SNIPER 12

I want to go grocery shopping with the Sniper.

We would be sitting together in the front of his camper van, headed back home from the farmer's market. While our residence was located in a generally remote area, the market would have been  busy that day and traffic would be high. I would be growing restless from being stuck in traffic, but he would laugh and remind me that his entire profession dealt with waiting and being patient.

My hand would mindlessly wander to the stick shift as I daydreamed to pass the time. He'd briefly glance down sensing the movement and snicker, saying nothing. I would ask him what was wrong and he wouldn't respond, keeping his eyes focused on the non moving road with a smirk etched on his lips.

I'd come to the realization that I'd been giving the stick a massage for a good minute or two. He would burst out laughing in that rough voice of his and suggestively ask me if I had anything on my mind.

I'd send him a sly grin as I would move my hand from the stick to his stomach, slipping under the fabric of his shirt and caressing his toned abdomen. I'd ask him if there was anything on HIS mind as my fingers would tug at his belt buckle, loosening it from its tight hold on his trousers.

I'd quickly unbuckle my seat belt and tug down his pants. His erect penis would free itself from the restraints of his boxers. He'd glance in the mirrors, making sure nobody was watching, then encourage me to continue, nudging my head with his leg.

My fingers would get a grip on his foreskin and I'd tug it back, exposing the tip of his throbbing cock. I would gently rub it back and forth with my hand, kissing the head, before slowly taking the tip into my mouth. He would gasp softly, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as I crammed more of his length into my throat.

My head would bob back and forth, nose bumping into his groin as I swallowed the entirety of his cock. He would softly encourage me, despite his nervous glances around the nonmoving traffic around him. I'd feel him take a grip on the back of my neck as I would increase the pace at which I deep throated him. I'd feel his cock twitch and throb within my mouth before he orgasmed with a gasp, his cum coating the roof of my mouth. I'd make sure to swallow every last drop (he had just cleaned the van), lapping up his semen, intoxicated by the musky taste.

His fingers would lace into my hair, softly stroking it as he'd lean over and kiss me gently on the forehead. He'd comment that anyone could have seen what was going on. I would respond that neither of us would have cared too much had we known anyone was watching. He'd raise an eyebrow, skeptical at first, and eventually agree, seeing as we lived in a relatively empty area.

We'd finally get home and unpack the groceries and I'd start to cook us dinner.