Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 28

We stuck it out until about 1am, occasionally returning to the dance floor, where she would reignite my arousal, getting me more used to her touch, and increasing my self-control back to more normal levels. During our last bout of dancing, when she lifted her face towards me, I leant in for the kiss, which she accepted willingly, parting her lips slightly to allow my tongue to enter and toy briefly with hers. A positive step in the right direction, for sure.

When we left the club, we were lucky enough to grab a hovering taxi almost straight away. Sally gave the driver her address (her parents gaff actually) on the ‘patch’. He quoted the fare, which we accepted, and off we set.

No sooner had we pulled away from the kerb, than Sally went back in for the kiss. It was more intense this time, and as we embraced, our hands started to roam over the others body. Before long, I felt her hand rub softly across my groin, feeling my rising cock. She rubbed me through my trousers for a bit, before asking me “is it okay?” I assumed she meant was I under control, but I may have been wrong. Without saying anything else, I felt her unfasten my trousers and drag my turgid penis out of its confinement and start slowly pumping me. Things escalated way beyond my wildest dreams.

Breaking our kiss, Sally slid away from me on the wide back seat of the cab, and lowered her head to my lap. Without further preamble, she fully retracted my foreskin and engulfed my hard on with her warm, wet mouth. I was taken unaware by this unexpected turn of events and groaned loudly at the fantastic feeling. Looking up, I saw the taxi driver had heard me, and had glanced round quickly to see what was wrong. His lascivious scowl indicated he knew exactly what was ‘wrong’; not a first for him by any means I’d wager.

As Sally started to tongue my bell end and slowly bob her head on me, I saw the cabbie adjust his rear view mirror so he could observe the action. When I managed to make eye contact with him, I gestured for him to keep his on the road. He just leered back and shook his head. I had brief visions of him driving us off the road and us all dying in a fireball, as we barrelled into one of the deep storm drains that bordered the road. Obviously that did not happen, but what a way to go. Hmmm, food for thought in my current position.

Fuck it! If he wanted to perv on us, so be it. I was not going to give up getting blown for his benefit. I closed my eyes, tried to ignore him and went with the flow. Sally was being so gentle in her ministrations, that remarkably I did not feel the need for imminent release. Secretly I was quite pleased with myself for not popping my wad already. I rested my hand softly on the back of Sal’s head. Not to try and force her deeper. More just an acknowledgment of what she was doing and how good it felt.

I was lost in my own little world, oblivious to everything, other than Sally’s mouth on my cock. She must have being working on me far longer than I realised, because when I opened my eyes briefly and glanced around, I noticed that we would very soon be at the VCP at our end of the garrison complex, where we would have to ID ourselves to the sentries. I tapped Sally on the shoulder, and told her she’d have to stop and why. Reluctantly she released me and sat up. My rampant pole did not want to go back in my pants at first, and I only just managed to put it away by the time we reached the VCP.

The formalities completed, we were driven directly to Sally’s home. It was approaching 2am, and most of the street was in darkness. Sal headed to the house, and turned to wait for me while I paid off the taxi. I was very tempted to ask for a discount, in view of the show we’d put on, but knew it was a non-starter.

The taxi left and I went to say my goodbyes to Sally. I knew there was no chance of being invited in that night, so I fully expected to shortly be heading back, alone, to my block, to work off my frustrations by hand. However, Sally took my hand and led me to her front porch, which was actually located at the side of the property. There was no outside light on, so the porch was in deep shadow.

She immediately embraced me again, going in for a passionate kiss. “Now, where were we when we were so rudely interrupted?” She quipped. With that, she turned me so my arse was resting on the low brick wall that enclosed the, otherwise open, porch, with my legs extended in front of me. Hitching up the hem of her dress to the top of her thighs, enabled her to straddle my legs, bringing her mound close to my groin. Once again, she opened my trousers and extracted my penis. As she started to tease me back to hardness once more, I couldn’t help omitting a low, loud groan. Sally quickly shhed me. I doubted anyone was awake to hear me, but point taken, keep it down.

I was fully hard again and Sally started to jerk me in earnest. She started just how I like it, by rolling my foreskin back and forth over my glans, before wetting her hand with her saliva and rubbing directly on my purple helmet. I’d peaked a couple of times already that night, only to have the pop shot ripped away from me. Hopefully that would not happen again.

As Sal continued to work my cock, I realised her cleavage was right in front of my eyes, calling for me to dive in. I reached out and caressed her breasts over her clothes. They were fantastic, and I felt the nipples harden through the thin bra and dress material. I just had to have more. I just had to see them.

Reaching into the neckline of her dress, I pulled at it. The stretchy material allowed me to pull it off her shoulders and partway down her arms, fully exposing her bra encased tits. It also restricted her arm movements somewhat, but not enough to ruin her wanking stroke. Next, I pushed up her bra, releasing her breasts from all coverings. It was too dark there to really see the full glory of her breasts, but the dark did not stop me from first rolling her nipples between my thumb and first fingers, then taking them, in turn, into my mouth and sucking and gently nibbling them. It was her turn to groan loudly. I resisted the temptation to shh her. It might not have gone down well.

Sally continued to masturbate me. I continued to mouth her baps, but now emboldened by her willingness thus far, I reached down under her dress, found and started to massage up and down her cleft through her knickers, getting more groans from her. I went for broke and moved my hand inside her pants, searching for her clitoris. I’d barely touch her bare vag, when Sally grabbed my hand and stopped my advance. “Not tonight” she said, “Not out here. And you need this more than me right now anyway.” Wow…that must be against the girl rule book surely.

Reluctantly I backed out, not wanting to risk another ruined orgasm. Sally backed away from me slightly, to improve her grip on my cock, and redoubled her efforts. She was going for the money shot now, and as she furiously jerked me, her tits bounced erotically, in rhythm with her stroke. That was enough to breach the dam. I warned her I was going to cum, just before the first spurt shot out of me, followed rapidly by several more. They all ended up on the front of my shirt and trousers. She continued to milk the last few drops from me, until I had no more to give. Done, she lifted and examined her sticky hand. I could tell she was trying to work out how to clean it off, so I told her to wipe it on my shirt; a bit more wouldn’t make much difference.