Goddamn I was late again. How was I running late every morning?
I turned the shower on and quickly rinsed myself. After I dried off, I slipped on a g-string and a navy pantsuit. I grabbed my heels and glanced quickly in the mirror. I would have to put on my makeup in the car again. Ugh.
I jogged into the kitchen and my husband stood up from his barstool. He was always up hours before me already working.
“I’m so late.” I said.
“I know. I just want to show you something real quick before you leave.”
“I really don’t have time.”
“Just one second” he said as he grabbed my hand and led me to the couch.
“Have a seat and close your eyes.” He said.
I plopped down on the couch and closed my eyes. I leaned back and took a long, slow inhale to relieve my stress.
As I let out a slow exhale, I felt his hard cock rub softly against my right cheek. Shocked, I opened my eyes and saw him standing over me with his cock in his right hand while his left hand pulled down his shorts. He slowly rubbed it up and down my cheek.
“I just wanted to show you this before you left.” He said.
He then took it off my face and rubbed it on my other cheek. I loved it when he rubbed his hard cock on my face. This was an unusual time for him to do it, though.
I moved my face back and then lunged for his dick with my mouth. It felt so warm between my lips. I then took as much of it in my mouth as I could, and I began to bob back and forth.
He jerked back quickly and removed himself from my mouth.
“I know you’re late.” I just wanted to show you that before you left.
“You’re terrible!” I said.
“Well now you have something to think about today.”
“Fuck. I really gotta go.”
“Well you know what I’ll be doing as soon as you leave.” He said.
“Just wait for tonight.” I begged as I ran out the door.
As I began the twenty-minute drive to work, I could not get his hard cock out of my mind. I touched my cheek lightly and moved my index finger up and down to recapture the feeling. I could feel the moistness between my legs. I was not prepared to start the day like this.
“Fuck it,” I said as I merged onto the freeway.
With my left hand on the wheel, I used my right hand to unbuckle and unzip my pants. Thank God I had a tinted windows.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zkzgl9/feeling_myself_on_the_way_to_work
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