We met in a smoky bar in North Hollywood. I was visiting the movie capital of the world, playing tourist and celebrating my 30th birthday alone. I had gone out that evening to enjoy the sites and hoping to meet someone for the evening.

She was sitting at the bar when I walked in, still in her nurse?s whites, and sipping a margarita. Her hair was a sandy brown, with bright green eyes shining under her bangs.

Her white blouse gaped slightly at the pressure of her rounded breasts. Our eyes met, we smiled, and I sat down at the bar a few seats away. We made small talk as I eyed her body. Our talk turned to relationships, and then to sex. As she was telling me what kind of man she really liked, her hand came to rest on my thigh. She began describing in precise detail just how she liked to give head and as she talked, her fingers began pressing in light circles on the denim covering my length. I tried to return the favor, but her tight skirt and pantyhose continued to thwart my attempts.

With her hand gripping my length through my jeans, she suggested in a low voice that we go for a ride in her car.

I paid the tab, took her arm and we left.

She led me towards a silver MG convertible and threw me the keys.

I opened her door and as she sank into the low car, her legs flashed open, giving me a nice view of the neatly trimmed bush between. Her hand brushed against my crotch, causing my length to stiffen even more. I climbed into the drivers seat and asked ?Where to?? She suggested we play tourist and pointed me back to the lights of Hollywood. As we headed down the road, her hand returned to my leg and moved up to my zipper. She undid the buckle, unsnapped and unzipped my jeans and reached into my briefs to free my length from its restraint. I flagged a bit in the cool night air, but her hand quickly brought me back to full glory. As we turned right on Hollywood Boulevard, she shifted in her seat and dropped her head into my lap.

I driving down the neon lit street, in an open car, as her lips parted to slowly take in the head of my length.

She went down on it just enough to have her lips pass over the crown and paused there, swishing her tongue against the underside and tip of my rod.

My hips bucked as she flicked her tongue around the slit at the tip.

Then she opened her mouth wider and took the entire shaft down her throat.

I saw people on the sidewalks notice us. There were mixed reactions, ranging from pursed-lip head-shaking to jubilant thumbs-up. Her head moved up and down on my length as I drove slowly down Hollywood Boulevard. We passed the porn shops and moved into the theater area. Her mouth suckled on my length as we went down the street.

She?d take three or four short strokes on the shaft and then a long slow suck all the way to the base. She started building up a rhythm on my rod as I drove and I felt my balls begin to tighten. Whatever movie was playing at the Chinese Theater had just let out as we stopped near there for a light. The moviegoers were streaming across the street and all around the little MG. I tried to maintain some level of composure and meet all the stares with a smile, but the artistry of her sucking and tongue work she was performing on my shaft was too much.

It felt as if my knees were being sucked out of the head of my length. With a loud ?OH?GOD?PLAY, ? I came in copious streams into her mouth. The light turned green and I started to drive away as she pulled her head up from my length, threads of semen stretching from her lips to my crotch. She smiled and gave me directions to her house. Although we played hard for the rest of the weekend, nothing matched the intensity of my orgasm on the street of the stars.