It was a Saturday afternoon at the beginning of summer. My girlfriend had just joined a soccer league with a few of her friends and our manager from work. I didn’t have anything to do so I said I’d drive her to and from the match. The drive there was uneventful, normal Saturday drive conversation save for the fact that I told her that soccer was a boring sport and I had no interest in it. It didn’t quite lead to a fight, but she was disappointed to say the least. Fortunately, I stayed for the match, watched the whole thing intently, and cheered her and the team on. They were awesome, won the game, and it wasn’t as boring as I had thought. She was so excited that I stayed and showed support during the match and it really surprised me. As far as I was concerned that was what a good boyfriend should do and I told her as much. She got a look in her eye that was some sort of satisfaction tinged with mischief.
Driving back I told her how impressed I was and we talked a little about the game. Then, suddenly, right as we hit the highway, she reached over and put her hand on my belt and started to tug it open. I smiled like a moron unsure of what she was doing or why, but I didn’t say a thing. A moment later she unbuckled her seat belt, shifted to sit on her knees, and leaned across the seat toward my lap. Almost without effort she undid the button to my jeans and slipped my zipper down all the way.
“What’s going on?” I laughed nervously.
“This is what a good boyfriend deserves.” The way she responded made me hard as a rock.
This was my first time with anything remotely public and certainly the first time doing anything while driving. I had thoughts running through my mind about getting caught by someone else driving alongside us, or getting in trouble if some police camera caught us in action. Mostly I had thoughts about how I could get my pants down far enough to let her go down on me comfortably without wrecking the car. The next minute or two were generally un-sexy as I lifted my rear off the seat so she could wrangle my jeans down to my thighs, but when we finally did it was worth it.
She stroked me gently for a little while as she eye-fucked from the passenger seat. Then she lowered her head, drooled onto my cock, and wrapped her lips around the head. She started off slowly until everything was slippery and then she forced her own head down as far as it could go — every thick inch bulging in her throat. For the next twenty or thirty minutes she did every beautiful thing she could to me. She took each of my balls into her mouth and flicked them with her tongue. Edged the tip of my penis with her thumb while she told me how big and pretty my cock was. It was truly the first time I had been privy to “cock worship” and I loved every single second of it.
As we got closer to home I knew that the experience wouldn’t be complete until I came, but I was far too distracted to just let it happen. So I pulled off to the side of the highway, pushed my seat back, and let her go town. I felt the urge to release build and build and finally I decided I couldn’t take it anymore so I put my right hand gently on the back of her head and wrapped my left hand around myself and began to pump as hard as I could. A second later I was emptying my load into her mouth and listening to the delightful sound of her moaning and squirming at the same time. When I was done she gave me a few more gentle sucks and licked up every last drop. She made a show of it, swallowing everything, and with the flourish of a big “ahhh” showed me her tongue to prove it was gone.
We sat on the side of the road for a minute as she got comfy and I recovered from an incredible orgasm. I pulled my pants up, despite the fact that everything was sloppy wet, and made sure everything was in order before hitting the road again. We had incredible sex that night, several times, as I kept getting turned on at the memory of getting the best road head of my life.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m7377s/road_head_mf