn't push my luck and say that; after a shitty day at work I thought to just go grab a drink, any would do. And so, after one bottle at a pub I came across, I was supposed to leave but noticed a nicely dressed woman checking up on her phone and looking worried, looking down at the screen, swiping up, and thumbing on some apps before turning her phone off as if she was waiting for someone who wasn't there yet.

Rolling my eyes and sighing, I knew I was going to regret doing something stupid, but after a fistful of free peanuts, I grabbed my coat and headed towards the door, stopping only when I was in front of her.

"Miss, is there something wrong?" Her face was a juggle of confusion, worry, and trouble until she recollected herself and pocketed her phone.

"I was supposed to meet someone here, but he's late now. 30 minutes late." Looking around the pub, it was obvious that she was feeling uneasy now. I can imagine that looking that nice in a dress that gave emphasis to her rather large breasts and being around a few drunk lads and old men wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world.

Checking if my vision was any blurry or fit to drive, I then nodded before opening the door.

"If you're willing, I'll drop you off at your place for free." Though I had no Good Samaritan quota to fill, my desire to have people not experience the shite I've felt for that kicked in. Maybe; At first she seemed hesitant, opening her phone for one last time and typing, possibly sending a message, before pocketing it once again and nodding. Soon we were off.

I drove around town for a good while in silence as I don't think that Elodie was into Journey, Durand Durand, Men at Work, or whatever was on my car stereo. That was until she broke the silence and substitute it with something else other than the tires on the car spinning.

"Thanks again for driving me home, Mr..."

"Ryan." I promptly filled.

"Take a right here." Turning my car to the direction home was, I noticed that I was driving farther from home. Oh well, gas prices were low at the time anyway, "If I may ask, do you have a girlfriend or wife waiting at home?"

I chuckled and shook my head. With eyes glued to the unblurry road in front of me, I felt a hand touch my right thigh though I only felt but only guessed as to who it was. It wasn't that much of a guess, honestly.

"That's a shame; I don't have a boyfriend or husband too, but I want to have some practice when I finally find one." She proceeded to unzip my pants but rubbed my crotch first, in the hopes that it would grow stiffer and harder. As a bulge formed in my trunks, Elodie didn't seem to have a problem releasing my penis from its fabric prison.

Her thumb around with the tip as I continued to keep my eyes on the road. Maybe it's for the benefit of me or for her, but she disconnected the hook and eye on my trousers and proceeded to pull it downwards alongside my aforementioned trunks, with me assisting by pulling myself forward. All of this resulted in my cock springing upwards.

"Mr. Ryan." Elodie said, "Can you look at me for a second?"

A quick five-second glance was all it took for my brain to burn an image on itself: her perky breast finally uncovered by her dress, all alongside a smile. Before anything else could happen, I think she made sure that I was fully erect before doing anything else.

"I need practice you see. Planning something special for my guardian." At the time I didn't know what she meant, not that it mattered as her head crawled under my arms and swallowed my penis from the cockhead to the girt. I felt my arm, which was now placed on her neck, elevate and descend in a rhythmic manner while my willy felt moister the more she went down. I even felt the tip of her nose touch my crotch.

Eventually, there was a struggle between my survival instincts and my horny self, with a battle that would decide what my right hand would do: If the former wins, I kept driving and enjoy what the girl had to offer; if the former wins, I could help her satisfy my fetishes and possibly help others as well. Sad to say that my survival instincts won and let her learn at her own pace.

It was the same pace throughout, amateurish really. I did feel a technique of her going deeper but evacuating as soon as possible. When the time arrived and my dick throbbed, Elodie swallowed as much of my penis until I came inside her mouth, pulling out with no sign of my jizz on her lips when I checked.

Half-naked, I continued driving until being told to stop next to a side-walk with a building that seemed to be a house but was a bit too big for it to be one. Maybe we were bordering one of the upper-class towns and that the house was one of them.

After wearing her dress again, Elodie went outside but squatted before closing a door to say one last message:

"Thank you very much, Mr. Ryan. I hope we see each other another time." As far as I can recall, that is yet to happen. Cupping one of her breasts and a wink, the passenger door was slammed and I drove off to an empty lot to fix my trousers and headed home.