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Note: If you haven't read it already, Sex in the City is the prequel to this story.
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After a bunch of highly satisfying weekend visits, April, Kate and I managed to hammer out the details for a weekend escape to the Jersey shore toward the end of the summer. We decided on a hotel in Wildwood Crest, right on the beach and not too far from the hustle and bustle of Wildwood itself. We all took Friday off and the plan was for me to drive into the city and pick them up around noon, then hit the highway and hope to make it down there in about three hours, given the weekend traffic. We didn't have a lot to take along for a short weekend trip, and the major stuff like a cooler, chairs and an umbrella I'd brought myself from home, so when I got to Kate's apartment building, the two of them were standing on the sidewalk already, waiting for me. We loaded their gear into the trunk and jumped into the car, April riding shotgun and Kate in the back.
As I pulled away from the curb, April explained that she had won their competition to ride shotgun for the first hour and she'd be switching with Kate for the second hour but during her hour, she had one specific goal that she wanted to achieve. Keeping in mind the relationship that had developed between the three of us, I had a feeling that I was going to enjoy helping her reach her goal. When I asked her what it was, she stated that she wanted to be swallowing a load of my cum by the time we exited the Lincoln Tunnel into New Jersey. Even with traffic, I wasn't expecting that to be a very long trip, so I encouraged her to get started and got my shorts down far enough at the next red light. Unfazed by the pedestrians and other drivers, April lowered her head and took my already throbbing tool into her mouth.
As my cock was engulfed in her hot mouth, I wasn't sure I'd even make it to the west side before I was blowing a load. She was gently pumping the base as she slid her lips up and down while I ran my fingers through her thick, black hair and muttered encouragements. Glancing in the mirror, I could see that Kate was paying close attention, but couldn't tell if she was doing anything with her hands that I might be interested in seeing. Each time we stopped for a red light, I would take the opportunity to push my cock up into April's mouth a little deeper while checking to see if anybody was paying attention to us. The combination of April's oral talent and my arousal had me feeling an orgasm building pretty quickly despite the distraction of driving through Manhattan.
By the time we reached the Lincoln Tunnel, I had a feeling that April would easily achieve her goal when I got a look at the traffic. We didn't come to a full stop but rolled slowly through the stop-and-go all the way into the tunnel itself. April had no idea how close I was but when she realized by the lighting that we'd entered the tunnel, she redoubled her efforts. Her hot mouth was sliding up and down my shaft while she continued to gently pump the base and I was able to relax a little bit more and enjoy the final build up. My cock was swelling even more in anticipation of cumming but April never let up in her quest and, before we were even halfway through the tunnel, I was blasting into her mouth with a grunt of relief. She nursed me until I was completely spent, then let my cock fall from her mouth and sat up.
I managed to work my shorts back into place by the time we exited the tunnel and traffic started to break up a little bit as we headed for the southbound Turnpike. Once we got into the flow, I looked over at April in her short cotton sundress and asked her to take off her panties so that I could take care of her before her hour was up. She shot me a smile and raised the hem of the dress to reveal that she was not wearing any panties; I felt the blood immediately trying to return to my spent cock. I ran my hand up her smooth inner thigh to her bush where I sought her clit for a few light strokes before burying my finger in her dripping pussy. I pumped it in and out a few times before returning my fingertip to her clit to lightly caress it as we cruised along. Looking in the rearview mirror, I could see that Kate had repositioned herself so that she could observe this, as well.