She gets down to business

“I’ll just set that on the dash here,” she said as she took the bill from my hand, and set it on the dashboard just above the glove compartment.

“I’m Carla,” the coed chirped, giving me a bright smile as she reached over with her right hand and gripped my stiffening shaft in her hand and began to slowly stoke it up and down. Several of the girls outside of the car hooted their approval. I guessed that Carla was a freshman, probably eighteen or nineteen. Her hair was cut short and feathered back from her face. Her eyes were a deep, rich brown, and her small nose was ever so slightly turned up. She had a set of full pouting lips that she’d covered with a muted pink lip gloss. It was also evident that she spent a great deal of time outdoors as her body was tanned a golden brown, and tanlines framed her round, grapefruit sized tits.

I eased back the seat back, and Carla crawled over to me and began kissing and nuzzling my neck. Then she nibbled on my ear as she increased the pace of her stroking hand. I could feel the sticky natural lube oozing from my cock and smearing over my shaft with each stroke. Slowly she lowered her head between my legs and took me into the delicious wet warmth of her eager mouth.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned enthusiastically as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. I placed one hand on her head and slipped the other under her pink bikini bottom, sliding over her smooth ass, down to her wet pussy, then slipping a finger inside the tight, wet orifice. She moaned her approval and pushed back against my hand.