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Cramped in Allen's tiny MGB/GT, on the street outside my parents' house, there was barely enough room to make out, let alone anything else. But I'm surer you remember what that feels like!

His hands were all over me, and I had no complaints about that, squeezing my tits (I was right not to wear a bra tonight), tweaking my nipples, stroking my cunt through my jeans as I opened my legs as wide as I could. Which wasn't as far as I'd have liked, so I contented myself with taking his hand and, very slowly, sucking his thumb into my mouth.

I felt him freeze, and glancing towards his face, he was clearly trying to say something. To find the words that were racing through his head.

I removed his thumb. "Yes?" I asked sweetly.

He still looked startled, but somehow the sentence found its way out. In a breathless Mach-1 tumble that could almost have been a single word "I- don't-think-that's-what-you-had-in-mind-sucking-is-it"

The intensity of his voice startled me, and his boldness too. I had Allen pegged as a fairly quiet, withdrawn kind of guy. But there again, barricades are there to be broken and it looked like I'd just smashed one.

I toyed quickly with the correct response. "I don't know what you mean," was my first thought, but that sounded too arch. "Tell me what you think it was," was the next but that wasn't much better. Might as well just grab the bull by the horns, as it were, and let him know I understood exactly what he was saying.

"Would you like that?"

Ah, there's the Allen I was expecting, blushing silent, but with a broad grin spread across his face.

"Quick," I told him. "Start the car and let's find someplace quiet."

Which he did, a couple of miles down the road, a rest stop I think it was, or maybe a small public park. Either way, it was secluded, it was deserted and, pulling into a parking spot at the very end of the lot, it was dark.

He turned off the engine and half turned to face me, and I was already tugging at his belt. I could feel the anticipation radiating from his body... guys are so easy, sometimes; their bodies simply cannot keep anything secret. I tugged at his zipper, pulled his jeans below his hips and slowly peeled back his tighty-whiteys.

And kerpow! His cock literally leaped out at me, a Jack in the Box that now hung in mid-air, just inches from my face. "Wow, somebody's eager," I teased and, extending my tongue I licking up an inch of so of the underside of his shaft; paused to tickle that special little spot behind his cockhead; then raised my face to look at him. In the darkness, it was hard to make out his expression, but definitely a smile, and his eyes were closed, too.

"I would tell you to watch," I whispered with a smile of my own. "But you won't be able to see much. Next time, though, with the lights on..." - and the moment "next time" left my lips, the cock in my hand jerked and, as if it was even possible, grew harder and stronger still.

This was going to be a good one.

The evening had already gone well. Later, Allen described the meal as "nice," but the movie as "forgettable," whereas I wasn't really paying any attention to either. Was this our second date? Our third? Either way, I'd known exactly what I wanted to do with him more or less since our very first meeting at the bank where I worked.

There was just something about him that appealed, the way he could be so assertive in daily life but so shy, I thought, around women. I doubted he'd ever so much as whispered "put it in your mouth" to someone, which is why the little that he had said thrilled me so much.

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