A fight followed by make-up head

So this is my first foray into GWS, feedback is appreciated the counterpart in this story will be reading along. If you want the background, continue, if not, skip down to first bold for the event.

To set the scene I’ll give some background. Just the need to know background. So I delivered laundry for a commercial laundry service in a tourist-heavy spot somewhere in the Mid-West. The area pretty much closes down for November through April as and such they have trouble finding short-term labor. As such, many of the inns and restaurants bring in foreign workers, mostly from Eastern Europe, to staff positions that they can’t fill with local people. Needless to say this girl was one of those housekeepers, and best of all, she was Russian. She worked at an Inn on my delivery route. I’ll call her Alexandria.
Alexandria, then as now, is (about) a 5’6 brunette with C-cup tits, tone butt and legs, and a flat stomach. Even with all of her physical gifts, the sexiest part about her was her Russian accent and her mind. She was quick-witted and we could communicate non-verbally insanely well. Body language is a language all its own people. I’m 6’2, 190 lbs with brown hair and blue eyes.
This was my 3rd summer on the job, so hitting on the foreign girls at the stops (never to any avail) and checking out tourist girls in the delivery van while on the road was a good way to pass the time.
So after a couple of weeks of delivering laundry to this Inn, I got it in me to ask this girl out, and after a number of weeks we were dating and having sex pretty regularly. P.S. She was a virgin before we were together.
**This time was a specific one though.** I’d invited her to a party at my friends house. His parents were out of town and I was having fun with all my high school buddies during one of the last summers we’d all be living in the same city. Regardless, I was half-drinking and smoking a bit and was pretty much just enjoying myself and the company of everybody.
At one point I realized Alexandria wasn’t with me though, I must’ve done something to earn her ire but I cannot remember what it was. She was outside in my car, the passenger seat, on her phone and alone. I came out and asked why she wasn’t inside anymore and she said she didn’t want to anymore. I had driven 45 minutes to get her and was going to have to drive her back (to her host family’s house) so I didn’t want to leave this golden opportunity of a friends parents being gone to leave so early. So being who I was, I went back and and enjoyed myself after going out to check on her.

Later… I heard somebody yelling that a silver car was driving around weirdly outside. Right away I thought it was the police, but my 2nd thought was that my car is silver, and that Alexandria was in it with the keys last I checked. So I bolted outside and sure enough I saw my car driving away from me, kind of wavering at a slow speed.
Incensed, I started sprinting after it and shouting for her to stop, and after she saw me she stopped and got out. I was incredibly mad in the moment but looking back I don’t know why I overreacted. It was just the shock of it all. I was really mad at her for joyriding in my car 1. without asking, and 2. without a license (Russian or American) so obviously that some partygoer saw and thought it looked weird.
Anyways, I caught up to her and scolded her and told her to get in the passenger seat and that I was going to take her home early, probably about 11:30-midnight. She begrudgingly said okay and got out and moved around.
I got in the car and now we have the 45 minute drive ahead of us to drop her off. 45 minutes I’m thinking of fighting and passive-aggressive bullshit before I can drop this car-jacker off and be rid of her. The first 20 minutes of the drive were fighting and arguing and vitriol between us just as I’d feared. It was hellish. On a random country road she was so fed up with me that she told me on some county road to stop the car and I did, nothing within miles of us but some sleepy farmhouses and barns, and she got out and started walking. It took maybe 5 seconds for me to come to the realization that I had overreacted and actually cared for her and I got out to chase after her. She kept walking past my words and eventually I grabbed her wrist with 1 hand and pulled her waist against me with the other, looked into her eyes and said, “I love you Alexandria.” After that I somewhat forcefully kissed her and felt her anger melt away as I held her close and took it all in. We made out and groped for a little bit then I convinced her back into the car and away we want, farther north.
I parked in a lot of a popular restaurant, now early in the AM and deserted, it was secluded with no foot traffic and only the occasional vehicle passing by. It wasn’t spoken what I intended to do, or how we’d do it.
As soon as I turned the key and felt the engine stop, I undid my pants and belt, pulled my dick out, grabbed her hair, and guided her mouth onto me. It was kind of an ‘all-in’ moment, and I figured either we’re finished or we’re together indefinitely.
Thankfully for this moment and currently, it was the latter.
She seemed to attack me with her tongue and lips, with one hand around my base and moving up and down skillfully as if she’d done it dozens of times. I was dirty talking to her as I held her hair and provided a guiding force to her motions with my hand. It was so fucking sexy. I remember being lightheaded and unable to form sentences as she drew me closer to climax. Thinking of the mood less than an hour earlier, andhow the calculus had changed, and her fucking accent, had me close to busting a few minutes in. She worked my package in that parking lot for 10 minutes.
Here I was, fully clothed with my pants near the peddles getting the best head I’d ever gotten from this sexy Russian girl a half hour after she couldn’t stand to be in the same car as me. The situation and moment and the skillful sucking was more than I could handle. As I approached climax I warned her and some new fury took her. She increased her pace as she bobbed up and down my length drawing out my cum like ground pump for water. I told her to squeeze my balls and after she acquiesced that was it. I moaned her name and started bucking my hips to meet her as I came and shot rope after rope of cum into her waiting mouth, which she promptly swallowed. She kept my cock in her mouth for a few more seconds, feeling the pulsing of the blood slowly returning to the rest of my body, as I came back down from my euphoria to earth.

Between the change in mood, the sexiness of her persona, and the feeling of the head made it the absolute best blowjob I’ve ever gotten, in sensation, in atmosphere, and in completion.

I dropped her off at her place 5 minutes later and the rest is history. We’re still together and working on a visa to get her into America.

I’ll post pics of her and I if shes into it.

End.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4bu6md/a_fight_followed_by_makeup_head