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SOCCER—CHAPTER
28
We
drove for about 90 minutes and crossed the border back into
As
we got to the car Gerda tossed me the keys.
“Sie
treiben.”
It was my turn to drive the car.
I
pulled back out onto the Autobahn while Gerda lit up
another cigarette, exhaling through the cracked window. She’d been almost silent since we left
“You
have fun with me in…
Niederlande
?”
I nodded. I was concentrating on overtaking two trucks
while aware there was a Mercedes sportscar screaming
down the highway wanting me out of the fast lane. I pulled in after getting by the trucks. The coupe roared by.
Gerda sipped her
can of soda.
“Have
you in me fallen in love?” She exhaled
and stubbed out the butt of her Marlboro.
Loaded question…
Had
I ever been in love? I didn’t know. I’d dated Robin for two years in high school
and always felt, then, that I was in love with her even though it was never
verbalized or physically consummated.
Now Beate… I had swooned for her and the few
months we’d been together had been great, and I always felt at the time that
she was the one. But since we broke up I
hadn’t really pined. I had affection for
some of the others. So how did I feel
about Gerda?
“No. I like you.
I had a good time with you in
“Gut.”
Gerda
lit another
cigarette, and wound down the window a little.
For some reason I felt like smoking too.
I took the pack of Marlboros and lit one up. It was y first drag of tobacco in four years.
“Soll
ich
dir einen
blasen?”
Gerda’s
hand caressed my thigh. Did I want her
to blow me? The stiffening prick in my
pants said yes.
I
was driving down the freeway at 80 miles per hour and Gerda
had my fly unzipped and my hardening cock in her hands in a couple of seconds.
Her hot breath sent shimmers down my spine.
She
took another sip of soda, and without swallowing the drink, sank her mouth
around half my length. Her lips, tongue, and the cold soda bubbles just raised my
excitement level. Very slowly her lips
pulled back till only my cockhead was in her mouth. Her tongue started to needle my come-hole and
I felt the tiny bubbles swirl. She did
this a few times, maybe taking 10 or 15 seconds to go down and then back out
half the length of my erection. I felt a
surge of pre-come, and the soda mixed with the seminal fluid that dripped out.
Gerda
released my
cock from her mouth, but jerked slowly at the same rhythm. She smiled and swallowed.
“Drive
slower…” I’d dropped the speed to about
60 while Gerda had been working me with her
mouth. I eased off on the pedal.
Gerda’s hand
movement slowed as the speedometer dropped to 50.
“Jetzt
schneller…” I put foot down on the gas and eased the car
back to 60. Her hand moved up-and-down
faster.
“Understand?” I nodded.
She lowered her face back onto my cock.
I
pressed down on the gas some more.
Gerda’s mouth worked faster. The traffic was light. I hit 80 and Gerda
got into a pleasurable rhythm on my stick.
She had unbuttoned the waistband of my pants and pulled them down to get
more access. I drove for a couple of
miles and then accelerated up to 90.
Gerda’s head started bobbing up and down my cock. When I hit a hundred I felt like her mouth
was a machine.
I
was real close to coming but we hit some traffic. A truck was overtaking another slower
one. My foot hit the clutch and the car
started slowing down. So did Gerda’s mouth: it was excruciatingly slow at 50 but I felt
my load swelling.
As
soon as the truck pulled into the right-hand lane I put my foot on the
gas. She started pumping my cock as the
car accelerated… 70… 80… 90… 95… the tachometer was red-lining. I started to
come.
Gerda
pulled her mouth off but jacked me off with her hand. It was a blur when I glanced down. The first load of spunk hit her in
forehead.
The next
onto her grinning lips.
The third
creamed onto her cheek.
Then across her nose and an eyelid.
A couple of smaller spurts just dribbled out
over the dome of my prick.
Gerda
sat back up in
the bucket seat just as we passed a police car stopped on the shoulder writing
up a ticket. I slowed down. The wind breezed over my semi-rigid cock when
Gerda wound down her window. She puffed on her Marlboro, strings of my
come splayed over face. Some dribble
down her lip onto her chin but just as it was about to drip on her blouse she
scooped it up with the side of her index finger, and then sucked the come into
her mouth. She took another drag and
flicked the cigarette out the window.
With
some tissues from her purse she wiped her face clean, and then my groin. She got my pants back on though my privates
still felt sticky. We were getting close
to home.