Rain Check

I shot a roll of film as he jerked off, some of his cock, some of his face, which contorted so beautifully, beatifically. When he came, he splashed his hand and his belly under his rucked-up shirt. The smell of it filled the car’s little space. I leaned and licked it from his fingers once I’d shot a couple of pictures of it dripping from his cock, his hand.

He pulled me up and kissed me, then, because he’s generous, he pushed me into the backseat, pushed my blouse up to show my tits under the pink bra, then opened my pants to reveal matching panties and my burgeoning hard-on. My hair was in my face, I felt all in disarray in the backseat, sprawled and ungainly.

He switched the film out and took a few shots of me laying like that, brushing hair from my eyes. His hand impatiently tugged my shoulder strap, popping my right breast free, the dark nipple already stiff.

He pulled my panties down enough that my cock slipped out, lying against my belly. He got pictures of that, too. Never let it be said he doesn’t have a good eye.

“Jerk it,” he told me - still couldn’t hear him, but I could read his lips. So I did, stroking slowly while I looked him in the eye as he leaned over the seat. I slipped out of my sweater eventually, my bra cascading down to reveal my tits, which were pushed together because I had both hands down there, one on my cock, stroking, and one squeezing my balls.

Scott couldn’t stand it. He thrust the camera into my hands, climbed in the back seat with me. Between the two of us and our hard-ons, there was barely enough room even though my Hummer is pretty big. He scrunched himself down and started sucking.

I got pics of that too, his wet mouth on my cock, everything blue and grey-tinted in the watery light, and streaked with shadows. The sweeping strokes, the ardent caressing of his tongue, soon it was all too much and I came, unleashing a torrent of come into his mouth as my finger pressed the shutter button. I prayed my hands were steady!