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Archive name: newyrs1.txt (MF, oral)
Authors name: Stephanie M. Clarkson (c) 1993
Story title : Road Skill

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Road Skill (MF, oral)
by Stephanie M. Clarkson (c) 1993

***

Coworkers attend a New Years Eve party. On the way 
there things heat up and their relationship changes 
from a working one to a sexual one.

***

I'm a firm believer that what you do on New Year's Eve 
is what you'll wind up doing the rest of the year. 
That's why I'm so glad that Craig and I rang in 1993 
the way we did. It bodes well.

Craig and I had been working together up until 
Christmas as Santa and Mrs. Claus at the local mall. On 
our last day, the 24th, I was a more than willing 
partner to my own seduction. We'd been talking every 
day between Christmas and New Year's, complaining about 
our families and talking about our presents. I have a 
button that says "Intelligence is the ultimate 
aphrodisiac", and the more I talked to Craig the more I 
wanted to see him again.

He had an invitation to a party that one of his friends 
was giving. He told me he hadn't been planning on 
going, because the only thing worse than spending New 
Year's at home alone was spending New Year's alone in a 
room full of people who were definitely NOT alone. And, 
according to the flatterer's own admission, he'd been 
expecting to sit home moping that he'd never see me 
again, since our seasonal work was done.

He'd told me to dress formal, and I intended to take 
that as far as I could go. I had my last paycheck, and 
a number of Christmas present gift certificates, so I 
went wild at the Boxing Week sales. I'm not 
particularly tall, and I fit Reuben's definition of 
female beauty better than I fit Jane Fonda's. 

There are definite advantages to a rounder figure, and 
I have learned to play them up. Quite literally, in the 
case of my breasts, which are double-d cups. I bought a 
bustier, which I'd been eyeing for a long time. It did 
wonders for my shape, pushing my tits together and up. 

Looking down into actual cleavage was just as much of a 
thrill as looking at it can be, and the sensation of 
being bound and held in place was incredibly exciting. 
I bought a deep red knit dress to wear over it. The 
dress was clingy in a fifties sweater sort of way - it 
showed off the shape of my breasts and the roundness of 
my hips perfectly. Black lace stockings and a new set 
of shoes to match the dress finished off the picture 
very nicely.

I don't normally wear make-up, but that outfit needed 
every-thing to be dressed up. Not to mention that I 
wanted to knock Craig flat on his back. He'd never seen 
me in anything but jeans or that lumpy Mrs. Claus 
costume, and I wanted to look as good as I could for 
him. When he came to pick me up, I knew I'd done well.

"Judy!" he exclaimed, when I answered the door to my 
apartment, "You look... intensely good." He didn't look 
bad himself, in a tux that fit too well to be a rental. 
I was impressed. I went to stick my head in the living 
room to tell my roommate, Laura, that I was off, but 
she and her girlfriend were involved in a heavy necking 
session on the couch already, so we just left.

The party was one town over, about a half hour's ride 
away. I'd been going nuts with wanting this man all 
week, and the second we were in the car I leaned over 
and kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He 
tasted faintly minty, as his tongue pressed back 
against mine. His hand came up under my neck, behind my 
head, and he pulled me closer to him for a moment 
before letting go.

"You look incredible tonight," he murmured into my ear, 
playfully dipping his tongue into it.

"So do you," I said. "Shall we go? The sooner we get to 
the party, the sooner we can decently leave so I can 
fuck your brains out. Sex on the phone the other night 
was fun, but..."

"Right then." He pulled away from me, drawing his hand 
across my breasts as he did so. 

The mistake I made is easy to spot, in retrospect. We 
were just on the verge of leaving town when I put my 
hand on his knee. I really did mean it to be just 
affectionate, despite how Craig has teased me since. 
But his knee was a little far down, and before I 
realized it my hand had slid up his thigh, and my 
fingers brushed against the bulge under the soft 
material of his pants. 

And from there, I really couldn't help myself, memories 
of how good his eight inches had felt the week before 
and all. I moved my hand up higher, and gave him a 
good, hard squeeze through the cloth. He moaned, just a 
little, and leaned back in the seat to give me more 
access.

I ran my hand up and down the vertical bulge that was 
his rock hard cock, stopping on each downswing to 
carefully grab his balls. One of his hands reached 
down, and undid something, and half a second later I 
had incredibly warm flesh in my hand.

"Pull over," I said, leaning over to nibble his ear. "I 
want that cock of yours in my mouth, and in a minute I 
don't think you'll be able to drive." 

We were beyond city limits now, with no cars in sight 
in either direction. Craig pulled onto the shoulder, 
stopped the car and leaned his seat as far back as he 
could. I have a bit of an oral fetish, and was 
instantly over on him, taking the two thirds of his 
cock that I could down to the back of my throat. One 
hand squeezed around those last two inches, tightly 
holding him upright for my hungry mouth. 

I pulled back off him slowly, keeping the suction 
steady and swirling my tongue around his shaft as I 
slid back. Wet warmth leaked out of me to match the 
drop of pre-cum that was on the tip of his spear. I 
took care of the one by licking it off, and the other 
by sliding my free hand under my dress and pulling my 
new stockings and my panties down. 

The car was heated, but not that warm, and the cool air 
against my wet slit was a delightful feeling. I slid my 
finger into my hole to wet it, and started to stroke 
myself in time with my up and down motions over Craig's 
bulging dick.

I moved slowly over him, sliding him to the back of my 
throat and memorizing the feel of every vein with my 
tongue. I started to move my hand up and down over him, 
keeping my fingers as tightly wrapped around him as I 
could. My own orgasm was perilously close as I wiggled 
my finger faster. My nipples were hard from the cool 
air of the car, and as my head and shoulders moved they 
rubbed against the top support of the bustier. 

The feeling was exquisite and as more pre-cum leaked 
out into my mouth I came with incredible intensity. I 
started to pull back off his cock as I began to moan, 
but Craig's hand was instantly there, and he pushed me 
back onto his dick, farther than I would have gone 
naturally, forcing it into the back of my throat. I 
gagged a little, but my pain tolerance was up as my 
body continued to shake from my orgasm, and I was still 
moaning as I felt him tense below me. 

I squeezed the base of his cock harder as I felt the 
main vein of his penis pulse a half second before my 
mouth was filled with warm, creamy cum. Where my lips 
were pressed against him, I felt his pulse beat wildly 
as he pumped more jizz than I'd expected into me, his 
hips pressing up. 

Finally his hold on my head eased and I pulled back, 
gulping down his cum and making sure I left none 
behind. Once I'd swallowed, I carefully gave his dick a 
quick cleaning with my tongue. I looked up at him and 
smiled.

"Wow," he said, lifting his head to look down at me. 
"Where on earth did you learn to do that?"

"I don't know," I honestly said. "I just always have. I 
suppose I do it well because I enjoy it so much."

"So did I," he grinned. "Now I just have to get through 
this party."

The party itself was not so bad. We didn't stay more 
than ten minutes after midnight, which was rude, I 
suppose, but I think it was probably less rude than 
staying and fucking in Craig's friend's living room, 
which we were getting almost desperate enough to do. 
Craig is great in bed. 

New Years was several days ago, and I'm still sore from 
our marathon, but we're going out again tonight, so I 
don't have time to tell you about that right now. 
Suffice to say this year came in with both a bang AND a 
whimper at my house.

Stephanie...

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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