Unprofessional Driver on an Open Course

Driving down a major US highway one night in the year 1990. Sitting next to me was a beautiful 19 year old girl. Someday she would be my wife, but then she was the girl from another state I was driving home to meet my parents. It was late, no one but truckers and a few hard core drivers like us on the roads. Which was a good thing, since the beautiful 19 year old girl was only wearing a blue jean jacket. I'd talked her out of her clothes, one piece at a time, over the last fifty miles. The pants had been no big deal. The shirt too. It'd taken a lot of coaxing to get the bra off. Forget about the panties - it had taken twenty miles at least to talk her out of those. Now they were laying on the floor mat in front of her, along with everything else but that jacket. There was no way she was taking that off, she'd made that clear. She could quickly pull that around herself to conceal her nudity should another car pass us. I didn't point out that even with that with his higher position a trucker would be able to tell she had no pants on.

The car we were driving was a real piece of work. It was a rental from one of the few places that would let someone under 25 take one of their cars. It was some kind of massive Oldsmobile, and it was pink. In its better days, maybe 100,000 miles ago, it would have been a great car for some old guy in Florida. Or a pimp. That's why we called it the Pimpmobile. Now, though, the radio sucked, it had no ability to play tapes, and no modern features like cruise control. Driving 11 or 12 hours without that is a stinking pain when you've gotten used to having it.

Now that I had her almost naked I naturally took advantage of the situation. I reached my hand under her jacket to fondle her tits, eventually trailing down her front until my hand was between her thighs. She spread them for me, letting me cup her pussy. Her seat was tilted back to give me better access and she was breathing heavily. Her jacket was wide open now, exposing her breasts. What a show some trucker would get now!

I didn't have the angle to really work on her pussy with my fingers, so eventually I stopped and put my hand back on the wheel. Without me even asking, as if she knew exactly what I'd been thinking about from the moment I started talking her to this state of nakedness, she unbuckled her seat belt. Laying across the front seat she put her head in my lap, her hands working the button and zipper of my jeans. Soon enough my cock was out, hard and eager for her attention. She lowered her head to it, engulfing my dick in her warm, wet mouth. The feeling was incredible, and I wanted to reach down and put my hands on the sides of her head as it bobbed up and down in my lap. Couldn't do that while driving, though. 10 and 2, Rooster, 10 and 2.

She sucked me for a long, long time. Mile after mile rolled along as she slathered my cock with her tongue. When her mouth would get sore she'd take short breaks, using the saliva on my dick to jack me off for a few moments. Then she'd go back to sucking me, apparently determined to go all the way with this. It felt so good, and yet I had to be careful not to get too into it.

Finally I could feel the come welling up inside my balls, getting ready to spurt. I had the steering wheel in a death grip as I fought to maintain control. She knew I was close, could feel my cock swelling in her mouth as she sucked me with renewed vigor. Then I was spurting, coming directly into her mouth as she continued to suck. I managed to keep from driving off the highway - thank goodness we weren't in the Rockies at that point or we'd surely have been the punch line to an urban cautionary tale of why you shouldn't let someone give you a blow job in a moving car. She kept her mouth on me throughout my orgasm, swallowing several times. There's something especially hot about hearing a woman swallow your load after you come in her mouth.

She put away my cock and zipped me up, after first taking a drink of soda to clear the salty taste from her mouth. She was smiling in victory, even if she did complain that her jaw was sore from me having taken so long.

She whiled away the next hour or so by masturbating herself to several huge orgasms, moaning and groaning beside me as her fingers furiously worked her clit. Her jacket was again wide open through most of this. If there had been anyone passing us on the road that night they would have had a truly memorable show. For me it was if anything even more dangerous to my driving than the blow job had been, as I could barely take my eyes off her. For safety purposes, though, she kept her seat belt on the whole time she was doing herself. Because really, if you're going to be playing sex games on the Interstate you need to be safe.