Nighttime Drive

I ushered her out the door, watching her saunter in those God-sexy boots. I smiled, remembering my surprise just the day before when she appeared in my room, wearing those mid-calf black leather boots and adorably short schoolgirl outfit. Damn, she keeps me on my toes. I grinned. The young ones are always sexy.

"Ready?" She pouted slightly but nodded, her backpack shifting on her shoulder. I fumbled with the keys, searching for the right button. My car was still on jacks in the garage, so I would be taking her home in Paul's car. With a pop the doors unlocked, and she slowly slid into the passenger's seat. I glanced inside in approval. The center armrest was liftable. I moved it up, grinning broadly at Deb. "Just right for some action, don't you think? I can easily slide you over where I want you. Or you could ravish me instead." She blushed prettily, probably remembering our conversation in the kitchen. I would have teased her some more but we had to get back. I climbed into my seat and quickly made the adjustments. Soon we were on our way.

As we turned out of my neighborhood Deb started to speak. "Too bad we couldn't finish the car." I nodded. Turns out she was actually a girl interested in learning more about cars, and I was happy to teach her. She was quick to help, though I'm sure her reasons were motivated by the thought if we finished quicker we could move on to other activities. Like tangling ourselves in my bed.

"Yeah, I'm really upset about that too. I can't believe that part on the sway bar just broke--even more unbelievable the mechanics never told me about it." She nodded, stroking my hand absently. It seemed to relax her when her hands were touching some part of me. I just wished it could be a little more south in the seat. She asked another question and I answered, only half focusing on the light as we waited to turn onto the highway.

The light blinked green and I directed the car to the ramp. Immediately after the street lights had faded she cut me off with a quiet but firm, "I want to try something."

I looked over quizzically, quickly returning my gaze to the circular ramp as we gained momentum. "What's that?" My words caught in my throat as her hand reached over and rested between my legs.

"I want another taste. If you can concentrate on driving."

It took a moment to register what she was suggesting. A disbelieving grin spread on my face. "Are you sure?" Deb nodded earnestly, a playful smile resting on those gorgeous lips.

"You said this was the perfect car. This lifts up. And I can't do this in your car." She applied a light pressure to my crotch. "It's too good a chance to pass up. If you don't mind?"

Mind? I cleared my throat, eyeing the road carefully as I tried to think clearly. A thought popped into my head. "I don't know if I can get up," I warned her, suddenly cursing the blow job she finished our last session with only half an hour ago. She giggled, and I felt heat pool down toward the member in question.

"Trust me, that won't be a problem. If it doesn't work, then I'll just forget it. Please?"

I could only nod, my grin widening as she happily pushed the fabric armrest away from blocking her path. Her fingers rubbed over me for a moment, then started unbuttoning the thick fabric. It took her a moment to realize there were several buttons. "Sorry. Just pull it apart," I mumbled, forcing my attention on the highway and not the look of concentration she no doubt sported. That was one thing that made all the sex with her so fun--how hard she tried to master everything I taught her. Almost like it was a game she was determined to win.

Finally the buttons were loose and she reached inside my boxers, stroking my semi-soft cock slowly. True to her word, it only took a minute of her hands squeezing and petting before I was decently hard. Deb glanced at me and pecked my cheek. "See?" She wasted no time, stretching down in the seat to take me in her mouth.

I forced myself to stay quiet, but the whole situation was making it difficult. Just hours ago we were joking about road head--and now, here I was getting it!

Her lips tightened around me, adding pressure as she rose back up. The back of her head lightly hit my arm on the wheel, signaling for her to descend back as deep as she could. Hitting the back of her throat, I sighed and moved my free hand to her back, gently rubbing. Such a talented little mouth. Deb moaned around my cock, taking it deeper. I felt the tight sensation she had introduced the night before--she had been so proud to learn how to deep throat all of me. I was pleased too. Now, that trick was making a rush of sensation whirl in my head.

I moaned. Deb moved her free hand to pull my pants as far as possible for easier access, and her other hand gently kneaded my balls. By now I was completely hard again, which obviously delighted her. Her lips danced faster up and down my shaft, adding vibrations when she moaned again. I couldn't hold back my groan and had to move my other hand up to the steering wheel, bracing against it. The traffic had slowed with construction coming up, giving me more time to enjoy her addicting technique. I knew she had never tried anything like this with anyone else. I had that joy to myself. But she was insistent on being a quick learner. A particularly tight pressure made me groan again. "Shit."

The car hit a bump in the road and she popped up, a worried look on her pretty features. "I'll be careful," she promised quietly, and before I could comment on the strange statement her lips were once more wrapped tightly around my dick, now her hands moving faster as well. Despite the angle she was hitting fairly deep, sending waves of pleasure along my skin. My stomach muscles clenched in anticipation.

Deb rose again, still stroking at the quick pace she had worked up to. "Much further?" She asked hopefully. I glanced down catching my moan before it escaped.

"About two miles."

She frowned. "Better not waste time then." She was down again, increasing her speed and pressure in a slow build. Now that construction was past, I allowed my hand to rest on her back again. One of her hands moved to my thigh, and I heard her whimper as she sucked furiously. My blood felt hot and was moving quickly in my groin, pressure building as I gripped the wheel and now her neck. This startled her, but she continued with a pleased note.

Finally I saw our exit, and reluctantly tapped her shoulder. "Better put it away." She pulled off slowly, frowning as she saw the exit ramp.

"Damn. I'm sorry." She sounded sincere as she gave one last lick before hiding me back in my pants with difficulty. I swallowed, clenching the wheel with both hands as my cock pulsed wantonly under my clothes. By now we were off the highway, and light from the street lamps filled the car.

At the light, I gazed over. Deb wore an apologetic frown, the one she always had when I did not finish in one of our trysts. She frequently explained how it wasn't fair to me, and I could tell she was thinking the same thing now. "It's okay." I leaned over as far as the seat belt would allow me and kissed her deeply. She squirmed in her seat, no doubt very turned on by what she had just done. I saw the light change and I pulled away, laughing as she closed her eyes with a sigh. "You are fantastic."

Deb smiled, licking her lips. "You taste fantastic." Her hand traced my thigh and I squeezed hers in return. "You never use two hands on the wheel," she said, a note of pride in her voice.

I laughed, rolling my eyes. "I can make exceptions." I squeezed her thigh, letting my fingers brush between her legs for a quick moan on her part. "Especially when they involve dirty little mouths."

She looked torn between swatting me and keeping my hand at her crotch, and I knew my luck would win out. "Maybe next time then...." She practically purred. I felt her grind her body into my hand.

"Maybe next time," I agreed.