Traffic jammed [MF]

[Heading home to visit the parents](https://morbotron.com/gif/S06E03/2721800/2726180/IFRoZXJlJ3Mgbm90aGluZyB0byBkbyBidXQgCmVhdCBhbmQgY3JhcC4gRWF0IGFuZCBjcmFwIQpJdCdzIGxpa2UgdmlzaXRpbmcgbXkgcGFyZW50cyEg) isn’t always fun. While I do miss not having to pay for rent, getting 3 square meals, and the family dog, I always feel like I’m back in high school. Not being able to sleep in the same bed as my loving SO doesn’t help matters.

That means no sin.

The last time my current partner Becca and I went to visit my folks, we ran into some traffic not 20 minutes from my old house. So close to meatloaf and *Golden Girls* reruns til I drop!

Becca, my current girlfriend, is very much my type. Dark hair, pale skin, and very curvy. Thick with a couple C’s (and also a wonderfully supportive, funny, and smart human, but us deviants can’t get off on that.), with a libido to match. 3 days at home with no privacy, in a home saged with Catholic guilt, tends to inflame the carnal tensions.

But the old country highway had slowed to a crawl. At this rate, we weren’t going to make it for pie, let alone dinner. We had to make our own fun.

I began by teasing my way up her leg, just a finger. She twitched and looked up from her Instagram-heavy reverie. “What?” she drawled. “I think you know.” (Evidently, the blood wasn’t flowing through my brain very much.)

With each shudder forward, I inched further up her smooth, bare leg. Lurch, brake lights, stop. Inertia slowly forced me under the sheer material of her shorts. Her breath caught. She was so warm, so wet. My finger easily brushes against her lips and circled her clit. She looked at me, cheeks flushed. “I need you.”

Becca has never EVER been in to public play. So while I knew her crawling over the center console and sitting on my cock was out of the question, she had something else up her sleeve. The next best thing.

As delicately as she could do without disturbing my work getting her off, she got to work getting me off. She undid my belt, and looked around for any errant sheriffs.

Freeing me was slightly more difficult. I’m a slender 7 inches, but trying to snake me through a zipper fly is risking disaster. I shimmied out of my shorts as unobtrusively as I could. As soon as my cock sprang free, Becca took me in her mouth.

All the way, as it were.

She gagged a bit, then swallowed. I had never felt that before, being swalloed *around* me. It was ecstasy. It took everything in my power not to take my hand and guide her. But I was busy, slowly pinching and rubbing her clit. It was killing me not being able to taste her. Oral is **my** thing.

We’re approaching the traffic checkpoint. “Babe…” I managed to groan.

Saying nothing, she doubled her pace. The sound of her slurping on me was too much. From how she began to arrthymically buck against my hand, she thought so too.

Just before we pulled up to that sunburned teen in hazard green waving cars through, Becca gave me one last good stroke, and I came hard. If her snap upright was any indication, I hit her throat. At the same time, she shivered as she rode her own orgasm, and she gripped my arm until her nails dug into me. We quickly refreshed ourselves.

He waved, I waved, she waved.

The rest of our drive was blissfully uneventful, as we basked in the glow of oxytocin and various endorphins. We knew we weren’t going to get much more of this, at least this weekend.

Not like Celia and I had…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c0wno5/traffic_jammed_mf