"Hi, hunk, my name is Leila," she said. And nothing has ever been the same for me since.We drove down the highway without speaking for a few moments. Then to my amazement this beautiful creature scooted over next to me and began to fiddle with the fly of my pants.At first I tried to pull her hand away but she was insistent and without further struggle from me she finally popped my pants open and pushed her delicate hand deep into my open fly. I was in a some kind of zone. I knew what was happening but not how to react to it. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before.Leila leaned forward and placed her ruby red lips on the head of my dick and began to suck me off. I could feel her hot wet tongue lapping up and down my shaft. Soon it felt like I was fucking a woman's cunt. Her lips were tightly gripping my dick and her head was bobbing up and down in my lap. I was on fire.Just before I came I looked over and saw that she was stroking her own rigid dick. It was shaved, but it was. I adored them! I loved the sight of them, the feel of them, the taste of her nipples, everything about them. They had become my personal fetish, the memory of them remaining with me from one lonely week to the next. As I turned toward her, her arm cradled my head and brought my face to her breast. I opened my lips and used my tongue to locate her nipple. With her nipple now between my lips, I drew hard on her. She gasped and held me tightly against her. “Oh baby how I’ve missed you. In my mind I can feel your lips on me and your tongue teasing me the way you do. Baby Friday can’t come soon enough for me anymore.” I loved hearing her say that. It was the same for me. All week long the memory of her soft breasts haunted me. I could taste her fleshy nipples and feel her arms clutching me against her. The sounds of pleasure and desire that she would make echoed again and again in my head. My rigid cock pressed against the thin fabric of my pajamas. I suckled her hard, then released.