Donna pushed herself closer to me and kissed my cheek as she stroked my cock from ridge to balls. From the kiss on the cheek, Donna let herself slowly fall down my body and then kissed my glans. I groaned hard as my chin lifted. My concentration snapped back to the road when the wheels of my car encountered the centerline rumble strip. By the time I got the car back in my lane, Donna was giving me an amazing blow job as she cradled my balls. I muttered, “Oh fuck, Donna. Amazing.” I slowed down so I wouldn’t kill us. Thankfully, there weren’t many other cars on the road.
Donna was sucking the cum out of me and she felt my growing hardness. To my dismay she pulled her mouth off and kissed my glans again. She released my balls and struggled to push my raging hard-on back in my pants and zip up my fly. She lifted her head and said, “How’s that for changing the subject?” I burst out laughing at her audacity and pushed the heel of my hand against my throbbing cock trying it get it to soften at least a little.
“You could have finished me off,” I said.
“I could have, but I have other plans.” She giggled.
My brain flashed back to my intended resolve to ignore our previous sexual encounter and not get back into sex until we knew each other better. My cock was still pulsing and the little head was screaming, “Fuck the resolve.” My big head was quick to concur.
When I came to the road to Donna’s house, she said, “Take me to your house. I want a midnight boat ride.” I glanced at her as the dashboard lights revealed a huge grin on her face. I knew what she was thinking and my cock hardened again. I smiled and accelerated past her road heading for my house. I drove into my garage and pushed the button to close the garage door. She got out before I could get to the passenger side and she preceded me inside. She was looking everywhere checking out my house.
Now that I was home, I poured myself a Scotch neat and asked if she’d like anything. She asked for a shot of vodka and she slugged it down when I handed it to her. We went out on the deck and she commented on how few lights there were on the lake. “Your view is amazing,” she said. I didn’t respond. It was pitch black and other than a few solar lights on the opposite shore, she couldn’t see much. I finished my drink and made another. She asked for another too. I mentioned her request for a midnight boat ride. She grinned and said, “Can we?”
