You’ve chosen to reciprocate and give this guy something to remember.
I’m proud of you. Let’s see what happens.
This is a continuation of my Choose Your Own (erotic) Adventure-type story. If you haven’t read the base story, go here.
If you haven’t read the story before this one, go here.
That post-orgasm-bliss is still flowing through my body, warming it with a tingle of oxytocin-laced euphoria.
He’s smiling at me.
Such a perfect smile.
There’s even a dimple.
“What now?” he asks.
I look over my shoulder toward the bathrooms… Too many people waiting.
A glance in the direction of the door gives me an idea.
“Did you drive here?”
I didn’t think he could smile wider, but his face brightens. Shaking his head he says, “No, but my DD did…”
He stands, taking me with him, still straddling his lap. My feet wrap around his waist and hook behind him as he darts toward the bar.
I hold on tight, giggling at the absurdity of it all.
“Keys,” he barks at someone behind me.
His friend obviously doesn’t want to give them to him, but I ignore the power struggle. I take his earlobe between my lips and suck, flicking it inside my mouth with my tongue.
“Now!” he demands. We’re moving quickly after, presumably with car keys in hand. Either that or he has someplace else in mind. I’m fine either way.
I can’t contain an unladylike laugh as my body bounces and starts to slide down his torso with each of his hurried steps.
Instead of setting me down, he puts both hands under my thighs—fingers spread wide and so close to the thin fabric of my thong—and hitches me up.
Cool, crisp night air hits my skin as we step outside—a stark contrast to the sticky nightclub—but heat radiates between us.
He pauses just outside the door, turning left and right. A beep in the back corner of the lot has him on the move again.
Before I know it, I’m climbing into the backseat, deliberately sticking my ass out toward him so he can get a good look.
He gives it a little smack.
I move to the opposite side and turn, propping one leg up on the seat and letting the other fall open.
He pauses halfway through the door.
Drinking me in.
The look of pure reverence on his face, a quick shake of the head, and raking his hand over his mouth and down his chin precedes, “God damn, you’re beautiful.”
I smile and reach one hand out, flicking my finger in a “come here” motion, the other pulls the fabric of my thong to the side. I want him to see and appreciate all of me.
Without closing the door behind him, he dives between my legs, mouth on me. A flick of the tongue on my clit has me gasping and I grasp his hair.
I know we’re here for him but fuck this feels so good. He’s a complete stranger—I don’t even know his name—and I’m writhing under his skillful touch.
I feel my orgasm building as he slides a finger inside, sucking on my clit like it’s his job.
Just before it hits, I push him away.
He’s confused, but only until I sit him back and give him a wink.
My fingers fumble with his button and zipper at first, my desire and adrenaline making me clumsy.
The second his dick is out it’s in my mouth. The salty precum hits my tongue and I moan.
I take him deep, swallowing when I have him completely, then hallowing my cheeks as I pull up like I’m sucking an ice pop. Spit seeps out the corner of my mouth and when I arrive at the tip I swirl my tongue.
My lips wrap around his tip and I french kiss it a few times before opening wide and taking him down to the base again.
I bob up and down listening to his panting and growling.
My legs squeeze together, trying to get a little friction to appease my throbbing clit.
Just as my own hand did moments ago, his fingers weave through my hair.
He controls the speed and depth.
My eyes water and spit drools down my chin, but I don’t care. I used him and now it’s time to be used.
I can feel the moment just before he cums. He holds me on his dick and then I’m filled and swallowing as he twitches inside my mouth.
His grip loosens and I slowly rise up.
Now is that awkward, post-sex time of the night.
I smile at him, shyly, wiping my mouth, and he smiles back.
“Wow,” he says. “That was…”
I hold up a hand to stop him.
MAKE YOUR CHOICE: (If the next stories aren’t up yet, keep checking back)
CHOICE 8=Here we go! Anna knocks on the window. She watched the whole thing and wants to take you home with her to keep the night going.
CHOICE 9=You say your goodnight’s, go find Anna. The fun ends here.
PAID SUB CHOICE 3=Let’s keep this going! You hear a knock on the window. It’s Anna and she watched the whole thing and wants to join in.
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