There are two things Annie really enjoys. First, she enjoys putting me in situations where I feel exposed, embarrassed, or just plain uncomfortable. Second, she absolutely loves giving oral sex. I mean really loves it. She’s enthusiastic about it, she’s creative about it, and after all these years she’s still ridiculously good at it.
Last weekend, she decided to combine those two hobbies.
We took one of our favorite kinds of drives, the kind where we point the car in a general direction, turn off the GPS, and just see where the road takes us. We ended up winding through farm country, little towns, and roads neither of us had ever traveled before. Before we even left the house, though, Annie had me wear an anal plug for the drive. That was my first clue that this wasn’t going to be a simple sightseeing trip.
Sure enough, the first stop was a small country store. Annie wanted ice cream and sent me inside to get it. Walking through a crowded little shop while trying to act perfectly normal was difficult enough. The whole time I was painfully aware of what she had me wearing and convinced everyone could somehow tell. When I got back to the car, she was trying not to laugh at how awkward I looked.
The next stop was a lavender farm. Same story. Annie happily wandered around looking at flowers and gift shop displays while I followed along trying to maintain my dignity. Every time I shifted my weight or adjusted my stride, she would smirk and ask if I was comfortable. She already knew the answer.
By that point I realized the entire day was becoming one long exercise in keeping me off balance.
Eventually we found a scenic overlook along a quiet highway. It was one of those pullouts where you can stop and look out over the valley below. Annie had me park with the passenger side next to a retaining wall, facing the overlook view.
After sitting there for a few minutes enjoying the view, she rolled down her window and told me to come around to her side of the car. Then she told me to step up onto the retaining wall. The setup was clever. My backside was facing the overlook and as I stepped up on the small wall, I was at the perfect height – my crotch at her window. I was standing outside the vehicle, elevated, exposed, and completely aware that cars could pull in at any moment.
That’s when Annie reached out through the open window, unzipped my shorts, and pulled me out. My shorts and underwear fell down and I immediately started looking around, worried someone would show up. Annie, meanwhile, was completely relaxed. She had me exactly where she wanted me. Every time I glanced around nervously, she would smirk because she knew exactly what was going through my head.
The entire situation was classic Annie. She loves putting me in situations where I feel exposed and embarrassed. The possibility of being discovered is often enough to make me blush bright red. Meanwhile she’s calm, confident, and having the time of her life. The more nervous I became, the more amused she seemed.
What I remember most is the contrast between us. I was worried about every passing car and every distant person. Annie was focused entirely on enjoying herself and reminding me who was in charge. By the time we finally pulled away from that overlook, she was smiling, I was thoroughly flustered, and I had once again been reminded that a simple Sunday drive with Annie rarely stays simple for very long.
Hard to feel sorry for you on this one, but i do get it.
Despite your rational self knowing that you are fine, you are clear and likely even if spotted no one would say anything – but at the same time the paranoia sinks in, the worry, the panic.
Sounds like it was worth the draw backs on this occassion though! 🙂