PUBLIC CAR HANDJOB

Title: Public Car Handjob: An Asian Sex Adventure

In the bustling city streets of Tokyo, a businessman named Hiroshi was having a particularly frustrating day at the office. Meetings ran late, deadlines loomed, and his boss was breathing down his neck. Exhausted and stressed, Hiroshi decided to cut out early and clear his head with a long drive through the twists and turns of Mount Fuji’s scenic roads.

As the city lights faded behind him, Hiroshi leaned back in his leather seat, his company Lexus purring like a kitten as he wound through the curves. Nervous tension began to uncoil from his shoulders, but an unfamiliar ache had started to build elsewhere, a tension between his legs.

Lost in thought, Hiroshi didn’t immediately notice the young woman in a short, tight miniskirt and heeled boots hiking along the quiet country road. She stood out like a pink gumdrop against the lush forest backdrop as Hiroshi approached. Slowing to a crawl, he pulled up alongside her and rolled down his window.

“Hello miss,” Hiroshi called out. “Would you like a ride? There aren’t many taxis out this way.”

The woman perked up, a bright smile bending her lips as she tottered over to the car. Hiroshi couldn’t help but stare at the tantalizing peaks of her breasts straining against the thin fabric of her top, nipples pert in the cool of the mountain breeze.

“I’d love a ride,” she purred, hopping into the passenger seat. Hiroshi’s eyes darted to her hem as she settled in, flashing tantalizing glimpses of her lacy mauve panties. He swallowed hard, his errant cock already stiffening in his tailored trousers.

“I’m Yumi,” the woman said, leaning across the center console to extend a slender, manicured hand. Hiroshi took it, electrified by her smooth skin and honeyed touch. “I’m on my way to a private get together up the road. It’s a special kind of party…”

She trailed a fingertip down Hiroshi’s chest, electricity sizzling in its wake. “What about you? Where are you headed on this lovely evening, Mr…?”

“Ah, Hiroshi.” He cleared his throat, trying to maintain an aura of calm professionalism despite the scorching heat pulsing between his thighs. “I was just thinking to make a loop of the mountain and head back to the city.”

“Is that so?” Yumi uncrossed and recrossed her legs, and Hiroshi had to stop himself from staring at the wet spot darkening her panties. “I don’t think that’s what you really want though. Not with a thick bulge like that in your pants…”

Gasping, Hiroshi reached down to adjust his swelling manhood, sending a jolt of bliss firing up his spine. Yumi unbuckled her seatbelt and slipped off her heels, then planted her hands on his thigh, inching ever closer to his straining zipper.

“You’re very celestial tonight,” Yumi murmured, grandmother playing with Hiroshi’s fly. “I think you need some relief, senpai. May I?”

Before Hiroshi could object, Yumi had his fly unzipped, his throbbing erection popping free. She traced a delicate finger along the thick vein throbbing on his underside, then purred with approval at what she found.

“Impressive,” Yumi breathed, lacing her fingers around his girth. “I could never fit one this big inside.”

Sighing, she began to stroke him, her delicate pink manicure scraping lightly over his sensitive skin. Hiroshi gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles as she worked, gasping as Yumi tweaked the swollen head, smearing pearls of translucent pre-cum over his dome.

As Yumi worked Hiroshi over with more intensity, stroking him faster and faster, her breasts bounced under her tight pink top with mesmerizing rhythm. Hiroshi could not stop staring, wanting to squeeze and suckle them.

Maneuvering the car to the shoulder, he flicked on his hazards to alert oncoming traffic as Yumi went to town. Her strokes began to blur, her hand a pink wine as it jacked him off so fast the car windows began to fog.

Hiroshi bucked into Yumi’s fist, balls tightening, climax building, when she suddenly released him.

“Just kidding!” Yumi cooed, tapping her bottom lip thoughtfully. “I think you need a mouth on it to really finish you off…”

Horrified at the thought, but too horny to deny it, Hiroshi watched Yumi’s plump lips close around his head, her tongue lashing out to swirl lewd patterns around the crown.

“AH! Not in the car, Yumi!” Hiroshi cried out, grabbing her head and pressing her down on his shaft. “Not while I’m driving!”

Yumi only laughed around him as he thrust deeper, moving his hand from her hair and back to the steering wheel. The car swerved into the other lane, and Hiroshi yanked the wheel, nearly hydroplaning as Yumi slurped happily.

“There… just let me get this lane…” Hiroshi gasped, his substantial organ throbbing against Yumi’s tongue. “Mmmm… yessss…”

Blasting Japanese pop from the speakers, Hiroshi kept one hand on the wheel and the other gently caressing Yumi’s head as she deep-throated him. Her saliva coated his shaft, making her hand a blur as she stroked.

Just then, oncoming headlights appeared on a tight turn, blazing through the foggy windows. The car was headed straight for them!

“Watch out!” Yumi cried, pulling off his cock.

Hiroshi swerved hard, tires squealing as he regained control of the car. The oncoming vehicle’s horn blared in a protesting screech, then they were past each other, and Hiroshi could breathe again.

“Oh my God!” Yumi gasped, a hand over her chest. “Thanks for the warning there. I’ll give you that handjob anyway when we’re somewhere a little less deadly…”

Crossing her arms, she gave Hiroshi a coy look. “Although I suppose dangerous is a turn-on, just wouldn’t want either of us to get hurt…”

As Hiroshi’s heart rate slowed, he couldn’t deny the knot of tension in his groin. He downshifted the auto, the engine’s roar blissful friction between his legs.

“I have an idea,” he said with a grin. “Just hope you brought your appetite.”

Yumi’s eyes glittered with excitement. “Oh? What did you have in mind, Akuma-san?”

Suddenly remembering he was a married man, Hiroshi chided himself. Nevertheless, his member was desperate for release and Yumi’s tight little hand. He and Yumi giggled excitedly at the prospect of fooling around like naughty schoolkids.