Her texts were always interesting, sometimes funny, and occasionally profound.  I enjoyed getting them and thought I'd like to meet the woman sending them.  So, by text, I asked her if she'd like to have dinner with me.

"I thought you'd never ask," she said, "I was about to ask you."

She greeted me at her door in a light blue dress that showed almost enough cleavage to get her arrested and ended well above her knees.  She entered my little, old Mercedes 190 SL roadster properly, her incredible rear first, then she swung in her long perfect legs.

We went to a trendy, upscale restaurant where they knew me, so we had a good table and excellent service.  When I told her I would order a vegetarian meal, she asked me to order the same for her.  That made me like her, a lot.

As the meal ended she went to the ladies' room and when she returned, she put her little purse and a blue hanky on the floor at her feet.

When the waiter returned my credit card and receipt he leaned over and whispered, "Good luck, but I don't think you'll need it."  He nodded toward my companion's purse and hanky, which on second sighting turned out to be a purse and a light blue thong.

At the valet stand, we were told it would take a few minutes to retrieve the roadster.  

Waiting, she stood in front of me and backed into me. My cock, which for some reason was erect, slid between her ass cheeks. Embarrassed, I took a step back.  She took a step back into me again and my cock found its place between her ass cheeks again.

"Does that feel good?" she asked.

"You know it does," I said.

The car arrived and as she headed for the passenger door, she pulled her skirt up, well above her stocking tops. The valet was so shocked that he stood frozen in place. So she opened the door, herself, put her ass in and then swung those legs in.

I was about to ask her what was wrong with the valet when I saw her perfect, almost hairless pussy.  She had put her purse and the thong in the footwell. (I later discovered stubble, less than an inch wide, that was shaved in the form of an arrow pointing to her pussy.) I put the car in gear and exited the parking lot and joined evening traffic.

She reached across the center hump and undid my belt and unzipped my fly.  My engorged cock popped out of my boxers.  She leaned over, grasped its base, put her lips over its head and gave it a little bite.

My body jerked and I said, "Ouch, that hurt."

"I just wanted to get your attention," she said, still holding the base of my cock and now reaching further to cup my balls.

"Do you mind if I use ten percent of my attention to drive and keep from getting us killed?" I asked.

She giggled before taking a good portion of my cock in her mouth.

I looked to my left and saw the woman in the car next to us looking at us.  As I went back to looking at the car ahead, she turned to the man driving.

The top was down and her head of blonde hair was in my lap as I drove.  Her teeth scraped up and down my cock, which made driving all but impossible.

Mercifully, I saw a supermarket parking lot that was not busy and pulled in and parked between two cars in the very back that I hoped belonged to employees rather than customers.  When the car came to a stop I expected to lean back and enjoy the climax, but she lifted her head out of my lap and left my cock standing at solitary attention.

I was about to start the car and take her home when she shucked her dress off over her head, opened the car door and strode around the front into the headlights.  There she was, in a garter belt, hose and stilettos.  In the headlights, she did a little pirouette, then lifted both breasts up with her hands.  Her pussy positively glistened.  

She then came to the drivers' side of the car, opened the door and straddled me, facing me. She took the base of my cock and directed the head between her wet pussy lips.

"Are your nails trimmed?" she asked.

I thought it was a peculiar time to discuss hygiene, but as she took my hand and drew it behind her, I realized she wanted my finger up her anus.

As I pushed my finger slowly in her tight hole, her wet pussy gripped my cock.  She took my head and put it between her breasts and I found her clit with my thumb and finger.  We were now about as into each other as it was possible to be on the driver's seat of a roadster. She began to move up and down on my cock without loosening her pussy's grip very much as I rubbed her clit and fucked her anus with my finger. 

As I was nearing delirium She shrieked "Oh, oh," and shuddered massively. 

With a jerk that rammed my cock into the end of her canal, I ejaculated and then again and again.

We held each other for several minutes, then she lifted herself off my now flaccid cock, walked around the front of the car and got into the passenger seat.  

I started the car and headed for my mostly naked passengers' home.  When we reached her home she walked up the walk to her front porch and up the steps holding her dress and purse.  At her door, she put the dress on over her head.

"I'd invite you in, " she said, "but my husband's inside waiting to fuck me."