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We had been drinking at the bar since 5:15, because the traffic home was a mess and I didn’t feel like sitting on the interstate for an extra hour when I could be sitting on a bar stool and flirting with any of a dozen good looking men in business suits. Guys at this bar outnumber the girls 10 to 1, so it never costs me a dime to drink in this place. Plus, the bartender knows me pretty well and paces my drinks so I don’t go crazy with too many free drinks and end up having a problem getting home.

By 9:00 pm it’s last call for the downtown bars, so this guy and I decided to find another place and just stay out for the night having fun. We were going to try something in the suburbs, which meant one of us had to drive. I decided to leave my car in the private parking garage overnight – it wouldn’t cost me anything to leave it there, and it was safe. He opened the door for me – that was sweet – and then climbed into the driver’s seat of his Lincoln Marquis. It was a beautiful car – leather seats, everything electronic and adjustable – and a moonroof that he opened so i could look up at the starts while we headed west to the pub.

My hand was on his leg while he poked a few buttons looking for the right Sirius station for smooth jazz – my favorite light night kind of music. Boney James was crooning on his sax and my date gently guided my hand from his leg to his crotch. With his hand over mine over his cock, he gently squeezed and I felt his dick move slightly, growing a bit larger and firmer. He squeezed again and i could feel his dick pulsing to life.

I didn’t need any more hints – i knew what he wanted. I reached up an unbuckled his belt, then popped the button on his trousers and gave the zipper a tug. I saw the Calvin Klein logo on the waistband of his boxers. I liked that. Reaching under the elastic waistband, it was easy to find his swollen cock and guide it up and loose.

With a press of a few buttons on the side of the seat, the driver’s side seat purred away from the steering wheel and it leaned back slightly. He smiled, keeping his eyes on the road – almost no traffic now and we were cruising down the highway at 55, almost alone.

Shifting my hips slightly, i bent over the console, careful not to bump the gear shift. I extended my tongue and give his a dick a few light flicks to get it wet and bring his nerves to life. He moaned and shifted in the seat, raising his hips toward my mouth. Then I took the head into my mouth and started sucking on it gently. He moaned again and his foot involuntarily pressed down on the accelerator. He realized what was happening, so he set the cruise control and took his foot off the accelerator, resting it on the floorboard.

I stopped for a moment to give my jaws a rest, then I licked my lips to keep them wet and started sucking his cock in earnest. I can extend my neck and control my gag reflex really well – so it is easy for me to take an entire cock in mouth and it can go as far down my throat as the cock is long. I am careful about tucking my lips over my teeth and can hold the base of a cock with one hand while my mouth goes up and down the rigid shaft. If we weren’t confined in the car with a steering wheel in the way, I have this wonderful technique of using my other hand to tickle his balls and prod his asshole with a wet finger – or two.

Just as the interstate exit came in view, I sucked his cock so hard and so urgently that he came in mouth. It was a thick, salty load and I swallowed it easily. Now that we were getting into traffic and all those street lights that run along the surface roads, I sat up and leaned against the door, watching him pull himself together and pay attention to his driving. We pulled into the parking lot of a neighborhood pub, and I headed for the bar. I needed something sweet to wash that down, and the night was still young.



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