Firsts

The summer before I left for college I was heading home from my summer job. It was dark as it was nearly midnight and storming like a bitch, when I got a flat tire bout 5 miles from my house. While I was trying to decide if I should try and wait out the storm or just get out and change it when, I’ll call him Mr. Smith, showed up. I babysat for The Smith’s off and on through high school. Mr. Smith is very attractive. He’s super nice. And maybe I was just a dumb girl but anytime he looked at me I could melt. So when he pulled up and rolled his window down I was relieved, but also suddenly aware of my drenched clothes clinging to my body.

Mr. Smith had me sit in his car while he changed my tire. He had an unsmoked joint in his ash tray. After he got back in the car, also now drenched, I pointed at it. “Didn’t know you were into that.”

“Oh, occasionally yeah. Better to do during the week after a long day than drinking, right? You?”

I told him I wouldn’t mind trying, college and all right. He asked if he should light it and I said sure, but asked him if he could not tell anyone. We smoked in his car and it being my first time I was really high. So much so, I accidentally told him I thought he was hot. Not like blurted it out, there was a legit path of conversation, but still I did. He told me he always thought I was really cute and would be breaking hearts in college.

I don’t want to go into the whole conversation that led to it because I’d be here all night trying to remember all of it but before long my head was in his lap, his cock in my throat. It was my first blowjob. In fact, aside from some making out and being fingered it was the only sexual act I’ve done at that point. And though I was a little nervous I was so turned on by how naughty the situation was. Dark stormy night, giving head to a married man (Mr. Smith!) in his car while high. I remember thinking how I was glad my clothes were already wet because… well, yeah…

When he came it was so intense. He moaned out “fuck” really loudly, his hand moved from the back of my neck to my head and he shot this thick, salty stream after stream down my throat. After he was done and I made sure he was clean I had to get home so I got out of his car and back into mine. Before I did I thanked him for changing my tire… and the snack. He told me that I was a natural.

I laid in bed that night thinking of how he tasted and how it felt when he came and how it felt in my stomach and I masturbated myself to sleep.

Sorry if the story was lame.