New Leila

I'm an ordinary guy, nothing special about me at all.
Well, maybe my choice in women could set me apart from
most.

It all started one rainy afternoon in Northern
California as I was driving home after a party I'd
attended alone the day before.

I'd stayed over at friends and after a nice leisurely
breakfast I headed home so that I would be back before
dark. I had to be at work the next day and wanted
plenty of rest.

I was driving along Highway 1 when I first saw her. And
boy, was she was a vision. It had been raining all
morning and the woman who stood there beside the road
was drenched. Her thin silk dress was plastered to her
shapely body and her raven hair was matted to her skull
as if she'd been swimming.

I quickly determined that I would pick her up. It was
no great decision; I mean she was a knockout. I could
tell that she had a great body because her wet dress
left little to the imagination, and the 4-inch high-
heels she stood in made her look like a goddess.

As I pulled up to her and leaned over to push the door
open she smiled at me. I was struck dumb! Her beauty
was breathtaking and I couldn't speak. When she was in
the car and the door closed I was still sitting
staring.

"Hi, hunk, my name is Leila," she said. And nothing has
ever been the same for me since.

We drove down the highway without speaking for a few
moments. Then to my amazement this beautiful creature
scooted over next to me and began to fiddle with the
fly of my pants.

At first I tried to pull her hand away but she was
insistent and without further struggles she popped my
pants open and pushed her delicate hand deep into my
open fly. I was in a some kind of zone. I knew what was
happening but not how to react to it. Nothing like this
had ever happened to me before.

Leila leaned forward and placed her ruby red lips on
the head of my dick and began to suck me off. I could
feel her hot wet tongue lapping up and down my shaft.
Soon it felt like I was fucking a woman. Her lips were
tightly gripping my dick and her head was bobbing up
and down in my lap. I was on fire.