Ashley was so hot and so wet that I was momentarily blinded by her lust. I just held my hand still on her while I refocused myself on the road. It took me several deep breaths to compose myself to the point when I felt safe to continue driving. I thought of a destination, and planned out my route. Then I was ready to proceed.
I began gently massaging her wetness around the outside of her sex, in an almost absent-minded fashion, only occasionally brushing her lips or button. My charade was pointless, as if I wasn’t, in fact, paying the closest attention to every movement of every finger on every stroke; as if I wasn’t relishing in the glory of her clean-shaven mound; as if I couldn’t hear her nearly inaudible moans, begging for more. I was simply fiddling while I drove.
My ministrations produced more wetness as she wriggled hopelessly in my seat, causing her dress to work its way up nearly to her waist. She was exposed to the bright and full moonlight and warm night air, shielded only by my hand, and I could feel the wind working its way between her legs as she parted them as wide as the seat would allow.
We went like this in silence for several minutes before I looked at her once again to find her still watching my face, only this time, her expression was one of despair. She knew I would only be able to see her face for a moment before I had to turn back to the road, so she wasted no time before mouthing the word, “Please.” Again, with just a little more urgency, “Please.” I was going to gobble her up.
I looked back to the four-lane to see that we were just about to pass a tractor-trailer, and I smiled deviously. I glanced at her again briefly to see she was also eyeing the truck before turning back to me and pleading one more time, “Please.”
I began massaging her clit. She moaned hard and started sliding down in her seat as the car quickly approached the side of the truck. Glancing over, I could see that she’d closed her eyes, and I could feel her starting to shake as we neared the driver’s window. I massaged her faster as I matched my speed alongside the unsuspecting trucker. Positioned perfectly next to the truck, I instructed her to open her eyes and look at him, and another brief glance confirmed her compliance.
Dividing my attention between the road and the other driver, I waited for him to look. It seemed to take forever, but I was finally rewarded when I saw him look down into my car, and focus on the spell I was casting in the passenger’s seat. Once I knew he was looking, and I could see that Ashley could see him looking, I thrust two fingers into her, and began pistoning them repeatedly into her drenched sex. Her back arched as her body seized in her orgasm and she cried out into the wind. I carefully divided my attention between the road, the other driver, and Ashley, and when I was satisfied that her explosion had subsided, I shared a look with the driver. He had the stupid, shit-eating grin that I’d expected, and he pulled the air horn in appreciation, momentarily startling Ashley from her blissful denouement. I pulled my hand from her sex only long enough to flash a brief thumbs up to the driver before unceremoniously thrusting my fingers back into her, and she shuddered.
I accelerated past the truck, aware that we were near our destination. I looked to Ashley, who had opened her eyes and now appeared to be coherent. I pulled my fingers from her again, to which she flinched, and I instructed her to lick my hand clean. She grabbed my wrist with both hands and began frantically sucking her juices from my fingers. It was like she was possessed; like she was dying of thirst in the desert and the only water for miles flowed from my fingertips.
As she was doing this, I remembered that all the juices pouring out of her were coming to rest in a pool on my fancy, red leather seats. I didn’t care, this was so fucking worth it. Ashley was so hot for me it seemed she could barely contain herself, and she was such a joy to excite that everything else was inconsequential.
Once I was satisfied that she’d taken back all she’d given, and without looking at her, I commanded, “Now undo my zipper and show your gratitude.”
Again, she didn’t hesitate an instant. She was a driven woman, determined and unswerving in purpose. I provided some minor assistance by repositioning my body, and despite the minor inconvenience caused by my cuffs on her wrists, she quickly freed my already painfully hard manhood, then engulfed it fully in her mouth without hesitation.
Ashley suckled me as if her very life depended upon extricating the juices contained within, and her skill belied her age. She was too good at her craft. I’d been with women twice her age that had half the skill, or half the drive, for that matter. She was spoiling me with her tongue, rolling it around my manhood, sliding up and down my shaft at every possible angle available, sucking so hard I feared she could implode.
I had intended to hold out, but I knew there was no way I could withstand the assault being unleashed upon me. I decided to let go quickly so that I could be better prepared for later. Three minutes passed before I pulled into our destination and came hard into her throat. She never missed her rhythm, she just kept on me until I began to soften in her mouth, and she did not spill a drop. She swallowed every bit that I gave her. When I finished coming, she gently sucked and massaged with her tongue all that remained. It took some time, but when she finally let me slip from her mouth, only a trace of her saliva remained on my manhood, nothing more.
“Very good, Ashley. Very good.”
She raised her head from my groin, hovered in front of my face, smiling seductively, her lipstick diminished and redistributed about her mouth and said, “Thank you,” then plopped back down into her seat, again like a giddy little girl, and I was momentarily troubled by her casual manner.
I told her, “You can take a few minutes to clean up your makeup, if you like.”
Ashley piped up cheerfully, “And you can take these cuffs off, now.”
I inwardly cringed.
In spite of its description as “Fiction,” this story is actually an embellishment of real experiences I had with a girl during my time on the radio. The first several chapters are absolutely true, save names and locales.
IV. It was four past One O’Clock when I took the keys from the ignition and removed my handcuffs from Ashley’s wrists, then laid them on the center console. I was working to re-cage my now dormant sex as I was aware of her rubbing her newly freed wrists in typical fashion.
I had driven us to a walking park in a lightly wooded forest outside of town, directly off the four lane. While it was right on the main road, I knew the park got no traffic at night, and I knew a hill in the park where we could be concealed while we were able to effectively spot any vehicle entering, with plenty of time to recover from whatever we were doing to achieve some semblance of normal appearance. Anyone that found us would know that we were up to no good, but all evidence would be gone before they could get close enough to see.