Kinky Penny: Road Head

He pulled away from me and tossed a half dozen bags into our cart.

“What else do we need here?” he wanted to know.

“Let’s go check out the hand tools. I could really use a good tool.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Something hard. Stiff. It should feel good in my hands.”

He grasped the cart handle and pushed toward the double doors. Hand tools were on the other side of the store. I stayed closed to Ben, rubbing up against him every chance I could.

“Hand tools for the lovely lady!” Ben announced as we arrived. “Can I interest you in a shovel? A sharp shooter? Perhaps a mattock?”

“Hmmm, I was thinking more of a hard cock. Are there any of those back here?”

“I’ve been known to get wood in a Home Depot but that’s just because it’s such a guy’s kind of place. So no hard cock yet.”

“What would give you a hard cock?”

Ben looked at me lustfully, wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close, his lips against my ear. “For you to kneel down right here in the store, pull my cock out and suck me off. To not let up. To shove it in until I’m hitting the back of your throat. To gag on me. To pull me out when I’m ready to shoot and let me spray all over your beautiful face.”

“Perv.”

He let go of me and smiled. “You asked.”

“Would my tits be out?”

“Possibly. You do have great tits.”

“For all the world to see?”

“For the Home Depot employees to see for sure. That security camera footage would go down in infamy!”

“Really? Go down?”

“Pun intended.”

“Pun not accepted. Oral sex puns are simply too easy.”

“You were the one who wanted a hand tool.”

“Yeah, that was pretty crass too. Maybe we should just check out and see if we can elevate our game at the grocery store.”

“Challenge accepted. Moving on.”

We went through self check, went out to the car and loaded our purchases. Settled in the Altima, Ben offered, “We should have brought the truck.”

“Why is that?”

“It would have been easier to load everything… plus, it’s got a bench seat.”

“Bench seat?”

“Yeah. No console between us. Easier for you to give me road head.”

“Road head?”

“Yeah. You know. A blow job while going down the road.”

I blushed and punched him in the shoulder. “A moving blow job. Is this a fantasy of yours?”

“A fantasy of every red-blooded male in the good ol’ U S of A.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“How do you know this?”

“Honey, how do you not know this?”

“I’m obviously not male.”

“Obviously. So, here’s the deal. Every male grows up in this country wanting a car. Car equals freedom. Car equals everything good in this world. Independence. The next thing that comes to mind is–”

“Sex.”

“Yup.”

“Ergo sex in the car.”

“Yup. You just used ergo. Isn’t that a lawyer term? You can’t say ergo. You’re an accountant.”

“I took some law classes. Back to your road head.”

“Ah, back to road head.”

“You really want me to blow you while driving down the road?”

“It wouldn’t suck. Well, technically, yes, you would be sucking but–”

“Enough of this. We’re going to the grocery store.”

“OK. Fine with me. But we should have brought the truck.”

I punched him again.

“What do you think about going to Ingles instead of Kroger’s?”

“Why?”

“There’s some specials in there this weekend I’d like for us to check out,” I only partially lied. An idea was forming and I needed a location that we didn’t frequent often.

“Fine with me. Let the game continue,” Ben agreed.

We made our way over to the other side of town and pulled into the parking lot. Hand-in-hand we made our way in.

“I gotta pee. I’ll meet you over in produce,” I let Ben know.

“Sure thing. See you in a bit,” he said, pointing our cart towards the fruits and vegetables.

I turned right, found the ladies’ room and entered the first open stall. I didn’t have to pee. What I did need to do was push some more of Ben’s buttons…

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