the bottom of the barrel. Proceed with caution.

I've only been offered a car date once, way early in my hobbying career. A girl that I would never see again. Because when I finally did get to see her in a hotel she wasn't all there mentally, if you know what I mean. (Actually, it turned out to be a pretty good session. I had to do most of the work, but she felt good in the swing of things.)

If that's the kind of provider who offers them, and I fear it is, I wouldn't do it.

'Drive With Me in Italy' ©

We depart the Ferrari factory in Italy,
driving my all time favorite exotic...
a 360 Modena Spyder.

As we journey along
the winding roads,
I love the feel of the wind  
caressing my face
and the warmth of the sun  
on my supple breasts.

Yes...
while driving a Spyder,  
I too, must have my top down.

You reach over,  
fondle my bare breasts  
and tweak my erect nipples.  

Mmmm,  
that's all it takes...
I want you, now!

I lift onto my knees  
and lean toward  
the bulge in your pants.  

Teasingly,  
I outline your hard cock
with my mouth  
before allowing your stiff dick
to come out to play.

I stop,  
look up at you,  
and then slowly  
unzip your pants.

Ohhh, how I adore  
your gorgeous cock!

As my tongue circles the head,  
you reach down and grab my hair
forcing your cock
even deeper into my mouth.

You, bastard!  

As you drive,  
you purposely hit  
every bump in the road,  
making me deep throat  
your big cock.

You're sooo naughty,  
but...
I love it.

You reach over  
and lift my skirt.  
No panties, of course.  

You feel my wetness,  
as I feel the car turn  
and come to a stop.

I sit up and see  
we're now parked  
amongst a row of trees,  
on a deserted road.

You say,  
"Come with me"  
and so, I follow.

I'm now bending over  
the Ferrari hood,
my legs spread open  
as you begin to drive, again.

So wet,  
so ready,
so wanting you  
inside me.

Again, you grab my hair  
as you drive me
hard,  
deep,  
and fast.

My pussy pulsates  
with rhythmic contractions,
clenching your throbbing cock  
as I climax...
again and again.

You pull out  
and lead me back  
to the driver's door,
as pussy juice  
streams down  
my inner thighs.  

Pushing my skirt to the ground  
you command,  
"Bend over the door"  
and I obey.

I place my hands  
on the seat below,
as you grab my ass cheeks  
and wrap them around  
your hard cock.

You begin pumping me
until I hear you moan
and feel your body  
shudder in ecstasy,
as you shoot a huge load  
of warm cream  
all over my ass.

"Don't move!" you say,
and so I stay
as I feel your hand
gently wiping  
my ass cheeks,
and I know...
what's coming next.

I close my eyes
as your cum soaked fingers
caress my mouth.

My lips part,
and my tongue
laps up your  
creamy delicacy.  

Carnal hunger  
never goes unsatisfied,  
when you...
drive with me in Italy.

by Robbin Young ©

Sometimes, if I'm picking a gal up from the airport and driving an hour to my place, she might decide to start the fun early by unzipping me and giving me a little HJ action.  One time a gal brought along  big creamy cake and decided to spread some on my lap and give me a BJ while I drove.  I loved it, and it was worth the dry cleaning bill.

(I can only imagine what the dry cleaner thought about it.)

Consider the prices we pay for service, and then consider a provider who can't afford to provide either an incall location or transportation to your outcall location. IMO, that's a provider with an expensive drug addiction.

Doing it now just reminds me of when I was a teenager and I had no other choice. Got caught a few times too. All I remember is that it was cramped and I was looking over my shoulders the whole time... I definitely prefer a bedroom.