The Carport

“Let’s not go inside just yet,” Sharon said, placing her hand on Dave’s lap.

Sharon leaned over and kissed Dave. It was a lingering kiss with her breast pressing against his arm. Dave felt an erection growing. Sharon’s hand slipping between his legs and gently squeezing his crotch helped too. After the kiss, Sharon sat back in her seat and smiled her best sexy smile.

They had just returned home from a rare dinner date. All of Dave’s friends who already had children had teased him that once Hannah arrived, there would be no more going out until she was old enough to go out on dates herself and by then, Dave would be too old and tired to go out. Dave knew they were kidding, even if there was a kernel of truth to what they said. Besides the exhaustion of caring for their precious infant daughter, Dave and Sharon hadn’t wanted to spend a minute away from her.

When Sharon’s mother, Delores, came to visit, she insisted that Dave and Sharon go out and leave her to babysit.

“Don’t worry,” Delores said. “I have some experience in this area. You two need a break, even if you don’t realize you need one.”

Dave and Sharon finally relented and made a reservation at their favorite Italian restaurant. During dinner, Dave found himself staring at Sharon and remembering how much she turned him on. She had dressed up in a tight blue dress and fishnet stocking.

“I’m tempted to take you to a hotel room after dinner,” Dave said.

“I’m tempted to let you,” Sharon said.

But they didn’t go to a hotel. They wanted to get home to their daughter and besides they didn’t have the money to waste on a hotel room. After dinner, they drove straight home. Dave figured the night was over, but then Sharon had put her hand in his lap.

“You want to do something here?” Dave asked. “In the car?”

“I don’t really feel like climbing into the back seat,” Sharon said. She reached over and unbuckled Dave’s belt. “I just want to play around. Maybe this could be all about you.”

Dave was no longer starting to get hard. He was hard. Really hard. He slouched down in the driver’s seat so Sharon would have easier access to his pants. The car was parked in the carport, which sat on the edge of their small back yard. Dave looked at the house to see if any of the lights were on. The house was dark.

“What about Delores?” Dave asked.

“She never stays up past nine,” Sharon said. “And Hannah has been sleeping through the night lately. They’re both asleep.”

Sharon pulled down the zipper to Dave’s pants and yanked them open. She traced the outline of his straining penis with her forefinger on the outside of his underwear. Dave closed his eyes and sucked in air between his teeth.

“As long as you’re sure,” Dave said.

“Stop worrying,” Sharon said.

Sharon worked her hand under the elastic band of Dave’s underwear. When her hand found his penis, she gripped the shaft and leaned over and kissed Dave’s neck.

Dave wanted to give in to the pleasure of Sharon’s expert hands and mouth and whatever else she decided to use to blow his mind, but the back yard was so small, which made the house so close. The house where his mother-in-law was inside right now, sleeping and hopefully not peeking out the window and wondering why he and Sharon hadn’t gotten out of the car already.

“We couldn’t make love in the house tonight, could we?” Dave said, “Not with your mom in the next room.”

“No,” Sharon said, “That would be gross.”

Sharon pulled down Dave’s underwear. His penis, freed from its tight cotton confinement, stood straight up in the open air. Sharon ran her fingernails gently up and down the side. Dave’s toes curled.

“But isn’t the carport like part of the house?” Dave said.

Sharon’s open mouth was an inch away from the tip of Dave’s penis when she stopped.

“No, the carport is not part of the house,” she said, “The carport is outside of the house.”

“Isn’t that just a technicality?” Dave said. “The carport is still part of the property. When we say this is our home, we mean the house, the yard, and the carport. I can show you on the property map.”

“Yes, it’s all our property,” Sharon said, “but Mom is inside the house sleeping and we are outside in our car, where nobody can see us. Now, do you want a blowjob or not?”

“I love your blowjobs,” Dave said, “but I can’t stop thinking about how your mother is like right there.”

Dave pointed at the house.

“You’re starting to make me think about my mother,” Sharon said, “and I find that very disturbing. Would you rather we didn’t do this?”

Dave looked down at his erect penis. Then he looked at Sharon. She was so beautiful and the dress really showed off her breasts. Dave put his hand on Sharon’s thigh and sighed.

“What to do, what to do,” he said.

“I think it’s time for you to let the little head do the thinking for the big head,” Sharon said, “because right now, the big head is thinking about all this way too much.”

“Convince me,” Dave said.

Dave got to see Sharon’s sexy smile again before she bent over and wrapped her lips around his penis. He leaned back and closed his eyes. Her mouth kept going down until her nose rubbed against his pubic hair.

Through half-opened eyes, Dave looked down at Sharon’s bobbing head. He wondered how he got to be with a woman who loved to give head? He wondered if he didn’t see a light come on in the house? Was someone looking out of the guest room window?

Forget about it, Dave thought. He closed his eyes and decided that Sharon was right. Sometimes you had to let the little head do the thinking for the big head.