I was on my way home from work with my fiance when the cigerette I was smoking was blown back into the window after I had dropped it. It fellin between my fiance’s legs onto the floor burning the carpet. He is screaming his head off and leaning back. he flipps the light on so that I can retrieve it without to much damage. I lean down and grab it off the floor. My face in his lap all the while… All of a sudden we hear honking behind us and semi driver pulls to the next lane and speeds up. He is honking his hi=orn and flashing his lights. He was practically jumping up and down. Chris and I just start laughing and accelerate our car ahead of his and went home.
I don’t think I’ve blushed that hard in a loooong looong time…
Giving drivers blowjobs is not an uncommon practice. I’ve received the pleasure several times myself. It’s probably not entirely safe, but the risk factor adds to the fun, I believe. Try it sometime. But please follow the speed limit and, of course, avoid intoxicants.
About a year ago a friend of mine was working the Drive-Thru window at BK, when a couple drove up engaging in the above mentioned.
Now, when the guy went to pay her, his natural distraction caused him to drop his money outside the window. And as the man obviously had no intentions of picking it up himself, my friend went running out to get it, only to be greeted by a slobbering female, grinning and removing his excitement from her mouth, with the back of her hand.
My husband asked me once to fulfill his fantasy of getting some while driving, so, like the good wife I am, I did.
He chose a nice, straight road with little traffic, just in case he got too distracted
We ended up at the beach, where he was able to fulfill my fantasy of sex on the beach. That was a great day.
Just thought I’d share
Rose
I think it would have been different if I was actually doing it. I have before, even though with my fiance it is a little hard to do so. (lack of surface area). I think it was just that I HADN’T been that made me so embarrased!!!:o
This one caused mental whiplash, followed by a gust of crass laughter. Know what you’re saing, TN*hippie, but there’s a good case for classifying this as one hell of a potent intoxicant all on its own.
I hate to bring a somber note into this discussion, but I must relate a story, apocryphal or not, about the subject.
It seems that at state trooper came upon an accident while on routine patrol. From all appearances a car had left the highway and ran head on into a large tree. When he got up to the car and opened the drivers side door he noticed a male teenager behind the wheel and a female with her head in his lap, both dead. When the ambulance attendants came to move the bodies, they removed the girls body first and discovered that the accident had caused her to bite off the males member and she had it lodged in her mouth. Sheesh!!
Can you say “Urban legend”? That wreck story has been around forever.
However on a humerous note… A really funny movie about that is Parenthood. Mary Steenburgen, decides to surprise her husband (Steve Martin) by giving him a blowjob in the car. The scene stops just as he is obviously very surpised. The next sceen is a cop asking Steve Martin what happened, and he looks at his wife and says “Why don’t you tell him, honey?”
Wasn’t that how the book ‘Thinner’ started? Maybe the movie too, i don’t remember. I think the guy ran over the gypsy’s daughter because he was getting a blow job and not paying attention to the road. Anyone?
Rose
All I know is that I had to brake REALLY hard a few weeks ago when I was passing a slower car on the highway. It was on the right lane of a two way (per direction). I passed the other car legitimately, at least I tried. Just when I was about to pass them, the car swerved to the left, onto my lane. I hit the brakes, and steered left, in the direction of the guard rail. Which I JUST managed to avoid.
You guessed it. Mrs. Hyundai Lantra was pleasuring mr. Hyundai Lantra orally.
Don’t get me wrong kids. Uncle Coldy likes a bit of oral pleasure as much as the next guy. But the roads are NOT a playground. Behind the wheel, you need 100% concentration. Especially if you’re a boy racer like me
OK, Not so funny movie/book about such an incident:
The World According to Garp.
Seems that the two timing wife is giving one last “kiss” goodbye to her boyfriend/lover in a parked car in the driveway. Hubby comes tearing into the driveway with the kids in the car, not expecting anyone to be parked there.
Boom-Bang-Chomp.
The lover’s member gets bitten off, the woman has to have her jaw wired shut and one of the kids die.
Great book, but one of the more tragic reads you’ll come by.
That said. I’ve been there, done that.
If you saw a skinny white kid with a stained expression on his face driving a crappy car about 35 mph on Mass. interstate during the late 80’s early 90’s- that was me.
BTDT and afterwards my boyfriend told me that while he’d never have stopped me at the time, in retrospect he’d never let me do it again. He said his speed control and steering were just begging for tragedy.
This isn’t exactly road head, but the week we moved into our condo one afternoon I noticed a strange car parked in front. I looked out our window and based on head motions and the rest, it was clear some girl was giving a guy a lovely blowjob there in the car. With no landscaping and all the new construction, I guess they thought our neighborhood was still empty. They were so close to my front door. I was completely beside myself–the ornery side of me wanted to go scare the bejesus out of them but the sympathetic side of me remembered what it was like to be a teenager desperate for a place to be intimate.
Plus our phone wasn’t hooked up yet and I couldn’t even call anyone to give them a breathless play-by-play. I was practically jumping up and down screaming with the frustration of indecision and having no one to guffaw about it with! I ended up doing nothing.
They never came back, to my profound disappointment.
Well, I’m not sure which was the more distracting, receiving oral pleasure from my (ex) girlfriend while driving, or watching her in the passenger seat with her sundress hiked up, feet on the dash, fingers going to town on herself, occassionally letting me lick the fruits of her pleasure off her fingers.
Blow jobs in cars? They’re okay, but I hate it when I hit my head on the bottom of the steering wheel…
Yer pal,
Satan
TIME ELAPSED SINCE I QUIT SMOKING:
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