A Blowjob Sounds Nice

"So, Lydia," you begin, "while David is gone I had a question for you."

"Shoot," Lydia says in response. You notice her blue eyes are particularly alluring right now.

"Well, since David is off having fun with a girl of mine, it would only be fair to get to have some fun with you, wouldn't it?" Your tone is casual, and just the knowledge that you can say such things and make them so is enough to get your cock to stir in your pants.

"Oh, yeah I guess it would," she replies, smiling at the corner of her mouth. "What exactly did you want to do?"

The million dollar question.

"Well I'm feeling pretty pent up -- stress and all, as you can imagine -- and I would love a blowjob." Lydia smiles, and sets her purse down next to her car.

"Sure," she says, and drops down to her knees in front of you. The powers you have make this almost too easy. Lydia undoes your belt, unzips your pants, and slides down to your ankles everything between your cock and her. Your cock, already stirring at the thought of her mouth, hangs heavily before her. You can hear her mutter a muted "wow" under her breath. She takes your cock loosely in her hand, and runs her tongue up your length a couple times. You can feel yourself stiffen in response, and your cock begins to rise. Lydia's smile grows, and she moves to take your length into her mouth. She teases the top a bit, eliciting a twitch from your member, and then swiftly takes almost all of the length into her mouth. You briefly see stars in response.

"Fuck Lydia," you say, prepared to state the obvious, "you're good at this." She pops your dick out of her mouth and gives you a wink.

"College taught me more than how to pass a class John." Lydia slides your cock back into her mouth, going to the hilt each time, and delighting you senses with her nimble tongue. She slides it out again after a moment. "I used to have to give a few frat guys blowjobs for cheap booze or homework help. It beat paying, and you can see the practice pays dividends..." Her voice trails off and she resumes her work. After a little more of this, her practiced tongue has coaxed you to the brink of orgasm. You need a show though, you're a bit of a braggart with this skill after all. You decide to make this a little more of a spectacle.

"Lydia," You barely manage through your pleasure, "I want your dress off. I want to cum over you." Lydia slides your dick out and moves to comply. She stands, grabs the hem of her dress, and slides the tight grey dress over her head in a fluid motion. Underneath she wears a matching red lace set of underwear -- no doubt intended for David -- and her body looks even more magnificent than the dress hinted at. She sets her dress on her car, and drops back down to her knees. "Oh, the bra too, if you please. I wanna know just how hot your tits really are." Lydia reaches behind her, unclasps her bra, and lets it drop down in front of her. Now her beautiful curving chest is revealed, topped with firm and perky nipples that jut into the still air of the parking garage. You begin stroking yourself, eager to coat this girl in your cum. Lydia leans up at your cock, and pushes her tits up like an offering for you to cum on. The sight before you and your power trip push you to the edge, and you fire a few thick ropes of cum over her face, chest, and body. She barely flinches, obviously practiced in this too, and smiles as the warm sticky fluid clings to her supple skin. When you've finished giving her a good coating, she lets her tits hang free, now allowing the cum to slide and drip over her. Her face is a mess, with cum hanging off her chin and coating the area around her eyes.

"Damn John," She says, laughing, "you must have had a lot of stress built up for a load like that." Lydia runs her hands over her body, giving you a show and sliding some cum around and into her skin. "What should I do about this?" she asks, licking a drop or two off of her fingers.

"Oh, I would just leave it." you say. "I wouldn't bother cleaning it up, or putting your clothes back on. I think David, having seen what he saw with Amanda would no doubt prefer you in her same state." Lydia nods her agreement.

"You're right," she says, standing. "It would suck for him to miss this view. Besides," she giggles, "I think you and the other men will appreciate it as well."

"Of course," you reply, sliding your pants back up and on. "Thanks, but I really ought to be going. I was planning on getting into some shenanigans all over town, fucking women and the like." Lydia is unfazed by your plan.

"Sounds like fun. But I'm sure you do that kind of thing all the time."

"Oh I do now. Tell David I was happy to help him," you say, and head for your car. You round the corner, and get in.