So I was a little bored the other night and decided to take a quick walk to the bar down the road. I’ve been there a couple times, usually to tease the local guys with my low cut shirts while I have a few beers before I go home and call my boyfriend.

A couple times I’ve been known to pick a man up and go back to his place, have a good fuck, and go home to call my boyfriend with fresh cum on my body or breath.So it was no surprise this night when I happened to run into a guy that I’d fucked a few weeks previously.

I sat down at the bar, having not even noticed that he was there. I ordered a beer when he started talking to me and asked how I had been.

It was then that I remembered who he was. I told him I was well and thanks for asking and went back to staring at the tv.He was concerned at first, apparently afraid I was annoyed at him, but I assured him I wasn’t and was just there to have a few beers to kill time.

“That’s all you’re here for?” he inquired, “Showing that much cleavage?”

“I’ll have you know this is what I wore to work,” I replied as though I were actually offended, which I wasn’t. He responded with a raised eyebrow, “Besides, I didn’t think anyone would complain.”

“In a bar full of drunken guys? Yeah, I think not,”

We carried on for an hour or so. Some 70 something man sitting next to him trying to join in the conversation but I couldn’t understand most of what he said. After my third beer I announced I was going home. I was expecting a phone call and wasn’t about to take it in the middle of the bar.

“Need a ride?” he offered, I had at some point mentioned that I’d walked. I declined but he said, “Are you sure? I wouldn’t mind,”

Amused, considering he’d spent most of the night saying that our last trist was no more than a one time thing and he hoped I expected nothing else, I agreed to the ride. As he got up there were lots of “oooh”s from the people around the bar to which he announced, “I’m just taking her home, I’ll be right back!”

I slid off the bar stool and into my coat. To my surprise the 70 something man stood up and asked for a hug. I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, giggling, then followed the other man out the door.

I slipped into his car and he started it, asking directions though he’d dropped me off here before. He kept very adamantly stating that our last night of fun was just a one night thing and he hoped I wouldn’t be in the bar after him every night.

I rolled my eyes at him and told him he was full of himself. I was pretty sure he was teasing me. I assured him if I went to the bar again looking for cock I’d find someone elses.

As he pulled into my driveway he asked for a goodnight kiss. We leaned towards each other and I pulled his head towards me as I kissed him deeply. Our tongues teasing each other. His hand soon founds it’s way to my tits, freeing them from my shirt.

“Can I thank you for the ride?” I breathed, pulling away from the kiss for a moment.

“What did you have in mind?” his fingers were still teasing my nipples and he went back to kissing me. I melted into the kiss a moment, my hand working my way to his cock. I could feel it bulge in his jeans and began rubbing it.

“I’d like to suck your cock,” I answered, and kissing him deeper.

“Are you sure? In your driveway? Someone might see us.” For a minute I wondered why I bothered with him. I knew his protests were not serious, he was just trying to insure everything was my idea, but it annoyed me.

“Just sit back and enjoy it,” I told him. I undid his pants and pulled his hard cock from them. Leaning over the center console I licked his cock up and down lightly, then quickly sucked the whole of his cock down into my throat. He gasped and I eased back, licking him as I pulled away.

He reclined the seat and decided to watch. I liked that, gave me more room to work, I’ve sucked many a cock in a car and I find it frustrating that I can’t do my best job because of the lack of space. This gave me more room to use my hands.

I slid one hand between his legs and cupped his balls, rolling them gently in my hand. I wrapped the other around the base of his cock and moved it in time with my bobbing, twisting as I went up and down.

“Oh yes, the hand’s gonna do it,” he moaned and I intensified the twist, knowing he was enjoying it and it would make him cum. After all, I still had a phone call to get to.

I began fucking him hard with my mouth, twisting my hand quickly with each pump and rolling his balls with my other hand until he announced he was cumming.

Thanks for the warning, but i wasn’t about to move. I continued my efforts until he shot is load in the back of my mouth. I moved my mouth to the tip of his cock, sucking the cum from the head as I stroked him with my hand. I swallowed every drop as he twitched in my mouth.

Finally satisfied that I’d drank it all I sat up in my seat, wiped a stray string of cum from my lips, licked it from my hand and said, “Thanks for the ride,”

“Thank you!” he said as I got out of the car, calling after me, “I hope you understand why I wont kiss you goodnight!”

I smiled to myself as I walked to my door. All I could think is, “You wont, but my boyfriend would.” and in the house I went to make my phone call.