I’m nervous as fuck, pulling into the car pool lot. Is he here yet or am I first? As I park and look around, I don’t see his Jeep yet. I’m first. My heart is racing. Then I see the headlights and the vehicle parks right next to me.. it’s him. This is real now.

When he climbed in the passenger seat of my husband’s car, I was pleasantly surprised that he was cuter than the picture he had sent me that got my attention to begin with. We said our quick hello’s and I began running my hands on his body. Asking him if I can touch more.. I hear a slight gasp and he pulls his shirt up as I’m touching on him.. nonverbal permission.. I like it. This is what we met up for after all.

As I’m feeling the curves of his body he begins pulling his boxers down. Damn, this man has a nice body and a beautiful cock. I’m a lucky woman. I hand him my unlocked phone, hoping he is a decent camera man.

I start to stroke his half hard dick and it doesn’t take long before he is rock hard, ready for my mouth. The noises that escaped his lips as I wrapped my lips around it and trace my tongue along the bottom were primal sounding. Low and sexy. As I am stroking and sucking on him, he begins pushing his hips further into me.. easing his cock further down my throat but not forgetting to telling me I am a good girl while I take as much as I can. Sucking. Stroking. Pleasing. I’m thoroughly enjoying pleasing this man, and I don’t even know his real name.

I want to see the reward for my work. I’ll make him cum with my hand.. leaning over the middle console, stroking faster as I notice he began holding his breath. He was near.. feeling his hips thrust into my hand I match his tempo, listening to the moans, moaning from the pleasure of pleasing.. I ask him if I can have it. As I finish my question the deep “fu-u-uckkk” escaped as he shot his ropes of cum. He didn’t draw his hips back once he was done throbbing.. I took it as permission to put my mouth back on it, teasing the top again.. then kissing on his belly, licking my reward.

We chat for a second and both head home.

I text my husband as soon as I pull out of the parking lot and let him know I’m on my way. I am a really lucky woman.