The Camera Man Pt. 03

He sold the Roadster to Don, who liked it just as much. Don told himself that it was a good deal because electricity was so much cheaper than gasoline. That was true, of course, but the Tesla's price tag was still so high it wasn't something you could call a bargain. The real reason Don bought it was that it was a fun car that did a great job projecting an image of prosperity.

And girls liked it. Girls like it a lot.

"Is this your car!?" Tina asked when Don picked her up that night. She was wearing the sexy little black dress Don gave her, and she looked amazing. She felt amazing, and she loved seeing the hot little car that would take her to the restaurant.

"Do you like it?" Don asked.

"I love it!" Tina said. "Is it fast?"

"It's one of the fastest cars on the road," Don said.

"Does it have a good stereo?" she asked.

"Of course it does," Don said, turning on music by a band he knew Tina liked.

Don plugged the address of the restaurant into the car's navigation system. "Is this one of those cars that drives itself?" she asked.

"It can do that. Watch," Don said. He put the car in self-driving mode, then took his hands off the wheel as it began to move.

"Wow! That is cool!" Tina said.

Don smiled. He loved Tina's endless energy and enthusiasm.

"Do you remember yesterday when I told you how much I enjoy the nice vibe you put out?" he asked.

"Yeah. I remember," she said.

"I'm enjoying it right now," Don said.

Since he didn't need to keep his eyes on the road all the time, Don took a long look at Tina. "You look incredible," he said.

"Thank you, Don," Tina said. She had worked especially hard on her hair and makeup. She'd shaved every part of her body below the neck. Being a model had done a lot for her self-esteem, and she'd been putting extra effort into her appearance. Tina wanted to look especially beautiful for Don, and she'd succeeded.

"How does the self-driving thing work?" Tina asked. "Do you ever worry it will make a mistake?"

"This car drives better than I do," Don said. "It never makes a mistake. Never. The government released some statistics. Self-driving cars are five times safer than cars driven by people. It just makes sense. Cars don't drink and drive. They don't text, check their social media, feel road rage, apply make-up, eat cheeseburgers, get into arguments with passengers, or do any of the other things that distract human drivers. People have eyes that look in one direction at a time; this car has cameras that look in all directions all the time. It can make a decision in a nanosecond. It would be very weird if a computer couldn't do better than a human on a simple task like driving."

"Do you have to do anything?" Tina asked.

"I'm supposed to keep an eye on the road so I can take over if something goes wrong," Don said. "But nothing has ever gone wrong. I have a feeling that I could go to sleep and it wouldn't make a difference."

"That's interesting," Tina said. "So that means I can do this, right?" Tina reached between Don's legs and began rubbing his crotch.

". . . yeah . . . you can do that," Don said as he felt his cock getting hard. He was getting a very good feeling about Tina. She was full of surprises.

He enjoyed the stimulation for a while, then made an obvious observation. "The only problem is going to happen when we get to the restaurant," Don said. "I'm going to have such a big bulge in my pants that everyone will see it."

"Oh, we can't have that," Tina said. "I'd better take care of that problem."

She gave Don a wicked smile as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She pulled his hard cock free, then bent over and took him in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked his boner.

It felt fabulous. Don wasn't sure he could cum like this - being in a moving car was distracting - but Tina seemed determined to try.

She'd sucked the cock of her former boyfriend, but she'd never let him cum in her mouth. This time, she wanted it to be different. She wanted to suck Don off. Being in such a sexy dress and riding in such a sexy car next to such a sexy man made Tina feel like she wanted to do something bold and exciting. In the past she'd wondered what it would be like to suck a man's cum down her throat; tonight seemed like a good time to find out.

Don could tell Tina was working hard to make him climax, and he did his best to relax and let it happen. Pretty soon he felt his cock begin to throb and shoot hot cum down her throat. He came again and again, and Tina swallowed every drop. Don had enjoyed his share of blowjobs over the years, but not all women liked to suck the cum right out of him. That's the thing that feels best about a blowjob, and Tina did it perfectly.

She kept sucking until his cock went soft. That's when she sat up in her seat and gave Don a big smile. He could see little drops of cum leaking from her lips.

"Better?" she said, grinning. "Did that take care of that big bulge you were worried about?"

"Wow. Just wow," Don said. "I never did anything like this before."

"Neither did I," Tina replied. "I never felt a man cum in my mouth until tonight."

The car drove into the restaurant entrance, found a parking space, and pulled in perfectly, centering the car precisely between the lines. "Give me a second," Tina said, opening her purse and applying a fresh coat of lipstick. Don zipped up his pants and buckled his belt.

"I'm going to have to do something very special for you tonight," he said.

"Yes. Yes you are," Tina said, giving Don that girly grin he loved so much.

They walked into the restaurant and were greeted by a strikingly attractive hostess. She wore a little nametag identifying her as "April," and she wore a little black dress similar to the one Tina wore. Don was struck by April's beauty, and he couldn't help but imagine she'd make a good model.

I've got to stop thinking about work all the time, he told himself.

After he told April about his reservation, Don asked if they could go to the bar long enough to hear the jazz pianist performing that night. "We'd like to eat after we hear the music," he said.

"That's fine, sir. You can seat yourself in the bar, then let me know when you'd like to move to the dining room," April said. Don was so used to appraising the appearance of women that he noticed April was unusually fit. Her dress revealed that her arms and shoulders were lean and muscular. She obviously exercised regularly.

Don led Tina to a table near the stage; he'd heard good things about the musician, and he wanted to find out if she was as good as people said. Tina hadn't spent much time in bars - she was too young to drink legally - and the only bars she'd seen were ones that catered to the college crowd. This place was much fancier. The customers were dressed up, older, and obviously affluent. No one was wearing jeans.

"What would you like to drink?" Don asked.

"Aren't you afraid they'll ask to see my I.D.?" Tina asked.

"Not a bit," Don said. "In that dress, you look older than 21. Besides, you're with me. Nobody will want to stop us from having cocktails. So, what would you like?"

" . . . uh . . . a vodka martini?" Tina said.

"Good choice," Don replied. When the waitress arrived Don said, "The lady would like a vodka martini, and I'll have a scotch on the rocks." Tina felt there was something very masculine about Don ordering for her.

They were sipping their drinks when the pianist arrived. She was a handsome middle aged woman wearing . . . wait for it . . . a little black dress. She sat down at the piano and began playing a Duke Ellington tune. Tina had never heard the song - or much jazz of any kind - and she thought it sounded great, like music for grown-ups. The martini made it sound even better.

The musician played one song after another. Time flew by, and the set ended much too quickly. Don led Tina back to the hostess station and asked to be seated for dinner.

Don asked Tina what she wanted to eat, then placed her order for her. Tina was certain that none of the boys who'd ever asked her out were sophisticated enough to do such a thing.

Don encouraged Tina to talk about herself, and paid close attention to everything she said.

"I'd like you to think about something," Don said at last. "I'm having a wonderful time with you. Thank you for going out with me tonight. This is very special. I want to make a suggestion. You don't have to say anything right away; just think about it and let me know later. I'd love it if you could stay with me tonight. This is turning into a wonderful evening, and I know I'm not going to want it to end."

"I don't have to think about it," Tina said. "I'd love to spend the night." Don took her hand and gave it a squeeze. He smiled.

"That was the right answer," he said, making Tina laugh. He loved hearing her laugh.

They'd just finished eating when Tina announced that she needed to visit the ladies room. After she left Don noticed the hostess April leading a couple to a table.

April was striking from every angle. He watched her walk back to her station, and he realized that he wanted to ask her to model for him. He got out of his seat, walked over, and gave her his business card.

"Miss, I hope this doesn't seem out of place," he said. "I'm a fashion photographer, and I couldn't help but notice that you'd make a wonderful model. I need more models right now. If that's something you'd like to try, please give me a call. I'd be happy to explain what it entails. I'm sure you'd look wonderful modeling clothes for my clients. Please give it some thought and let me know if the idea interests you."

Don then excused himself and returned to his seat. He knew April was busy working, so he wanted to avoid interfering with her job. If she called him, great. If not, that was OK too. She seemed special, but there were more than enough pretty girls who wanted to work for Don.

Tina had an unusually big smile on her face when she came back from the ladies room. Don didn't know it, but she'd prepared a surprise for him. Don paid the bill, led Tina back to his car, and started the trip home. He put the car in self-driving mode and looked at Tina.

She seemed excited. "Surprise!" she said, lifting her skirt. She'd removed her panties when she was in the ladies room. Don reached over, ran his hands over the soft skin of her inner thigh, then spread both of her legs far apart.

The trip back was just as entertaining as the trip there.