[This is continued from Dick Cramden's "The Blues Club."]

The car ride to the hotel was quick. We didn’t speak a word. Instead, you cooed as I moved my hand between your thighs and slowly and gently rubbed my fingers over your panties. As we turned off the road into the hotel parking lot, your cooing had turned to soft moaning.

I helped you out of the car, and as you stood you backed me up against it and pulled my lips to yours. We each slipped a leg between the others thighs and began grinding our crotches against them. My hands slipped down your back and took hold of your supple ass. Kissing grew more passionate as we kissed each others’ neck, ears, throats, cheeks, eyelids.

Your hand slid from my shoulder, down my chest and grabbed my rock hard cock. You found the fly of my pants and pulled it down, and freed me from my boxers, giving me a few gentle, loving strokes. I moaned my thanks. Before I knew what was going on, you crouched down before me and took me into your mouth. Your tight wet lips pressed together as you pushed your face over the head. My back arched in pleasure and my shoulders rested against the car. Your hand firmly, but not tightly, gripped my shaft and pumped slowly as your head began to bob up and down, coating my penis with your saliva. Your hand was soon sliding easily over my tight skin as you continued to take more and more of me into your mouth.

Your hand left the shaft and I felt your lips slide further down on me than I had ever felt before. My cock was hot, and ready to burst. You gave my balls a gentle squeeze. Our eyes were locked as you continued to please me this way, and I noticed your hand working between your own legs, which pleased me that much more.

Then as suddenly as you started, you stopped, standing up and carefully putting me back into my drawers and zipping up my pants. You took your lipstick out of your pocket book and reapplied a slick coat to your wonderful lips. “Let’s go inside,” you whispered. What was I going to do, argue?

As we walked toward the revolving door of the hotel, I caught a glimpse of a couple sitting in a car not too far from where we had parked. They were in a good vantage point to have seen much of what we were up to. I couldn’t tell if they had, but a new excitement stirred within me. As we approached the front of the hotel, I glimpsed back to see the man, sitting in his seat with his head tilted back, mouth slack jawed. I couldn’t see the woman, but my guess was she was giving him head. This new excitement swelled.

[Don't worry, kids, there's more to come from Dick Cramden.]