Yes. Yes I would.

Emily grins at you. "Let's get to the car. We've got about an hour I'd say of safe time, and while I'm sure that we could finish before that, I'd like to be able to take my time with you for once." You both make your way quickly toward the parking space. She parked behind a building, a restaurant that won't open until 5:00, you realize, and everyone who parked in the lot is now inside. There will probably be very few people walking by. Emily opens the backseat and gets in. She pulls her left placket over her breast, revealing her pert tit to you. "Wanna make out?" she asks, her finger in her mouth. You slide in the car beside her and lean in to kiss her, your lips seeking hers. She responds with equal fervor, and soon her tongue slips between your lips and lightly taps yours.

Your hand goes directly to Emily's bared tit, and she sighs as you begin massaging it gently, working your fingers from the sides of her breast and slowly meeting at her hardened nipple. Emily breaks the kiss for a moment to breathe heavily and glance down. "You really love my tits," she moans. "I love it," she grins and attacks you. She pushes gently, and soon she's atop you, your hand still gently groping her tit as you both make out. You feel like a teenager (though your girlfriends used to wear bras, a source of some frustration) as your feel your fingers poking at her tit. Suddenly, you feel pressure on your cock and look down to see Emily's hand eagerly stroking you through your pants.

"Can I... see it?" she asks, her voice innocence once more. You instinctively fall into a role you very rarely thought of in high school, leaning back.

"Yeah," you say full of confidence. "Pull it out." Emily gives a slight shaky nod, and despite the innocence on her face and in her voice, you feel very skilled hands pull at your pants and open them. Within seconds, she's fished your stiff cock out of your pants.

"John, I'm going to put this in my mouth. Can I suck your cock?" Emily asks. You look at her with wide eyes and she breaks the character for just a moment. "Guess how many 'no's I got," she teases. You grin at her and she slowly licks the tip of your shining head. Her eyes shine. "Can I take my time, John? Do you mind me slowly working you up?"

"Not at all," you say with a suddenly strained voice. You clear your throat, but Emily is already grinning.

"Ok. I love these. I'm just so sorry it's taken me so long," her head slowly sucks the tip of your cock in, interrupting her speech. She gives a low "mmmm" around your head as she pulls off. "Taken me so long to give you one. I've had to suck you off so fast since we've started fooling around." Her head slips down past your head again, her tongue tracing the underside of your cock on the way back up. Her eyes find yours as she holds half your cock in your mouth. She gets a glint in her eye.

"Did you like that?" she asks. "Did you like me looking at you with your hard cock in my mouth?" You groan, surprised at how much the verbal encouragement gets to you. She pulls your cock to her lips and kisses your cockhead, then moves to your shaft. "I love the idea of sucking you all day," she breathes quietly, her whisper almost conspiratorial. "Just getting you almost there, then letting you wait. By the time I'm finished.... Just sounds heavenly, doesn't it?" Emily licks her lips and goes back to her task with loving generosity. Every so often, Emily's eyes meet yours and she makes a show of keeping her eyes on yours while she takes more and more of your cock into her mouth. She takes each pass slowly, her tongue dancing on your shaft the entire time. Every so often she puts on a bit of a show, kissing the underside of your shaft, or running her tongue up and down you. All the while you gently **** her revealed breast, and she sometimes takes a moment, head still in her mouth to watch you work.

You are trying to keep your mind off of the pleasure, let the blowjob last, and so you ask. "How long do you like them to last?" You say, trying to fight the sensations as each touch of her mouth is almost like a shock of pleasure. She grins at you and lets your soaked cock fall out of her mouth. "My record is three hours," she murmurs. "And he just couldn't take it." Your cock twitches, and she looks up at you. "Do you want to hear about it? Or would you rather I work on the blowjob?" You realize the question wasn't rhetorical as she lazily strokes and kisses your cock.