It could have been a perfect evening.
Earlier, I had taken a long, luxurious bath and gotten myself completely smooth and silky. I spent 45 minutes on my nails, painting them a robust “Romantic Red” with luscious lips to match. A black and white polka-dot bra and panty set came next and then I rolled on a pair of silky, sheer stockings that made my legs look like they went all the way up to heaven. I slipped into a beautiful sheer bodice black velour cocktail dress that flaired (well) above my knees, and then strapped into a pair of black patent leather pumps with criss-crossed straps and 5” heels. I topped it all off with a beautiful full head of cinnamon kissed hair that cascaded down to the middle of my back. It was a crisp fall evening and I wore a ¾ length wool coat over it all. Now I was all ready to...go for a drive?
Yep (sigh!) I was still pretty much in the closet and the most adventurous I would get would be to take a drive over to a nearby apartment complex, park in a space and take a quick walk, scurrying back to the car if anyone came my way. This night had been good because no people or cars had interrupted my walk and I ventured even farther than usual. I was quite happy (and aroused) until I got back to the car, turned the key and heard...nothing.
Oh, $%#@! What was I going to do? Can't walk, can't call a cab, can't leave the car in somebody's parking space! I popped open the hood, knowing it would be fruitless, as my mechanical skills are maxed out changing a light bulb. As I peered into the morass of metal, lost in my misery, I was startled by a voice behind me: “Can I give you a hand?” I was so absorbed, I hadn't heard the SUV pull up and stop behind me. Calling out across front seat was a pretty decent looking guy about 35 years old. In the time I was trying to figure out what to do or say (or don't do and not say), he was already by my side looking at the engine. He said he'd be happy to take a look and see if he could figure out what the problem was. Then he turned towards me and said I'd probably be more comfortable if I waited in his truck. My coat was unbuttoned and as he spoke I could see his eyes running from my lips to the sheer part of my dress to my stocking encased legs and finally, to my whorish heels. OMG, I was turning this guy on!
As I climbed up into the truck, I made sure he got a good shot of my legs as I swung them around into the car. Something was happening to me. I was beginning to enjoy being a vamp! In just a few minutes I heard the sweet sound of my engine starting up. He then bounded back into the truck with a big grin on his face.
“Good to go; just a loose wire on your battery. By the way, my name's Eric, what's yours?”
“Well, Kara, glad I could be of service.”
While he was talking, I reached into my purse and pulled out a 20 dollar bill, which I then tried to hand to him, “for all your trouble.” He put his hand over mine,pushed it back towards my purse and then gave it a tiny squeeze.
“Absolutely not! Please don't insult my Good Samaritan act by throwing money at me.” He was grinning the whole time he said this. OMG again. He was flirting with me!
In that instant, I transformed from a guy dressed up as a gal into a real, complete,sexy (and extremely horny), woman. I moved closer, so he would be enveloped by the scent of my perfume. I looked deep into his eyes, and put a hand right at the top of his thigh. Immediately I could feel a rise growing.
“Well, I am not leaving this truck until I can find some way to properly thank you. There must be something that I can do for you.”
Well, that flustered him pretty good, and he was blushing and stammering like a schoolboy with a crush on his teacher. I could see I had to take matters into my own hands (literally).
“Tell you what, why don't we take a little ride and I'll see if I can figure something out while we're driving.”
We drove out of the parking lot and onto the main road. By now my hand was acting of its own accord, running up and down an incredibly impressive bulge in his pants. We turned on to a side road with no traffic and that's when the woman in me took over. I unbuckled, unzipped, and unleashed the object of my desire (lust). I encircled the base with my Romantic Red nails and engulfed the head with my Romantic Red lips.
My God, it just felt so right! It was huge! Way bigger than my poor little clit. I couldn't take it all in right away, so I worked on getting it nice and slick and soon I was slurping my way all the way down to his balls. I became a woman possessed – my hand and my mouth were working like two supercharged pistons, barreling to release the eruption building inside. Sometime during this frenzy, I managed, (with some help from Eric), to work my way out of my coat. Eric had pulled my skirt up, exposing my stockings and my panties and he was running his finger inside the elastic, ever so lightly exploring inside, sending shuddering waves through my body.
All at once, he slammed on the brakes and pulled off to the side of the road. Suddenly, he pushed my head down on his engorged rod and started bucking like a wild bronco, fucking my mouth like the was no tomorrow. Then just as suddenly, he stopped, pulled the tip of his monster to the front of my mouth and let go with a torrent of sweet spunk that seemed to last forever. As the consummate woman (and now cum-crazed cocksucker), I was determined not to let a single drop escape. Even after what seemed like buckets of cum, I wanted to drink down more. Most definitely, a dick-sucking, cum-swallowing she-cat was born that night. And we all know the world needs a lot more of those.
By the way, we've already made arrangements for my car to “break down” again – real, real soon!
You know, now that I think about it, I guess it was the perfect evening.