It rained Wednesday, so I was wet, sore and smelled horrible by the time I got off work. To compound a bad day, Bridget had reminded me of the security video and told me she needed me for a 'meeting' outside of work on Friday. I didn't mind having sex with an attractive older woman, but getting forced to do it was a bit of a downer. At least I had plenty of time for a shower before I was supposed to pick Mary up for dinner, not that it did much to improve my mood, especially when I could hear Mary and her mother arguing from outside the lavish-looking house I was waiting in front of. Finally, Mary came storming out of the house and climbed into the passenger seat before slamming the door.
"Everything okay?" I asked the skinny goth girl next to me. Her dark hair still had the one long braid woven with a purple ribbon that fell down the side of her face and I reached out to push it over her ear so I could see her more clearly.
She crossed her arms and frowned at me. "Yeah, let's just go." She muttered. I leaned back in the seat and sighed. "What? Let's go!" she ordered.
"It just seems like nobody here is in a very good mood, and I don't want to make things worse by taking you out." I said as I backed out of her driveway. "Your mother obviously hates me."
"My mother's a cunt." Mary spat and we rode in silence for a few minutes. When we were away from the subdevelopment she lived in, she leaned across the seat and put her head in my lap. "I'm sorry." She said "This happens every time I meet a guy that my mother didn't introduce me to." I shrugged and said I understood, but Mary was determined to apologize. I felt her nimble fingers pulling at my zipper before she said. "No, I want to make it up to you." She said when I tried to pull her hand away.
Her slender fingers made quick work getting past my boxers and fishing out my not-quite hard penis. Her hot breath and wet tongue encouraged stiffness as Mary licked up one side while cradling the other in her hand. I shifted behind the wheel and slowed down as she swirled her tongue across the head and the shaft grew against her palm. I swerved into the oncoming lane a little when her lips closed wetly over the head of my cock.
She sucked just past the tip, wrapping her lush lips around the crown and spanking each side with the top and bottom of her tongue. Mary's thin and nimble hand kept busy stroking the shaft, using the spit that leaked past her mouth to slide quickly up and down my twitching member.
I've never been so happy to catch a red light as when Mary started squeezing her way up from the base of my dick to where her lips were slurping away in front of her dancing tongue. I let my head fall back in the red glow and groaned out an "Oh God..." when she repeated the slow ascent up my pole.
The light changed, but I didn't take my foot off the brake. My grip on the steering wheel tightened though, when Mary slid the tip of her tongue down the slit of my dick. I felt her hot breath on my slick shaft between her fingers and I knew she felt my entire body tense up because she moved tongue to cradle my dick and loosened her grip on my shaft to quickly pump her fist up and down.
Another blasphemous groan escaped me as my dick jerked in her grip and started releasing its salty payload into her mouth. Mary never moved her lips, and kept rhythm pumping my flexing cock with her hand, only her tongue changed; lapping at my urethra to gather all of my cum at the back of her mouth as soon as it was free.
With a quiet sigh she swallowed, working her fingers up my shaft once last time to get the last drops out and clean it of her spit. Mary sat up breathing heavily and wiped her mouth on the underside of her wrist. "Light's green." She muttered, and before I had time to acknowledge what she said, someone who had been waiting decided to honk their horn.
I rolled my eyes and waved at them before slowly pulling away from the intersection. "Apology accepted, by the way." I offered to my date some seconds later while I was stuffing my junk back in my pants.
Mary smiled at me and rubbed her hand along my arm, stroking slowly down until she was holding my hand. "What do you say we skip the dinner and movie, hit a drive-thru, and find a hotel room?" she asked me, squeezing my fingers. When I stammered for an answer to the question, Mary pointed past my face and said "There's a Hardee's." then she shifted her gaze slightly and announced "And there's a Comfort Inn."
I could barely contain laughing as I quickly switched lanes and turned for the burgers, and Mary was on the verge of cracking up along with me by the time we were trying to cross the road to get to the hotel. She had already fished out her burger and was chowing down by the time I was telling the receptionist "We need a room- any room." and passing her my emergency Visa. I managed to get her to hold the Hardee's bag so I could get at my own food in the elevator.
