My sickness continued unabated until the next day, when miraculously, the fever lifted and I felt well enough for the Captain to take me to lunch.
"It's all right. We're just stuck in traffic."
"Another 21st century idea I can do without," he sniffed.
"Yes. But this vehicle is up VERY high," I said.
"Really?"
"And the windows are tinted."
"Do go on, my darlin."
I reached over to his lap and ran my hands up and down his pants. Finding the outline of his cock, I began to lick it, through the trousers. He ran his right hand over my hair, the left, still firmly grasping the wheel. His face, expressionless, yet the ecstasy he felt was apparent under the tutelage of my soft full lips.
"Hilda," he groaned, striving to keep his face a blank.
"Yes, my darling?" I took out his erection. It was magnificent.
"Shiny." he said, face still stoic, but his eyes gave him away. He wore ecstasy in his eyes, and they began to tear a bit as my soft lips rode his cock up and down. "Darling?"
"Yes?"
"I can't. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
And so I continued until he closed his eyes and cried out softly.
I continued to suck, until there was nothing left.
The chaser? A Susie Q(TM) soaked in Patron(TM).
After all, the windows WERE tinted. The law be gorramed!
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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