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Ride

by Robert Braid

                Tonight was the night.  I have been waiting for this night for ages.  I couldn't believe my ears when Laura finally agreed to go out with me, and I wanted the occasion to be special.  Dinner reservations at La Fontana, then maybe dancing.  I wouldn't try too hard to take her home with me on the first date.  She is the kind of girl you dream about marrying.  Beautiful, charming, always smiling.  I could imagine myself waking up next to her every day for the rest of my life.  I could even imagine her as the mother of my children.  I had never felt this strongly about a woman before.  And tonight had to be perfect.

                I had my suit cleaned, bought a new tie and even polished my shoes.  I was so nervous I had to go out for a run just to calm down.  Showered, dressed, confirmed the dinner reservations.  I also had a list of all the different night clubs in town in case she wanted to go out dancing.  I also ran through in my mind the way to the lake in case she wanted to go for a walk.  If it were possible, I would have ordered a full moon tonight, but some things you just can't control.  I could already see us strolling around the lake.   I would put my arm around her and she would put her head on my shoulder.  We would talk about this night to our grandchildren.

                Nervous as I was, I worried a bit about making an ass out of myself, saying the wrong thing, spilling food on my new tie.  I hadn't been on a real date for over a year and couldn't quite remember what I was supposed to do.  I had a vague recollection of how my dates went before.  Trembling hands and nervous blunderings as I tried to convince whatever woman I was with to come home with me.  I had gotten sick of wasting my time running after girls just to try to get them in bed.  It never worked anyway.  Laura is different.  She's so sweet, she's always smiling and makes me feel so at ease, I was sure that it would all come naturally.  And I didn't just want to get her into the sack.  I wanted to make this thing last.

                Everything was ready.  Dressed, shaved, just the right amount of cologne, breath mints.  Right before I left, as an afterthought, I put a blanket in the car in case she wanted to park somewhere and make out.  I knew that I was fantasizing.  It never would happen.  I could never be so lucky, but I figured that it couldn't hurt.  I would leave it in the back seat, she wouldn't notice it there.  While I was at it I figured, what the hell, why not a few rubbers in the glove compartment.  All ready and I was still twenty minutes ahead of time.  So I thought that I would take a drive and breathe in the fresh night air and wonder how long it would be before I would ask her to marry me.

                I stashed the blanket and the condoms in the car, put the key in the ignition, and ...... nothing.  Fuck!  The battery was dead.  What a shit-head!  I must have left the lights on.  Or maybe God was punishing me for bringing the rubbers.  What could I do?  To call a service station and wait for them to get here to give me a jump, I would be way too late.  I was about to go mad when I saw a car coming down the road so I waved it down. 

                I explained to the woman that I needed a jump, but neither she nor I had any cables.  So she said that she could drive me a ways, drop me off and I could walk the rest of the way.  I couldn't believe my luck.  I had never tried hitch-hiking and people have always told me that they end up waiting for hours before they get a ride.  The very first car I wave down, and off I go.  I jumped in the car, thanking the woman profusely, and fastened my seat belt. 

                She said that she sort of recognized the address and was going that way anyway.  I rolled down the window and felt the cool evening air blow through my hair.  I thought that I should try to make conversation, but the woman didn't seem to want to talk.  I just let her drive and closed my eyes to imagine what Laura would look like in a wedding gown.

                The car stopped and I awoke from my daydream.  We weren't there yet.  We weren't even at a red light.  There we were stopped by the side of the road, surrounded by trees.  I was about to ask if the car had broken down when she leaned over and unzipped my pants.  In a flash she had my cock out and began sucking it.  I looked down and could see her head in my lap, moving up and down.  How could I let her do this?  I was going to be late for my date.  I didn't even know this woman.  Hell, I didn't even get a good look at her face, and there she was swirling her tongue around on the tip of my cock.  Licking it up and down, sucking it.  My hands were up on the dash board and I hadn't even taken off my seat belt.  This was rape! 

                I could smell her perfume rise up and fill my lungs.  My penis went deep inside her mouth and I could feel her lips all the way at the base and her throat tighten around the tip.  Who the hell was this woman?  Was she a prostitute?  Did she think that I waved her down for her to give me a blow job?  I was in love with Laura.  I was going to ask her to marry me.  We had dinner reservations.  The woman doubled her efforts with her hand and picked up the rhythm.  I couldn't just let her take advantage of me like this.  I had to do something.  What was I to do?  My mind went blank and I couldn't think of anything to say.  I felt the air blow gently in through the window and the sperm swell up within me.  Was this a prank?  Did one of my friends put this woman up to it?  Was it Laura who hired this woman to see if I really cared for her or not?

                I came deep inside the woman's mouth.  Pulse after pulse of sperm emptied itself into her mouth and the sweat ran down my forehead.  She let the sperm ooze out of her mouth and onto the pants I had just had dry cleaned.  She flicked on the car light to fix her make-up.  Her lipstick was all smudged and, looking down, I saw that she had left most of it on my now flaccid sex and on my white boxer shorts. 

                "Where did you say that you wanted me to drop you off?"

                I said nothing and got out of the car.  She waited a while before starting the car and driving off.  There was no way I could show up late with sperm on my pants, my shirt and coat all wrinkled and lipstick all around my fly.  So I turned around and walked home.!