Somehow I lost her. As usual she was surrounded by admirers even though she had theoretically bought me as the guest speaker, and between the crowd around her and the one or two people who had questions for me, we were momentarily separated. Alone in a strange house surrounded by people I did not know I became confused and disoriented, assumed even though I barely know her that she was playing a game, was hiding in a closet or lying on a bed waiting for me.

Feverishly I searched the house and finally found her right where I'd somehow missed her the first time, surrounded by men in the front hall.

"There you are!" she said brightly, "Where'd you go?"

"I got lost," was all I could think to say, and she looked at me as though I were at least slightly insane, which I am. "Come on," I continued, grabbing her elbow, embarrassed by my stupidity, wanting to get the night over with, to return to the certainty of wife and kids, to reclassify her as a temporary houseguest, and not a potential lover, "let's go home."

"Yes sir!" she answered not quite mockingly as I guided her out the door to her car.

But once inside she did not start the car, and as it was her car, my momentary sense of control was lost.

We are sitting. Silent. I cannot help but look at her. Even in the dark car, the street light barely showing through the leaves of the giant elm she has parked under, she is beautiful, and for all her self control and bravado and blatant sexuality, at this moment, oddly submissive.

She turns to look at me, leans in, kisses me. The kiss is gentle, perfect, all too brief, but hinting at years to follow. I stroke her hair. She strokes mine. "May I blow you?" she asks softly.

The question is so abrupt I cannot answer, only nod, dumbly, as she smiles and leans in to my lap, unzipping my pants, freeing my cock, staring at it, examining it, before taking it in her mouth, her head already bobbing, her mouth sucking, my previous thoughts of stupidity, my desire to end the evening, suddenly fled.

Guttural noises are escaping my mouth, the lunacy of a blowjob in a car parked curbside in a quiet suburban neighborhood, the pleasure of her mouth, the sight of her bobbing face confusing and overwhelming me, as my hips start bucking and my hand goes to the back of her head and the seed rises from my balls and I explode into her mouth and she swallows and swallows and swallows as I come.

For a moment more she just stays there, recovering, savoring, maybe both, and then agonizingly slides her mouth from my still erect cock and stares up at my glazed and panting face.

"Did I do that right?" she asks in a giggling whisper.