When I first started contract work away from home, I was staying in hotels. Apart from the odd night out with fellow workers, it was a fairly lonely existence. I used a few dating sites to see if I could get some dates, not so much for a relationship or even sex, but mainly just some company over dinner or drinks.
One of the first I chatted to seemed quite lonely and was quite agreeable to meeting up. We met in Clifton. It was a lively area with good pubs, quality restaurants, and a historic ambiance. We met in a pub, and as we swapped details about ourselves, I took the opportunity to assess my dinner companion. She was petite, probably five foot two, with long blond hair down to her nipples, a nicely shaped face, not too much make-up, and a nicely rounded figure. Despite the nineteen-year-old claim, I thought sixteen was more likely. I asked her about boyfriends and tried to assess her experience with men. She was quite tight-lipped, and I couldn't work out if that was shyness or lack of experience. We finished our drinks and headed for the restaurant.
I had selected a very pleasant-looking Italian restaurant. The reviews didn't lie and we both had a very enjoyable meal. I had a favourite meal - Saltinbocca a la Romana - a delicious veal-based treat with basil and Marsala sauce, accompanied with saute potatoes and fresh vegetables. She clearly didn't eat out much and I gave her the benefit of my extensive knowledge as she chose a safe chicken dish. We washed the meals down with a bottle of a very pleasant Italian Barbera.
Overall, I got the impression she had little experience of the World. She enjoyed my company and we seemed to be getting on well. We left the restaurant, and she asked if we could go for another drink. I told her I couldn't as I was driving. She looked crestfallen. I said sorry. She then asked me if she could beg a lift home. She told me where she lived and I was a little shocked when she told me she lived about twelve miles away, near Bath, and totally in the wrong direction.
My trip back from there would be another sixteen miles. I was really tired and just wanted to go to bed. She was quite insistent but I resisted. She then made me an offer I couldn't refuse. She said if I drive her, she'd give me a blowjob. After a pause I finally relented and we set off in my car. I thought I needed to sort these things out in advance in the future!
She got in the front of my Saab 95 and as we were driving she started rubbing me through my chinos. I might be having mixed thoughts about this evening but the raging erection in my pants seemed to indicate my cock had no such qualms. As we neared the village where she lived (with her parents), she directed me to a deserted car park by the side of a wood. A good place to park before a country ramble. But also a good place for a little al fresco sex without drawing undue attention to your illicit activities. I parked in the furthest part away from the road and shaded by two large oak trees.
Once parked up, I pulled back the seats and she wasted no time unzipping me, liberating my cock. As she worked it with her hand, we kissed. She tasted sweet and kissed like an expert. As we kissed and she wanked me off, I explored her body. She wore a light blouse and skirt, and I started to undo the buttons on her blouse. We parted from the kiss and she swapped the hand still around my cock for her lips and mouth. I certainly wasn't her first time, whatever her age. She licked me, sucked me, and practically swallowed my cock deep down her throat. It was glorious and unexpected.