Bird and the Blonde

And they might have been -- the first of the three certainly landed with a satisfying smack on her bare right cheek, leaving a white imprint of his hand on the reddened skin. However, Bird had forgotten that his other hand, the one pulling up on her panties, was the one holding the remote control for the vibrator. He must have accidentally pushed a button when he landed that eighth slap because the sound of the vibrator suddenly doubled in volume and the blonde woman let out a huge gasp.

Her head snapped up as she began rocking back and forth, her back arched. She began making grunting noises in rhythm with her movement, "Uh!...Uh!...Uh!..." Bird had been so startled that he'd dropped the control, which was now firmly wedged between the woman's knees. He had no idea whether he should attempt to retrieve it or not.

Then he realized that the blonde woman had begun speaking again: "...Uh!... No!... Uh!... Won't...do that!... Unnh!... Don't care...uh!...what you do! Unh!... No...no! I won't! Ohhhhhh...god!... Oh!... Oh!... Please! Don't...make me!... Ohhhhhhh..."

And to Bird's astonishment she suddenly reached between her legs, yanked the crotch of her panties aside and shoved the vibrating egg into her pussy, making a high-pitched squeal as she did so. Then she sat up, swiveled awkwardly on her knees and bent down again. But this time instead of getting back on all fours she began tearing frantically at Bird's belt buckle...and then his zipper, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open as she panted out loud.

Bird was too stunned to even cooperate as she yanked his pants and underwear down past his hips. But when she swooped down and took his aching cock into her mouth, his own mouth fell open and he had to reach up with one hand to keep the drool from spilling down his chin. She was giving him a blowjob! He gripped the edge of the seat with both hands, determined not to move, speak or do anything that might possibly distract her.

Not that that seemed likely, or even possible, short of physically shoving her away. She seemed to be helplessly responding to the new rhythm of the vibrator inside her, bobbing her head frantically up and down on his cock, slurping and licking and moaning in turn. For Bird the experience was so intense that it was nearly painful. In his fantasies he'd always imagined a blowjob as something slow and sensual, even kind of romantic. But this was a full-on assault.

Not that he was complaining, of course; he wished it would go on forever. Unfortunately, between the excitement of everything that had already happened and the relentless action of her hot mouth and tongue on him, Bird was all too aware that he wasn't going to be able to hold back for long. He could already feel the stirring in his scrotum that meant he would be coming at any moment. He wondered if he should say something to warn her. It seemed as though it would be the polite thing to do.

He might have actually managed to gasp out something if she hadn't started to climax herself, her moans becoming a continuous muffled shriek, the motion of her head becoming piston-like, as if she were determined to make him come first.

It was a tie, as it turned out, and Bird's drawn-out "AHHHHHHH!" made a dissonant harmony with her "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" as he spurted into her mouth. She somehow managed to continue sucking on him until he had mostly finished, then threw herself backwards into the seat next to him, legs splayed, hips jerking spasmodically, head thrown back as she gasped through the conclusion of her own orgasm. She shoved a hand into her panties, jerked the vibrating egg out by its cord and flung it onto the seat between them. As soon as he was able to move, Bird fumbled for the control and switched it off.

There was silence, except for the sound of settling breath, for a long time. Bird re-adjusted his glasses, and then rolled his window down partway, reveling in the taste and smell of fresh air after the sweat and sex-soaked atmosphere of the car. A moment later she did the same. They both looked around to make sure they hadn't been observed, then unthinkingly settled into the same positions they had taken when Bird had first gotten into the car: hands clasped on their laps, heads down, not looking at each other.

After a long while the blonde woman asked softly, "May I please get dressed now?" Bird didn't bother to answer, knowing that the question wasn't really being addressed to him. He watched out of the corner of his eye as she grabbed and unfolded her skirt, bent down and tugged it back up over her hips, reaching behind her back to fasten it, then slipped back into her blouse and buttoned it and tucked it in. Bird pulled his pants back up and fastened them as well.

There was another long silence. Bird was wondering if he should say 'Thank you' -- or at least ask for her name -- or if he should just get out of the car and go. Judging by her seeming indifference to his presence he decided on the latter. He reached for the door handle...

"I suppose you're going to make me give you these," she said in her usual trance-like voice, raising her hips as she hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her panties and slid them down her legs. She reached down to retrieve them, then, still not looking at him, held them out, dangling from her thumb and forefinger. Bird hesitantly reached out and took them from her. They were soaked, and redolent with the smell of her sex and perspiration.

She continued, "And I have to come back and ask you for them...right? Right there in the store? Wearing my vibrator again?" Bird waited, and sure enough she continued, "All right... I guess I have to do whatever you want -- it's my own fault. May I please leave now?" She fumbled for her purse and began rummaging for her keys, not realizing they were already in the ignition.

Still dazed, Bird opened the door and stepped out onto the asphalt.

"Wait."

He turned and bent down to look back into the car. She was still sitting exactly as he'd left her. But suddenly she turned, leaned forward and actually looked into his eyes for the first time since he'd gotten into the car. She gave him a little smile...then kissed him quickly on the mouth before settling back into her seat and starting the car.

Bird straightened up and closed the door. He stood there staring after her as she drove out of the parking lot and onto the highway. It wasn't until he heard a muffled giggle behind him that Bird realized he still had her wet panties dangling from his hand. He started to bunch them up, then changed his mind and folded them neatly into a small, fragrant packet before slipping them into his pocket.

After all, she was going to be coming back for them someday.

Bird turned and headed back towards the store. He started to whistle as he walked along, then suddenly noticed: his feet didn't hurt at all.