Last week -Saturday to be exact – R.S. went dirtbike riding—his first long ride of the year -around forty miles or so. I know how he gets after a long ride. His energy is 100%, his body is taut, and his cock is ultra-hard.
The thought of him on his bike, dirty, sweaty, and all-man, always makes me horny, and when he returned from his ride, I had plans to use all that built-up energy to my advantage. I was ready for a ride of my own. I guess you could say I was a tad selfish -yet leaving an opportunity on the table isn’t my style.
To make things even better, instead of taking my car – we jumped in his F-150, which got my sexy thoughts going around and around -my plans shifted pleasantly in my head, and I couldn’t wait for him to park somewhere so I could ravage him in an un-ladylike manner.
He found a wooded spot somewhere -honestly, I wasn’t paying attention to where we were; all I wanted was his cock in my mouth.
Lust covered my vision, and as he sat in his comfortable driver’s seat smoking a joint, with no idea of where my mind was, I licked my lips and asked, “Can I give you a blowjob?”
Drawing a long hit from the joint and slowly exhaling, he responded, “Yes, yet my cock will be cold.”
Salivated by my desire and lifting my eyes to meet his gaze in the moonlit truck, I said, “That’s okay. My mouth is warm and wet.”
I love giving R.S. blowjobs- yet this one was fueled by something different. I sucked his cock like never before; it was like someone else sucking him. I wanted him so much at that moment that my class’s womanly behavior went out the window.
I sucked, stroked, and bobbed my head on him moving my hands everywhere, plucking his nipples and squeezing his recently worked muscles. Visions of him riding filled my head. The smell of his dirty body filled my nostrils. Drool dripped down his balls and onto the seat.
This blowjob told him in no uncertain terms how I wanted to fuck that night; raunchy and nasty in the front seat of his truck with my knees scuffing up against the seatbelt things.
And it started with me saying a coyishly innocent line that my mouth was warm and wet.
Sometimes, the sexiest thing you can say is spontaneous, unusual, unplanned, and mind-catching.
What do I mean by mind-catching? The sexy thing you say causes the other person to stop, pause for a moment, and catch a vision in their mind of what you just said.
R.S. wasn’t expecting me to say what I said, nor was I -it came out unsupervised and raw. His response?
Immediate hard-on.
My advice to you?
Don’t plan dirty talk– let it be off the cuff and watch how your lover responds.
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