I was waved off with cheers and fanfare, actually making it to the door before she did. This time, stopping briefly, smiling as she smiled back, only then slipping off her stool as I started heading down the stairwell. Her voice caught me as I reached the bottom.
“Anxious? Are we a little excited?” She asked. I turned looking up the stairs as she continued heading down. I laughed, shaking my head at her as she did so. She had pulled the blouse she was wearing up and over her breasts, no bra…her boobs full, bare, and wonderfully decadent as they bounced a bit with each footfall on the stairs.
“Aren’t you worried about being seen?” I asked, though no one was about, the parking garage once again more like it normally was. Just a sprinkling of cards spread out all over the place. Her car too I noticed, back in its more familiar spot.
“Take your cock out,” she told me. “Even if it’s not hard yet. I want to see it…watch you walk back to the car with me, while it grows.”
So simple an act. And yet…so erotic, so hot, so fucking fun. I unzipped, fishing out my prick, which was already halfway there now, and no doubt would be, long before we reached her car. Even when another car came down the ramp into the parking terrace, neither of us hurried our step, nor did I even try to hide the now raging pole sticking out in front of me, though thankfully, whoever it was,
spotted an empty stall far closer to the stairs, pulling in there a good distance away from us. We walked side-by-side, she looked over and down at me, taking pleasure in MY now dancing, bouncing prick, her breasts still fully exposed as she remotely unlocked her doors, walking around to the driver’s side, though once again sliding into the back seat, just as I did.
“So…you save it for me? All of it?” She asked, and then smiled, before I could even respond to that. “You really did…didn’t you?”
“I did…yes,” I smiled almost proudly, now damn fucking glad I had somehow managed to get through the week without even coming once.
“Well, since you have…since you did, just for me. I’m going to give you a very special treat tonight then,” she informed me, and then had me take off every stitch of clothes I had on, just as she did.
Swinging me around, almost full out on the back seat, she knelt down on the floor beside me, which was fairly easy for her to do, with as much backseat room as there honestly was. When she placed her mouth around and over my cock, I thought I was going to explode, way too early in fact. But after that initial onslaught and teasing, she settled down into an exploratory pleasuring that kept me hovering on the edge for what felt like an eternity. About the time I really did feel like my balls were going to explode,
I felt her finger suddenly worming around my asshole. I knew then where she was headed with that, and actually found myself looking forward to it. Whenever I had felt that before, or whenever anyone had ever done that to me before, including my ex-wife, I never failed to have more of an intense, explosive orgasm. With her mouth still firmly clamped around me, I knew then what it was she was planning on doing to me. It had been a while. A long while…too long.
“Holy fuck!” I exclaimed as I felt her finger suddenly spear my ass, wiggling about, touching caressing…and yeah, triggering my release.
There was no fucking way she was going to be able to contain it all as I began spurting into her mouth. Sure enough, she had to back off some, though still sucking, taking it. When I was drained, stars still circling around inside my head, I finally felt her sit up, waiting on me. I opened my eyes as she leaned over, kissing me. And then much to my surprise, and certainly not expecting it, she opened her mouth, and my own semen poured into mine. Most, if not all of it.
“Don’t freak! Don’t swallow either!” She suddenly demanded of me. “Spit it out into my cunt!” She then added. Not exactly used to having a mouth full of semen, even if it was my own…I waited patiently as she spun around on the seat herself, basically switching places with me. Only miraculously, she lifted her legs, almost all the way back towards her head. The gaping maw of her furred cunt looking at me, her hands coming around her legs, prying herself even more widely apart. “Now do it!” She told me. “Fill my fucking cunt with your cum!”
I spit, drooled, spit and did just that, actually enjoying the vulgar, obscene sight as my own sperm flooded her pussy, some of it dripping into her hair again, though most of it actually sliding down that dark slippery slide into the darkest, deepest recess of her fuck tunnel. Only when I had managed to get most of it into, or onto her, did she then pull my head forward again.
“Ok, now you can eat me…suck my clit, and suck that fucker hard too!”
**
She was right about one thing, this time she wasn’t in any big hurry to leave just yet. Even as others came down into the parking garage, we continued to sit there, content…talking, still playing a little as she worked at getting me hard once again.
“I want to Jack You off again before I leave,” she told me, and then asked. “By the way…those guys you bowl with?”
“Yeah?”
“You trust one of them? I mean totally? Implicitly?”