Miranda settled into her seat, taking a few minutes to just rest. She had kicked off her shoes and moved the seat back to stretch out her long legs. She had played with the radio a bit, scrolling part way through about three songs until realizing that nothing was going to fit the bill for an appropriate soundtrack and turned it off. Ken smiled at her. The silence was strangely, but comfortably, fine. She knew of Ken from the collective social circle and had been in the same room with him on several occasions, but they hadn't really spoken other than joint conversations with other people, and they certainly had never been alone together.
She had been giving him turn by turn directions. Her parents' place on the shore was further South, not far as the crow flies, but a little over twenty minutes by car on the back roads. "Take a right up here," she directed. Ken made the turn onto a relatively straight section of road, and she unbuckled her seat belt, sliding towards him.
It didn't take much to register her intent when he felt a delicate hand dropped confidently onto his crotch. Miranda reached down to cup what she could and stroked upwards. Ken groaned, his dick had finally managed to calm down and here she was back at it again. Two more strokes and he was already hard as a rock. She reached to add a second hand, struggling a bit given his position, but managed to unbutton his pants and was working his zipper down.
Ken closed his eyes for a second as her palm returned to stroke at him now through the thinner material of his boxers. The car hit a bump in the road and his eyes slammed back open. "Fuck!" he swore. Drawing on any remaining restraint, he tried to pull his brain off the fact that her hand was now on his bare swollen dick, having shoved her way under the waistband. Desperately, he searched for somewhere to pull off to the side. Never mind cracking his boss' car, he didn't want to die.
He slowed, thanking whatever God was in heaven, that there was an appropriate pull off. Miranda didn't even wait for him to get the car in park before crawling closer and leaning over the console, moving to position her mouth over him. The car crawled forward a few more feet before he managed to shift into park. Her enthusiasm was over the top. "Easy there, tiger," he breathed out softly. "Let me get the seat back."
"Mmm," was her only response.
Ken unbuckled his seatbelt, literally pushed her up by her forehead so that he could move it out of their way and dropped his head back against the headrest to let her have him. His left hand reached down. He had never been so thankful for mechanic seat adjustments in his life. He played with the controls, dropping the seat back and up, making things easier for her.
Miranda pushed his pants and boxers down further and his swollen cock bobbed up towards her eagerly. The available lighting was dim, but it was easy to see that the rumors appeared to be true, and a good portion of his shaft was still out of her reach. For this, she reasoned that was likely a good thing. She pressed her lips to his tip, forming an 'O' with her mouth, and pushed her tongue against him to lick his head and slit.
Ken let out a tortured groan from above her.
Miranda licked him again and then sucked about halfway down what she could reach. She slid her mouth back off of him. "You weren't kidding, dear," she commented.
Ken lost any ability to comment as she wrapped a hand around what she could reach of his base and returned her lips to him, opening her mouth wide to push her way greedily down to her fisted hand. If she kept this up, he wasn't going to last long. Judging from the pace of her efforts, that was likely her plan anyway.
Miranda was working from old school knowledge learned in college that if she sucked him off first, he last longer later. It was just fortunate that the straightest stretch of road was still far enough away from the residence that he should have enough time to recover. She moved back up to his tip, but didn't lift off of him, licking and sucking and swirling, wanting to move him to edge fast and hard. She was loving the power trip, including the fact that he apparently didn't trust himself to try and keep driving.
She pushed her way back down to her hand, running her tongue around him as she stroked him with what she hoped was just the right amount of pressure. A second later and she felt him start to pulsate against her tongue as he shifted his body against the seat. He gave her two soft taps on her upper right shoulder, she knew in warning, but it didn't matter; she shook her head and sucked harder, making her intent clear. He groaned, releasing into her with a spurt and then another. She swallowed as fast as she could, gagging once as he just kept cuming, but then he slowed. She licked him clean, and he rubbed an affectionate hand from her neck down her back. "God, I can't wait to utterly ruin you," he let out, followed by a contented sigh.
She pulled back from him, returning to her own side of the vehicle. She watched him tuck himself back together and reposition the seat. He turned to her with an adamant look in his eyes. "I mean it, Miranda. I'm going to make it so you never need another man, ever."