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By Chance

... through his slacks. The lighting was dim, aside from the flashing lasers streaking colors across the room, so he allowed his own hand to make its own little journey along my thigh. He put his lips right up against my ear so I could hear him asking me if my pussy was wet. I smiled and nodded. At that point we decided we didn’t need to be having our ears blown out by the loud music and left the club and hurried back to his rental car. He opened the passenger door for me and then walked around the other side to let himself in. The moment he slid into the driver seat I was tearing at his slacks, unbuttoning and unzipping them in a desperate manner to get to his sex. “I want to taste your cum,” I said urgently, as I seized his cock. I had been thinking about that ever since I watched his cum squirting from his cock the night before when I was jacking him off. He could tell that I had no intention of teasing him this time as I leaned over and swallowed his cock to the hilt. Moaning like a hungry whore, my head bobbed up and down between him and the steering wheel, sucking him like there was no tomorrow. He could not hold back from my efforts and told me that he was going to cum. That was what I wanted to hear and I redoubled my efforts until he rewarded my mouth with a hot salty flood of cum. He spurted over and over inside my mouth as I made little muffled cries of excitement. I swallowed all the he had, and continued to suck even after his cock lost some of its rigidity. I ...

... came up for air, licking my lips and said hoarsely, “I want more!” “I don’t think I can do that just yet,” he said apologetically. “I need a little time to recharge. “Oh, you poor man,” I apologized. “I guess I’ve been showing you the worst in me.” “On the contrary, you’ve been showing me the best in you,” he countered lovingly, while running the back of his fingers along the side of my face and suggested we drive back to the hotel where we could sit and have one more drink in the bar as the night was still young. We went to our separate rooms to freshen up a bit and met again a few minutes later. The hotel lounge had dimmed lighting, soft music and a luxurious atmosphere. We settled next to each other on a large comfortable looking sofa with a low table in front of us. Our drinks were brought to us and we both relaxed and talked comfortably. Other guests came and went, and before too long, the lounge was pretty deserted. One other couple sat nearby, but they didn’t look too happy. Perhaps they had been arguing. I returned my attention back to Andrew when he said, “I love what you did to me earlier in the car.” I smiled naughtily, broke eye contact with him, and demurely took a sip of my drink. I momentarily caught the eye of the man sitting nearby who had looked unhappy earlier. He immediately looked away and returned his attention to the lady sitting next to him. I felt Andrew’s hand on my knee and shivered. I did not look at him, but did not stop him as his hand moved up my ...