Archive-name: Couples/roadskil.txt
Archive-author: Stephanie M. Clarkson (c) 1993
Archive-title: Road Skill
--- THIS STORY IS A SEQUEL TO "SANTA'S LAP...JUST SO'S YOU KNOW ---
I'm a firm believer that what you do on New Year's Eve is what
you'll wind up doing the rest of the year. That's why I'm so glad that
Craig and I rang in 1993 the way we did. It bodes well.
Craig and I had been working together up until Christmas as
Santa and Mrs. Claus at the local mall. On our last day, the 24th, I
was a more than willing partner to my own seduction. We'd been talking
every day between Christmas and New Year's, complaining about our
families and talking about our presents. I have a button that says
"Intelligence is the ultimate aphrodisiac", and the more I talked to
Craig the more I wanted to see him again.
He had an invitation to a party that one of his friends was
giving. He told me he hadn't been planning on going, because the only
thing worse than spending New Year's at home alone was spending New
Year's alone in a room full of people who were definitely NOT alone.
And, according to the flatterer's own admission, he'd been expecting
to sit home moping that he'd never see me again, since our seasonal
work was done.
He'd told me to dress formal, and I intended to take that as
far as I could go. I had my last paycheque, and a number of Christmas
present gift certificates, so I went wild at the Boxing Week sales.
I'm not particularly tall, and I fit Reuben's definition of female
beauty better than I fit Jane Fonda's. There are definite advantages
to a rounder figure, and I have learned to play them up. Quite
literally, in the case of my breasts, which are double-d cups. I
bought a bustier, which I'd been eyeing for a long time. It did
wonders for my shape, pushing my tits together and up. Looking down
into actual cleavage was just as much of a thrill as looking at it
can be, and the sensation of being bound and held in place was
incredibly exciting. I bought a deep red knit dress to wear over
it. The dress was clingy in a fifties sweater sort of way - it showed
off the shape of my breasts and the roundness of my hips perfectly.
Black lace stockings and a new set of shoes to match the dress
finished off the picture very nicely.
I don't normally wear make-up, but that outfit needed every-
thing to be dressed up. Not to mention that I wanted to knock Craig
flat on his back. He'd never seen me in anything but jeans or that
lumpy Mrs. Claus costume, and I wanted to look as good as I could for
him. When he came to pick me up, I knew I'd done well.
"Judy!" he exclaimed, when I answered the door to my apartment,
"You look...intensely good." He didn't look bad himself, in a tux
that fit too well to be a rental. I was impressed. I went to stick
my head in the living room to tell my roommate, Laura, that I was off,
but she and her girlfriend were involved in a heavy necking session
on the couch already, so we just left.
The party was one town over, about a half hour's ride away.
I'd been going nuts with wanting this man all week, and the second we
were in the car I leaned over and kissed him, sliding my tongue into
his mouth. He tasted faintly minty, as his tongue pressed back against
mine. His hand came up under my neck, behind my head, and he pulled
me closer to him for a moment before letting go.
"You look incredible tonight," he murmured into my ear,
playfully dipping his tongue into it.
"So do you," I said. "Shall we go? The sooner we get to
the party, the sooner we can decently leave so I can fuck your brains
out. Sex on the phone the other night was fun, but..."
"Right then." He pulled away from me, drawing his hand across
my breasts as he did so.
The mistake I made is easy to spot, in retrospect. We were just
on the verge of leaving town when I put my hand on his knee. I really
did mean it to be just affectionate, despite how Craig has teased me
since. But his knee was a little far down, and before I realized it my
hand had slid up his thigh, and my fingers brushed against the bulge
under the soft material of his pants. And from there, I really
couldn't help myself, memories of how good his eight inches had felt
the week before and all. I moved my hand up higher, and gave him a
good, hard squeeze through the cloth. He moaned, just a little, and
leaned back in the seat to give me more access. I ran my hand up and
down the vertical bulge that was his rock hard cock, stopping on each
downswing to carefully grab his balls. One of his hands reached down,
and undid something, and half a second later I had incredibly warm
flesh in my hand.
"Pull over," I said, leaning over to nibble his ear. "I want
that cock of yours in my mouth, and in a minute I don't think you'll
be able to drive." We were beyond city limits now, with no cars in
sight in either direction. Craig pulled onto the shoulder, stopped the
car and leaned his seat as far back as he could. I have a bit of an
oral fetish, and was instantly over on him, taking the two thirds of
his cock that I could down to the back of my throat. One hand squeezed
around those last two inches, tightly holding him upright for my
hungry mouth. I pulled back off him slowly, keeping the suction
steady and swirling my tongue around his shaft as I slid back. Wet
warmth leaked out of me to match the drop of pre-cum that was on the
tip of his spear. I took care of the one by licking it off, and the
other by sliding my free hand under my dress and pulling my new
stockings and my panties down. The car was heated, but not that warm,
and the cool air against my wet slit was a delightful feeling. I slid
my finger into my hole to wet it, and started to stroke myself in
time with my up and down motions over Craig's bulging dick.
I moved slowly over him, sliding him to the back of my throat
and memorizing the feel of every vein with my tongue. I started to
move my hand up and down over him, keeping my fingers as tightly
wrapped around him as I could. My own orgasm was perilously close
as I wiggled my finger faster. My nipples were hard from the cool
air of the car, and as my head and shoulders moved they rubbed
against the top support of the bustier. The feeling was exquisite
and as more pre-cum leaked out into my mouth I came with incredible
intensity. I started to pull back off his cock as I began to moan,
but Craig's hand was instantly there, and he pushed me back onto his
dick, farther than I would have gone naturally, forcing it into the
back of my throat. I gagged a little, but my pain tolerance was up
as my body continued to shake from my orgasm, and I was still moaning
as I felt him tense below me. I squeezed the base of his cock harder
as I felt the main vein of his penis pulse a half second before my
mouth was filled with warm, creamy cum. Where my lips were pressed
against him, I felt his pulse beat wildly as he pumped more jizz
than I'd expected into me, his hips pressing up. Finally his hold
on my head eased and I pulled back, gulping down his cum and making
sure I left none behind. Once I'd swallowed, I carefully gave his
dick a quick cleaning with my tongue. I looked up at him and smiled.
"Wow," he said, lifting his head to look down at me. "Where
on earth did you learn to do that?"
"I don't know," I honestly said. "I just always have. I
suppose I do it well because I enjoy it so much."
"So did I," he grinned. "Now I just have to get through this
party."
The party itself was not so bad. We didn't stay more than
ten minutes after midnight, which was rude, I suppose, but I think it
was probably less rude than staying and fucking in Craig's friend's
living room, which we were getting almost desperate enough to do.
Craig is great in bed. New Years was several days ago, and I'm still
sore from our marathon, but we're going out again tonight, so I don't
have time to tell you about that right now. Suffice to say this year
came in with both a bang AND a whimper at my house.
Stephanie...
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