He and I have planned this. To meet at a local park. The only intention is for me to give him a blowjob.
He texts me directions to the park and I leave my house. When I arrive, I let him know. Soon, I see his headlights behind my car. He parks in front of me and climbs out of his car.
I can't believe how tall he is and all I can do is stare as he walks to my passenger door. He slides into the seat.
"Hi," he says.
"Hey," I reply. Quick and simple, I remind myself as I adjust in my seat and lean forward. I have my hand at the front of his pants. He's already rock hard and he sighs.
I fumble with his zipper, my hand is shaking. I slowly unzip his pants and slide my hand through. I only find boxers.
At this point, I'm glad that he can't see the frustration on my face. My fingers linger on him. I can feel his heat through the thin cotton fabric. I sigh; I'm getting wet by this. Finally, my fingertips find the opening of his boxers. I graze the soft flesh of him; it sends shivers down my spine.
Slowly, carefully, my fingers work their way through his boxers. I wrap my hand around his shaft and gently pull it outward.
With the light of the moon shining through my windshield, I can see the full size of him. A healthy eight inches, and he's thick too! I trace my fingers over him, starting from his tip, down his smooth head. I can't help but smile to myself. I look up to his face; his eyes are on my hand, his lips slightly parted. I move my fingers gently over his shaft. I can feel the soft veins under his silky skin. I do this to the underside of his cock as well.
He moves his hand and places it over mine, I look at him. His breath has quickened, he lays my palm on his shaft, folding my fingers over him. He moves my hand up and down. He looks at me, his eyes pleading.
I gradually stroke his length, my eyes never leaving his. I bring my hand all the way up, my palm grazing his tip, my fingers stroking his shafts. I twist my hand, my fingers are underneath, my palm on top; I slowly bring my hand down. I work my way back up again twisting my hand at his hot tip and slide down.
I watch his eyes close, his head resting against the headrest, his lips in a pouty O shape. I wrap my fingers more firmly around him and my pace is quicker. Up and down my hand runs over his hot flesh. Soon he's thrusting his hips forward, pushing his cock through my fingers. A loan moan escapes his lips and I place my mouth over the smooth flesh of his head. My tongue flicks at the tiny hole. He sucks in a breath, I sigh against him. I run circles around his tip with my tongue. Lower and lower I go, still making circles until his cock touches my lips.
His fingers twist into my hair and I keep lowering my mouth on him. I come back up to his tip and slide him past my lips again. My hand pulls his flesh down towards the base of his cock, my mouth follows. I can feel him touch the back of my throat. This makes me cum, soaking through my panties. I don't come back up, I only go further down. My tongue brushes against his hard shaft. The taste of his skin is bitter sweet and I moan.
I bring my mouth up and off of him, I suck in some air. His hands are still wrapped in my hair. His eyes lock on mine.
"Please," he begs. "I need more."
I just smile. I begin to stroke him with more intensity, my hand brushing against his the soft curls above his cock. I hear him plead, "I need your mouth on me."
I put him back into my mouth, my hand still stroking. Up and down, my lips press against him, my fingers tighten around. The grip in my hair becomes tighter; he pushes my mouth further down on him. The tip of his cock touches the back of my throat again and again. I start to moan, my pussy convulses. He releases a primitive sound, his hand heavy on my head; his cock is as far as it can go.
