Irish Car Blow
I know it’s not recommended, but it was a country road and the sun was shining down and we’d been driving through the Irish countryside for hours. I was already enjoying the day, laughing at Jessie’s jokes and stories about traveling through Eastern Europe last summer. Her short cropped bright red hair fit her small petite body perfectly.
Eventually, she seemed to get tired of talking and we drove in silence. Mile after mile of the Irish countryside passed outside. I was lost in my thoughts when I felt her hand moving into my lap. I sat up just a little bit, surprised but with a smile on my face.
“You fancy a little Irish Car Blow?” she asked, laughing.
“I think I know what that is, but do I really want to know?” I smiled back at her, keeping my eyes on the road and both hands on the steering wheel.
She didn’t say another word as she undid her seatbelt and turned sideways on the front seat. Her hands continued dancing over my lap, undoing my pants. I sighed as she took it out, rubbing it with her hand.
“You ready for this?” she asked?
Before I could answer, her head slipped down into my lap and she took me into her mouth in one quick motion. I bloody love Ireland, I thought, as I drove down the deserted country road, a rock wall to the left and right of the car.
Her head bobbed up and down, with her tongue working its way up and down and around the tip and once or twice I peeked down at her and saw her intently working, getting me closer and closer to the explosion. Such a dedicated worker she was, such a tender and skilled mouth artist, her lips brushing, moving against me.
I don’t know how many miles had passed or even how many minutes had passed, but as I climbed a hill in the rental car and saw the sun set on the horizon in the distance, her mouth took me over the top and I released into her mouth. She cleaned up quick and had me put away before I knew it.
I looked over at her and she smiled at me, her tongue licking her lips seductively. “So you want to stop at that B&B I was telling you about?”
I couldn’t speak. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. I just nodded my head and punched down on the accelerator, not being able to wait to get to the farmhouse to take her in the big bed in the west wing of the house. I could hear her soft moans already. I could feel her breasts, her ass, her lips all over mine.
She laughed and looked out the window. I reached over and took her hand in mine. As the sun set on the foreign land and our adventure just started, we both knew that it was a night in Ireland we’d never forget.
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