Different Sort of Blue (couple, blowjob, facial, cum, couple, public, rimming)

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An early morning airport drive. The prospect of a long time before a passionate reunion. And all you can think about is one last encounter, before the long kiss goodbye.

DIFFERENT SORT OF BLUE is a 4,000 word erotic digital short written in the second person — where YOU are the subject of these frenetic scenes of sex and romance, featuring exquisite descriptions of public sex, blowjobs, rimming, and facials. Warning: this piece is not for readers under 18.

Let yourself be seduced...

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You smile while you drive. It's a personal smile, but I see it, and I smile too. I don't know why you're smiling, but the beauty of you beaming in happiness like that is enough for me. You abruptly drive the car off the road, rolling it along the gravel, crunching sounds under the tires signifying the new path. You park the car right in front of a tree. Six inches more and you would have smashed into it.

You look at me. I look at you.

You say, in a voice slightly higher pitched than your usual, "I can't take it anymore. I'm going to miss you like fire. I just want one last... intimate moment, right now." Your words fly out like a confession.

"Right now?" I reply dumbly. Of course you mean right now, your challenging look says.

You nod enthusiastically. You're already unbuckling your seatbelt. "Let me please you orally one last time," you invite. The stilted phrasing you use, overly docile and safe, doesn't even strike me as strange.

You tilt your head towards the back seats. I nod. I unfasten my seatbelt. I stretch over and move to the back. You do the same.

We cuddle there for just a few seconds, generating a communal warmth, while you start unzipping my pants, pulling down, reaching through my boxers, and finding my cock, ready and aroused for you. I lean in for a kiss, long and passionate. You stroke me with your hand, before you edge away, to give yourself space in leaning downward to start sucking me.

It's now my turn to moan, "Mmmmmmmmmm." Your mouth purses over the tip of my cock, and you descend, airtight, sucking more. Your mouth starts making strokes up and down, taking me in your mouth, running your tongue out to lick the shaft as you descend. My hands feel against your sweater, getting under, tight, fondling your skin wherever my fingers rest.

You continue sucking, your pace intensifying, going deeper, taking more of me, and I breathe faster and faster. I groan, "You'll make me cum if you keep going this fast," an admission which turns you on more. You want me to cum. You can imagine it now: you'll suck me until you can feel my cock swell and about to erupt, then you'll pull away, kissing the tip once, jerking with both hands from the base of my cock.

"Please," you say, half a response to my warning, half a response to your own wants.