The Bar Date (pt3)

Outside the Bar

Upon Returning to the booth, I
found it empty. I go by his table, but his buddies had no idea where he went. I rush outside
and scanned the parking lot. Then I notice, our car parked in a dimly lighted corner. Our car
swayed in the lot. Fogged windows revealed Nancy kneeling on the passenger seat, dress
bunched at her waist, breasts swaying free. His pants pooled at his ankles, exposing his
thick eight-inch cock—veins pulsing, circumcised head swollen and dripping pre-cum.
Her hands wrapped the base, mouth engulfing the shaft. She bobbed rhythmically, lips
sealed tight, tongue lashing the underside. Saliva coated him, strings dripping to her
heaving breasts. He clutched her hair, thrusting upward, her throat bulging as she took him
deep—gagging wetly, bubbles forming at her lips. She stroked the root furiously, humming
around him, nose burying in his groin on full deep throats. His balls drew up, pre-cum
glazing her chin as she sucked harder. Unaware of me, they continued. I watched her
swallow his load after minutes, throat working greedily. After 5 minutes of watching them
and stroking my hard cock, I retreat unnoticed back into the bar.
Fifteen minutes passed; Nancy slipped back into the bar and sat in the booth, makeup
smudged, breath musky. "Where were you?" I demanded firmly. "Giving him a blowjob in
the car," she admitted breathlessly. "He led me out, unzipped, and I couldn't resist. Sucked
him until he exploded down my throat—so thick and warm."
My cock strained. I asked I suggest, "Let's get a hotel room. You two fuck while I watch."
“Are you sure honey?” she asked eagerly. I respond “Definitely!”. "Oh, Joe, yes—let's do it!"