Silk Scarf

Opening his eyes for a moment, Michael looked up and saw that the empty window of the truck cab was now filled with both the driver and his shotgun rider. Evidently they were enjoying the show. Shutting them out of his mind, he concentrated instead on the incredibly talented mouth gliding up and down his cock.
Moments later, Catherine felt the first drops of warm cum splash against the back of her throat. She deep throated Michael’s cock and swallowed the steady stream as fast as it came. It was obvious that she loved the taste of a man in her mouth. Not a drop was wasted.
She let his now empty cock slip from her mouth. Savoring the tangy taste, she ran her tongue across her lips. She lifted herself up and noticed the two truckers looking down at them. She smiled back at them and again gunned the engine as she cut in front of them, across the other lane and then up the block.
“That was fun.” Catherine said as they finally slowed down. “Yeah…fun.” Michael said as he wondered how they had avoided plowing into oncoming traffic. “Could you possible zip me up?” he asked as they came to a red light.
“I guess so, if you really want me to.” came her reply as she looked down at his cum covered but still hard cock. With one hand on the wheel they moved forward as the light turned green. As she drove, Catherine slid his cock back in his pants and pulled up his zipper.
“Thank you.” he said.

Catherine drove more conservatively as they crossed midtown and finally pulled up in front of a pre-war apartment building that just reeked of money. Catherine opened the door for Michael this time as his hands were obviously occupied. She draped his jacket over his shoulders and guided him toward the large carved and oversized doors. As she passed the doorman, she tossed him the keys to the Porche.
Michael noticed that the doorman didn’t seem surprised to see Catherine leading a young man at least ten years younger than her. He guessed that money turned a blind eyes to a lot of things.