“Hey! Good to see you! Let me help you with that,” He says. He hops out of his car and comes to help me on the sidewalk where I’ve been waiting for him to pick me up.
“You don’t have to do that,” I say.
“No, it’s fine.” He takes my bag and places it in the back for me, and opens the door. I go to step in, but he stops me.
“Can I get a hug first?” he asks.
“Of course!” I lean in and hug him, his tall body practically engulfing me. He squeezes me a little tighter than usual. I hug him back, gripping my hands into his back slightly.
After a moment, he lets go and we get in the car. He starts to play some music and we chat about random stuff. I can tell he’s looking at my chest, covered by a low cut blue top and no bra. I feel a smirk grow on my face as I get an idea.
Slowly, I reach my hand over and place it on his thigh. I start gently rubbing towards his zipper, then slowly start pulling it down. I reach my hand in to feel he’s starting to get hard. I rub my hand over him until he’s fully there.
I lean down and spit on him, using my hand to rub it on. He hasn’t said anything, but I can see he’s gripped the wheel a bit tighter. I start moving my hand around, hearing his breathing change as I go.
After a few moments, I say, “Pull over.”
“Why?” he asks.
“Just do it.”
He drives on for a moment until we come to an exit that leads to hilly backroads. We continue down until we find a small, empty gravel patch under a tree.
As soon as we park, I unbuckle my seat belt as well as his. I wink as I lean down and lick from the bottom to the tip, then roll my lips over the top. I start to move up and down with my lips and stroke my tongue along him at the same time.
“Fuck,” he groans. He reaches down and pulls my shirt down to expose my chest. He starts to grab at them with his large hands. I suck harder.
“Look at me,” he says. I do as I’m told and look into his eyes. I can tell he’s absolutely loving everything I’m doing, which motivates me go faster.
Suddenly, he reaches his hand up and shoved my head all the way down. I gag slightly at the sudden move, and my eyes water, but I keep going. I can feel him twitching in my mouth, so I know he’s getting close.
“You’re fucking great at this,” he says. “You perfect little slut.” His hand still grips the pack of my head and I’m tingling at his touch.
I start to suck as hard as I can, moving my tongue around his cock as I suck. I feel him push me down a little harder, and feel his body tense. With a final move, I feel his cum shoot into the back of my throat. I instinctively swallow what I can.
After a moment, he lets go of my head. I lift up and off, and a stream of cum and drool drip from my mouth, down his cock and down my face and chest. He’s staring at me, breathing heavy and grinning.
“I think,” he starts, “that I need to come pick you up more often.” I laugh.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zebcz2/driving_with_a_friend_pt_1_mf_fiction