He was coming to see me from a nearby town that was, oh, I’d say about 30 – 45 minutes away. I had been seeing this man for a little over three years now, so we had established quite a rapport; one much beyond the typical client/provider or Dominant/submissive or slave/Master thing. He was texting me while he was driving. He was telling me that he was driving to me naked and that he was going to come to my door that way and take me on the hood of his little red corvette.
The doorbell rang. I was thrilled to see him standing there, completely nude, just as he said he would be. His cock was rock hard. He reached out his hand. I placed mine in his. He guided me out into the dark night. His hot corvette was parked in my driveway. He reached into the back seat and pulled out a single red rose and a warm, soft blanket. He handed me the rose and laid the blanket down on the hood of his car. Then, after making direct eye contact with me and nonverbally checking in with me to see if it was alright, he laid me back on the hood of his car. The soft blanket added to the deliciousness of the moment. Right there, under the stars with the warm summer wind caressing both of our bodies, he worshipped my body until I cried out in ecstasy. I was still holding the rose. After I came, I looked up at him. Fuck me, I said. And so he did. He took me. Right there on the hood of his car. Under the stars. In my driveway.