2008

The text came in from Lawyer Boy: Leaving office and heading your way :).

Me: :-D!

I was up in my apartment and had decided to skip lingerie this evening. All I was wearing was a pair of four-inch black stilettos. (Sometimes, it's alright to be underdressed, right?) I anxiously awaited Lawyer Boy's arrival. Buzz went my phone, as another text came in.

Lawyer Boy: I'm downstairs.

Me: Is the doorman not there?

Lawyer Boy: Oh. Are you cuming down or do you want me to cum up?

Me: Oh. I can come down. I just thought that you were going to come up.

Lawyer Boy: I thought we were going to go for a drive and then get some food.

Me: Give me five minutes. Have to put some clothes on.

Lawyer Boy: Lol. Sure.

Going for a drive was likely code for something more. I had talked to Lawyer Boy a few weeks prior about how I wanted to give him a blow job in his Lotus. I had given him oral for a few minutes in his car as foreplay on several occasions. But, I had never sat in the passenger seat and finished the job. I threw off my heels and in five minutes was dressed in an outfit suitable for being out in public. I walked downstairs and kissed him hello.

"Five minutes exactly! From naked to clothes in record time, huh?" I joked.

He laughed as he said, "I didn't realize that you wanted me to come upstairs."

"Well," I replied, "I was ready for that, but now I'm in the mood for blowing you in your car."

Lawyer Boy smiled and took off in typical race-car driver fashion. While we were getting out of DC, I started kissing his neck and ears, putting one hand on his cock. When we hit a red light, he would take his hand off of his stick shift and put it on my jeans or under my shirt, rubbing whatever he could.

The moment we entered Maryland on Clara Barton Parkway, he sped up to 80mph and moved his seat belt. I lowered my head and took his cock all the way inside my mouth. That continued for a few minutes, until he pulled off the road into a recreation area. This wasn't the same park we had visited before. This was Carderock, which is run by the National Park Service. There were gates and all these signs about not being there after sunset. Hmm…I had this quick vision of us getting stopped by the Park Police and trying to talk ourselves out of getting arrested. But, I kept my eye on the prize until he drove deeper and deeper down the gravel roads of the park.

It was so dark and so quiet with acres and acres of land. That might not matter to some, but I have a huge fear of the dark. (As in, I slept with a night light until my mid-20s.) I didn't want to ruin the mood by being a scaredy-cat so I suggested that we move back toward the gate so we could make a quick get-away if the cops showed up or at least be able to argue that we were lost. (Hey — that might have worked, unless his cock was in my mouth.)

Lawyer Boy pulled up toward the entrance to the Recreation Area, and I got back to the task at hand..or mouth. I had one hand moving up and down his cock and my other hand massaging his balls. I took his cock all the way in as deep as it could go, and he came hard and fast in my mouth. When we were finished, he exhaled and said something complimentary. I kissed him and showed him how wet going down on him had made me. He put his hands in my pussy as we drove back into DC.

We decided on dinner at 2 Amys and somehow got a table without a wait on a Friday night. I noticed that several women gave me odd looks as I walked into the restaurant. I wasn't sure if it was because there were a lot of families having dinner that evening and we were clearly on a fun date sans kids.

I put that out of my head, until I got up to go to the bathroom. I walked in, saw myself in the mirror and burst out laughing. My hair looked great. My eye makeup was Chanel perfection. My outfit was cute. But, my lips were so swollen and red. Even the section between my lips and chin were puffy! I walked out of the restroom and quickly back to our table.

"Umm…why didn't you tell me I have blow job lips?" I asked Lawyer Boy.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" he replied as he chuckled.

"If you look at my face, my lips are totally swollen. It looks like I just gave you a blow job in your car. I wish I had brought some makeup or something."

I looked in his eyes, and he clearly didn't get it. Then I realized why. What guy who just came from getting an amazing blow job in his car even cares about how his girl's lips look?

"So, what are we ordering?" I inquired.

I couldn't change the fact that some other women in the restaurant were staring at me. But, my man was happy, I was still wet, and we were going to have some great pizza before even better sexl. Who was I to complain?