This story is the second in a short series about a shy college geek turned confident stud. It is a spin off from the "Kimmy's Adventures" series I've previously published. This story is an immediate continuation of Timmy's Adventures-College Tutor. The initial setting is shortly after Timmy's dinner date with his coworker Stacey, a TV news woman.
This is a fictional story from the recesses of my perverted mind. Any resemblance to any real people or places is a coincidence. All characters depicted are 18-years of age or older.
Timmy's Adventures-Anchor Woman
Stacey and I were no sooner in the backseat of the Uber on our way to her upper east side apartment than her lips were on mine and her hands were back in my lap. My cock throbbed against her touch and I groaned into her mouth.
"You ever get head in a car before?" Stacey asked, whispering devilishly in my ear.
"Uhh, actually, no," I answered honestly. "Although I did get a blow job in the library bathroom."
"From Kimmy?" Stacey asked. I nodded.
"She is a slut isn't she? my coworker added. "Well, why don't we check back seat blowie off the sexual bucket list?"
"Uh, you sure?" I asked, worriedly as I glanced up at the driver who was slowing down for a stop light. He was a heavy set middle aged guy as far as I could tell.
"Just relax and enjoy," Stacey purred.
With that, my coworker's hands quickly unbuckled my belt then forced my pants and boxers over my ass before she lowered her face to my stiffening dick.
A jolt of electricity instantaneously sparked through my body. My cock hardened completely in her mouth and saliva began to trickle down my shaft onto my balls. I tried to stifle a groan but I guess I wasn't successful.
"Everythin' okay back there Champ?" the driver, who I swear sounded like a character from the Soprano's, asked curiously.
"Um-uh, yeah, I'm fine," I stuttered, about two octaves higher than my normal voice. Stacey giggled then kept right on sucking.
"Yeah, I bet yous are," the driver chuckled as he took a long look into his rearview mirror, which I could tell was directed towards the back seat and not the rear window. I wasn't so sure how much he could see in the dimly lit vehicle. I hoped he was done talking so I could enjoy what Stacey was doing, but no such luck.
"Hey, do I know yous?" he asked, glancing into the mirror again. "Maybe I gave yous a ride before or somehtin?'"
"Uh, n-no," I mumbled. "I recently moved to the city so I doubt we ever met."
"Na, I knows I recognize ya," he replied pausing for a moment, then continued, "I knows where I's seen yous! On the TV this mornin'. You's that new weather guy on channel 7 aren't ya? Tim somethin'."
"Uh, well uh..." I began before he interrupted me.
"Holy shit and the red head in your lap, that's that news broad Stacey Mc-somthin'"
"Well...uh...ummm," I mumbled trying to think of what to say.
Suddenly Stacey lifted her face off my cock and spoke up.
"It's McPhearson," Stacey said authoritatively, "and we'd appreciate a little discretion if ya don't mind, Mr. Uhh?"
"Oh, yous can calls me Ronny," the driver answered. "And yous don't have to worry. Yous secret's safe with me. Hell, discretion's my middle name."
Some how I doubted that but Stacey seemed to be okay with it and she took my dick back in her mouth.
"Hey sweetheart!" Ronny spoke again. "Just make sure ya swallow every drop. I don't wanna hafta' be cleanin' his DNA off my upholstery, capisce?
"Mmm-hmm!" Stacey grunted affirmatively. At that moment I got the impression she had done this before.
"Good," the driver replied. I had hoped he was finally done talking, but unfortunately he wasn't yet.
"I gotta ask," Ronny continued. "how old are ya kid? You's barely look old enough to drink."
"You're not to far off," I retorted, trying to relax and enjoy the oral from Stacey. "I turned 22 last month.
"No shit. Yous look like yous 17," he answered.