May Writing Prompt
Warning!! Content not appropriate for children!!
“Why don’t we get out of here?” Paige suggests after the friends we came with have scattered around the club. Some of them are dancing, while others are at the bar doing shots, and others have disappeared altogether. Probably into the nearest bathroom.
“I don’t think I should be driving babe,” I say into her ear. She’s sitting on my lap in one of the skimpiest dresses I’ve ever seen, and my cock is screaming in protest.
“Then how about we find a bathroom here so we can have some fun?” I groan as she grinds her ass against me.
“I don’t think so. Come on, I think I’m ok to drive after all.” I convince myself.
Paige is almost falling down as we walk across the parking lot, and I help her into my car. It’s our third date, but we’ve been texting and talking on the phone a lot, so we’ve gotten to know each other for a few weeks. She’s great and I think we might have a shot at this turning serious. But I can’t think about that right now. I need to focus my attention on getting the car out of the parking lot and back to my place.
Once we’re on the road Paige unbuckles and turns so she can nuzzle into my neck and run her hand under my shirt.
“I can’t concentrate on driving when you do that,” I tell her, but I don’t want her to stop.
“I can’t help it, Lijah. You’re so sexy. I want you so bad,” she admits as her hand travels lower and she cups my cock through my jeans.
“We’re not going to make it back to my place in one piece if you keep doing that Paige.” I don’t take my eyes off the road, but I can feel her fingers trying to undo my belt as I stop at a red light.
“So, pull over. I need to touch you. Now,” she insists.
I spot a parking lot that’s mostly deserted and not very well lit and turn in. As soon as I turn the engine off and slide my seat back to make more room, Paige has my belt unbuckled and I help her undo the button and zipper on my jeans. She immediately starts pulling on my jeans and boxers to get them down, so I lift my ass to make it easier. My cock springs free and she wastes no time wrapping her hand around the shaft before her lips crash against mine. She works my cock as our lips part and my hand finds its way under her dress.
“Shit. No panties?” My eyes go wide.
Paige just shakes her head and smiles. She’s already soaking wet as I slide a finger into her pussy, pull it out, and lick her juices off. Before I know it, she’s on her knees with her lips around my cock. My hands thread into her hair, but I let her take control. She knows what she’s doing, and after as much as I’ve had to drink, I don’t know how long I can last.
“Easy Paige, I don’t want to come yet,” I say.
“I want you to,” she insists before going back to sucking my cock.
She keeps going until I come and the liquid shoots down her throat and my entire body is buzzing as she sucks me dry. There are some napkins in my glovebox, so we use a few before getting back onto the road.
“I hope you’re ready for round two when we get to your place,” Paige says as she reaches out to hold my hand.
“Trust me, I will be,” I promise her with a smile.
But just minutes from my place I see red and blue lights flashing behind me, so I pull over, cursing myself for thinking I could drive.
Paige immediately sits up and tries to adjust her dress, so it doesn’t look like she’s about to fall out of it but fails.
The office approaches my side with a flashlight, and I roll down my window. “License and registration,” he says as he leans down to look inside at the two of us.
“Sure,” I manage to say as I reach to pull my wallet out but drop it under my feet. “Shit!”
Paige finds my registration in the glove box and hands it to me as the officer instructs me to step out of my car so I can find my wallet. After I unbuckle and open my door, I realize I’m swaying as I stand up and turn around to bend over and grab my wallet. I finally manage to pull it out of my wallet and hand it to the officer and he tells me I can get back in my car while he runs my license.
“You going to need to call my brother if he takes me in,” I tell Paige as we sit and wait.
“It’s not like I can drive us anywhere. I’m more drunk than you Lijah,” she snaps.
“What the hell Paige? Are you seriously mad at me? You’re the one that wanted to leave the club after we’d been drinking,” I remind her.
“Yes, I wanted to leave, but we could’ve called an Uber or something!” Paige huffs and crosses her arms over her chest.
So much for getting laid tonight. “You didn’t suggest it either, you know.”
The officer returns and asks me if I’ve been drinking. I answer honestly because I’m sure he can tell I’m drunk. He pulls out a breathalyzer and has me blow.
“Sir, you’re over the legal limit to be driving,” the officer tells me. “Can she drive back to your place?”
“No, she’s been drinking too,” I say.
“I’m going to have to take you in I’m afraid. Ma’am, can you get a ride home?” The officer leans down to look at Paige.
“I’m not sure, I can try to make a call,” Paige responds in a shaky voice.
The officer takes us both back to the station where I try to call my brother, but I don’t get an answer. Paige gets and Uber and the officer lets her leave since she’s not under arrest. The officer tells me that my car will be impounded, and my license is suspended until I go to court. Great. Just great. I don’t argue with him because I know it won’t do any good. I don’t have the money to pay for bail, so I’m stuck at least for the night.
I get a terrible night’s sleep in the small cell, but at least I have the place to myself. The next day a different office escorts a woman into the back where I’m at. It’s Paige. She came back with bail money to get me out.
“Hey, you came back?” I ask as I stand up and walk toward her, but the bars are between us.
“Yeah, I just didn’t know where I was going to get the money from. I borrowed it from a friend,” she explains.
“You’re a lifesaver, seriously.” I can’t help but smile.
Once I’m released, we head back to my place so I can take a shower and get something to eat. We spend the rest of the day together nursing hangovers while watching movies and eating pizza. I’m not looking forward to figuring out how I’ll get back and forth to work, pay for getting my car out, or pay for the legal fees for my screw up, but I’ll think about all of it tomorrow.