Sometimes memories from years ago can spring back up and shock you when you least expect it. That’s what happened today when a caller asked for me to tell him about a hand job.
The hand job in question was back when I still had some sort of innocence. Barely legal, well, in some states, I went on vacation with my then boyfriends parents. Just getting to go was shocking. My family isn’t the most conventional type. The trip was only 3 days, but I planned on making it the best three days ever. To this date, it might just be.
A hand job that was unforgettable.
I wasn’t new to masturbation. Sometimes I thought I was addicted to touching myself, but today, it was all about him. During the trip the two of us sat in the very back of his parents mini van. The seats high enough to block view, I knew what I was going to do before he was even hard. A tickle in my palm made me want to stroke him. Thankfully, there was a fluffy white blanket over us.
My boyfriend at the time grabbed my hand and placed in on the front of his shorts. They were thin enough to feel everything, plus he wasn’t wearing underwear. The shorts were the kind with a built in mesh covering. Back then everyone wore quicksilver boardshorts. It was a fashion statement in the surfer community. Pulling the string on the material, I reached in and pulled out his cock. God, was he shocked. His cock being stroked in the backseat of his parents car while they drove almost sent him over the edge right away. I knew how to manipulate his dick to slow him down.
He almost popped 30 seconds into stroking.
As the parents chatted and sung stupid songs, my hand pumped away on his cock. Each time my fingers slickened with precum I made sure to lean down and lick it off each one. Thankfully, they never noticed when I disappeared beneath the seat. Masturbation is normal, but not in the car. The funniest part of this whole thing was my boyfriend trying not to change his expression or moan. A few times he caught himself, but stopped the moment they looked back.
Ten minutes in, he came. Not just came, but exploded all over my hand, the blanket, and his shorts. No worries, I leaned down and licked up all the cum and swallowed the evidence. Well, except for the blanket. That we would need to figure out later. If you want to hear more about this hand job, call or chat me on niteflirt.
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