Chapter 5: Sucking Ian in the Mall Parking Lot

To be fair, Ian picked me up five minutes early. He wasn’t expecting to see me so close to the road and almost drove past me but I recognized him and waved him down. He stopped the car and I ran up to the passenger door and hopped in. He did an illegal U-turn and went out back to the main road and turned right to go back into town. Turning to me finally, he looked me up and down and grinned.

“Well Kelly, nice to see you today,” he started out as if he was picking me up to take me to church. Of course we were heading the wrong way for that - in more ways than one!

I said hello back and he let out a big breath as if he’d been holding it for the last few minutes. Looking at me again he raised his eyebrows and said, “You know, I wasn’t sure you would be there for real. This all seems a bit surreal ... you know?”

I asked him what he meant by that and he replied, “Well, you’ve got to admit, a guy like me picking a girl like you to go shopping ... it’s not something I’ve ever done before - or anyone else I know either!”

We both laughed and the conversation stayed at the small talk stage for the trip to the mall. It took almost forty five minutes to get there and the tension built in the car as we each pretended like this was just some ordinary shopping trip. It reminded me of when guys would take me home from babysitting and I knew they were dying to fulfill their fantasies about doing the babysitter but were too scared to do anything about it.

Although the car had bench front seats, the center section had a fold-down console for use as an arm-rest and cup holder. I noticed that it was down when I got in the car and I wondered when the last time his wife had lifted it up to sit next to him. Probably not in quite a while was my guess.

Although I had known Ian for almost three years now, we really didn’t know that much about each other. He didn’t even know that I was from Pittsburgh! We talked about our families and personal history - all the sort of stuff you would discuss with just about anyone. I could tell he was extremely proud of his kids but there was always this cloud that seemed to hang over the conversation anytime it went near his wife. As we approached the exit to the mall he finally let out a piece of information that helped fill in the blanks.

“Kelly, you go to a pretty strict school and I’ve heard about all the rules regarding celibacy and waiting for marriage and stuff. I was wondering how do you really feel about all that?” he asked.

I looked at him with a quizzical eye and he elaborated saying, “Well, Nancy and I had never done it with anyone else when we met. I admit we didn’t wait until we got married but still, neither of us has ever been with anyone else - before or after we got married.”

My face must have betrayed my surprise because he leaned his head back and smiled saying, “Yeah, I know that to your generation that must seem sort of quaint and backwards but I wondered if someone with your background would understand better.”

Ha! If only he knew what my background REALLY was! I turned in my seat and faced him with my legs folded underneath me. “You know Ian, just because I go to a religious school doesn’t mean I’m a virgin.”

Ian looked at me quickly as he turned off the expressway. “Oh really? Do you mind if I ask when you first did it?”

“I was fourteen,” I replied off-handedly. Well, THAT certainly gathered a reaction from him!

“FOURTEEN?” he repeated back to me and then held up his hand, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to react that way. I just assumed ... well you know. Yeah you may flirt a bit and you’ve earned a bit of a reputation with the church leadership for pushing the dress code a bit but I just figured you were just another tease.”

By now we were almost to the parking lot and I lifted the console up and out of the way so I could move over closer to him. He kept both hands on the steering wheel as he maneuvered the car through the lot to find an open spot. I put my hand on his thigh and gently rubbed it. “Is that what you think today’s going to be?” I asked softly, “Just a tease?”

He pulled into a slot and stopped the car. He twisted slightly in the driver seat and put his arm on the back of the seat behind me.

“Well, to be honest I’m not sure what the hell we’re doing here today. I’ve been asking myself that question ever since Wednesday night.”

Boldly, I moved my hand over to his crotch where I could feel the bulge of his cock and it was definitely responding to the situation! He shifted in his seat as if he wasn’t quite sure how to react to my touching him. I reached between his legs and cupped him in my hand, squeezing him gently through his jeans.

“Well, Ian,” I purred gently, “What were you HOPING would happen today?”

He licked his lips which suddenly had gone dry. He started to say something and then hesitated. All the same, he wasn’t stopping me so I continued touching him and moved to undo his belt and then unsnap his jeans.

I looked up at him and smiled seductively saying, “Is this anything like you were hoping for?”

Ian looked flustered. Sometimes it’s one thing to wish for something and fantasize about it but then quite something else when your wish is granted. I would’ve been willing to bet a lot that Ian had been jerking off all week thinking of me doing exactly what I was doing but now that it was happening. the reality of it was starting sink in. Was he having second thoughts? He didn’t say a word in response and so I took his silence as his way of saying “yes” and unzipped his jeans slowly. The sound of the zipper seemed unnaturally loud in the silence of his expensive car.

Still no response from him so I moved up close to him with my feet still up on the seat and then I reached down inside of his boxer shorts. My fingers encountered the fringe of his pubic hair and I could feel the stiffness of it as I ran my fingers through it. Reaching down further my fingers touched the tip of the head of his cock and then I held the shaft in my hand. I couldn’t see anything since my hand was buried down in his underwear but the stiffening of his body told me he could certainly feel what I was doing.

His breathing quickened as he whispered to me, “I don’t know Kelly ... I don’t know if I can really do this.”

I gently stroked his cock in my hand the best as I could with the constricting underwear around it. I shushed him softly and licked my lips for him.

“It’s OK,” I said gently to him, “Just close your eyes and let me do everything.”

I pushed his underwear down and let his cock flop out into the open. It wasn’t all that bad. I would have to classify it as “average”. It was pretty hard now and maybe six inches in length and my hand easily wrapped around the stiff shaft. He was circumcised and the head was swollen and large. Thick black pubic hair surrounded it and I could smell the thick muskiness of his crotch. Ian put his hand on mine and gave a lackluster attempt to pull my hand away.

“You know ... you really shouldn’t be doing that,” he whispered.

Ha! As big as he was compared to me, he could’ve easily stopped me if that was what he really wanted. It was typical of most married men at this stage and I knew the best way to deal with it was to just ignore him and continue on as if he’d said nothing. Lowering my head to his lap I took him into my mouth, quickly taking all of him in until my face was covered with that thick pubic hair. He fit rather easily in my mouth and I twisted my head around him while my tongue played along the fleshy shaft in my mouth. Ian groaned as I sucked hard on him and I raised my head up until just the head was in my mouth. I held him there with my lips and let my tongue do the work on his cock head, running around the hole in the tip of it and then around the lower ridge. Finally I let him loose and stroked his wet shaft with my hand as I looked up at him with a naughty grin on my face.

“Well, does that feel good?” I asked as my hand slid slowly up and down his wet cock.

Ian looked around as if afraid someone was going to see us. It was a reasonable concern for him since we WERE in the middle of a public parking lot surrounded by cars. Personally I didn’t care! There were cars on both sides of us though and unless those particular shoppers happened to return the odds of anyone slipping between the cars were pretty low - as I knew from past experience! He looked down at me and his cheeks bulged as he let out a big breath.

“Oh god, I can’t believe we’re doing this!” he blustered. “I mean ... what if someone sees us?”

He was sounding more flustered so before he could stop me I went back down on him and took his cock in my mouth again. Once I had him like that he couldn’t do anything to stop me without hurting himself so now he was mine! Despite his outward protests he must have been enjoying it because he reached down and pulled his jeans and boxer shorts down enough to give me full access to his cock and balls. I gently gathered his hairy balls in my right hand as my mouth continued to play his cock like a concert flute. If there is one thing in my life I think I am as good as anyone, it is sucking cock and Ian was getting one of my best efforts. I’d lost count a long time ago as to how many I have actually sucked but it had to be over two hundred or more. It was far easier for me to count the number of guys I had dated that I had NOT sucked as I could probably do that on one hand!

People have asked me why I love to suck cock so much. I don’t know how to explain it other than I just love doing it. Feeling a cock grow and harden in my mouth is something I will never tire of, no matter how many times I’m lucky enough to have it happen. Perhaps part of it has to do with the feeling of having complete control over a man. After all, I had the most tender part of his body in my mouth, able to inflict pain or pleasure as I desired at any moment. It was addicting to say the least. I love looking at a guy’s faces as I suck him, our eyes meeting as he sees his cock between my lips. I know guys love to watch when a girl sucks them and it gets me so wet knowing how much they desire me when they watch me suck them. That just makes it all the hotter for me as most of them never get to fuck me and all they will have for a memory is the look of my mouth moving up and down their hard shaft.

Ian put his right hand on my back and his left on my head as I sucked his cock faster and faster. I still had my jacket on so he moved down until he was holding my ass in his hands through the material of my sweat pants. His fingers on his other hand stoked my hair and I wiggled my butt to let him know I liked it when he touched it. His fingers slipped in between the elastic waist band and I could eel them work their way in until his hand cupped my bare butt. He squeezed my ass gently while small moans began to emerge from his mouth as I felt his cock swelling in preparation for his orgasm.

“Oh god, I’m cumming!” he groaned as I plunged my head down into his crotch, drawing in the heavy odor of his sex and sweat,” Please don’t stop Kelly!”

Yeah, as if THAT was on my agenda. His hand pushed my head roughly onto him, keeping his cock buried deep in my mouth as the first eruption of sperm entered my mouth and hit the back of my throat. Again and again he came as he humped his hips upward to drive his cock as deep as he could into my mouth. Some of his cum leaked past my lips and dripped down into his crotch as I tried to swallow it as best as I could.

Mmmmm, I kept him in my mouth even after he had finished, softly sucking him as his adulterous cock quickly softened and shrank. I could taste the little bits of sperm that would emerge from it as it dwindled and he shuddered sometimes as my tongue ran along the length of it. Finally I let it slip from my lips and I sat up to look at him. I could feel the cum on my chin but I didn’t do anything about it for the moment. I grinned at him and licked my lips like I had just had an excellent meal - which for me it was!