We drove to the park in silence. I glanced at her in the seat next to me, and under her blue little mini-skirt, I thought I caught a glimpse of some white.

“What are you wearing?” I asked, trying to keep disappointment out of my voice.

“What? You mean my blouse? You don’t like it?”

“You know exactly what I mean. Take them off.”

She blushed a little but lifted her ass off the seat and reached beneath her skirt. I caught a glimpse of beautiful skin higher up her thighs before I almost drove off the road. When I glanced over again, I saw that she had paused to let me watch.

“Damn, what a hot little cunt.”

She smiled and slowly slid the panties off her mound and down her legs. When she lifted her right leg, she flashed me, and I saw her cute little pussy open up a little. Then she folded her dress back over her legs and threw her panties in the back seat.

“I was having lunch with my mother,” she said. “Did you want me to flash her?”

“No...” though her mother was pretty hot. “But you might have gotten better service.”

She giggled and looked out the window. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, of course, but I noticed a hand idly rubbing her leg, right at the bottom of the skirt.

“Have you thought any more about what we talked about?” She glanced over at me, blushing again. I saw she must have.

“Yes, I did. I read the story you wrote and thought about how it would be.”

She giggled. “You mean you read it and played with yourself?”

She didn’t answer; she just looked down at the floor of the car.

“I’m going to make you show me later, when we find a spot.”

“You are so evil,” she said, but she squirmed a little on the seat. “How long?”

“Hmm?” I asked. I knew what she meant, but I wanted to hear her ask it.

“We’re almost there.”

“No, I mean how long do. When is she will be coming to visit?” How long does she have to wait? Whoa, this was a new development. I didn’t think she would like the idea quite this much. As if her taking off her panties wasn’t bad enough, I was rock hard now. I had to shift myself to ease the pain.

“She’ll be here in a week. You know that.”

“I know, I just wanted to get you hot.”

We were sitting in the shade on top of a picnic table, just a bounce away from two hot blondes sunning themselves with little bikinis on the grass. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Mariah stealing glances at them. That story must have really hit home, I thought. I’ve only been with her for about a month, but already I could pick up minute signs of her arousal: constant playing with her clothes, fixing and straightening, the typical hair adjusting, the light dancing in her eyes when I caught her looking.

Of course, there was also the fact that she placed her hand on my knee when one of the girls turned over, upturning a beautiful sculpted ass. I responded by moving her hand closer to my still rock-hard cock. She gasped when she felt it. “Because of them?” she asked.

“I haven’t even noticed them,” I responded.

“But you have.” She smiled and pressed me.

God, it felt great. Waves of pleasure emanated from where she was caressing me, really jerking me off through my pants. She looked around quickly and then slid a hand coyly up the inside of her skirt. I almost lost it and had to take her hand away. She pouted. I pulled her off the table, and she was going to sit down on the bench, but I pushed her down more. She slid under the table and smiled up at me.

“Take off your skirt,” I hissed to her.

She looked around, and I knew from where the girls were lying if they were to look over at her, they could see her under the table, but no one else in the area could. Just those two girls, maybe, and me.

She hesitated only a second and then slid the straps of her sundress down her arms. I had to touch my cock as the top of one breast came into view. She caught me looking, paused, and ran a finger along the curve, just where it started to come out. She closed her eyes at the feeling, and a silent moan escaped her lips. She slid the top further down, slowly, teasing me.

Finally, a beautiful nipple came into view. It was already hard, as I suspected. The other one was just as beautiful, and then she left the top of it bunched around her waist.

She pulled her skirt up, but I couldn’t see anything in the shadows. She placed her hands on my knees and started the upward wandering. I stopped her.

“Give me the dress,” I said.

She blushed, and I could see her weighing the consequences. She blinked at me, still smiling, and slid the dress down to her ankles. She picked it up and handed it up to me, and I put it on top of the picnic table. One hand disappeared underneath her squatting legs, and I could see her face twist in pleasure.

“You’re such a little slut,” I told her, and she gasped, her arm moving faster. She reached up with her other hand and unzipped my fly.

For one painful moment, she had to fight to get it out of the confinement, and then it popped free, shivering in the wind. She held the base of it with her right hand and brought her left up to her mouth, licking the middle finger. Without giving me a chance to even take it all in, she engulfed my cock with her wet, hot mouth, and I almost fell off the table.

She took it nice and slow, her right arm and hand hidden away the whole time. I’ve had quite a few blowjobs, and I knew she liked what she was doing. That made all the difference. When a woman genuinely likes sucking cock, it doesn’t matter what the technique is. She savored it— fucking savored it— like a good lollipop.

She lingered at the tip, tonguing it, tasting and feeling it respond. And respond it did. It took all the strength I could muster to stop from squirming. Then, just when I couldn’t take it anymore, she slid her mouth all the way to the base, licking as she went. I almost blew it right there.