I was visiting Barb in Los Angeles...we'd been lovers and friends, often meeting for erotic adventures. Just after I arrived at her place a beat up old Pinto arrived with two of her girlfriends in it. She told me we were off on an adventure so we crammed into the back seat.
Her girlfriends drove us to Pasadena and parked in front of the Norton Simon Museum. Barb told me to pull my pants down she was going to give me a blow job. What the hell.
How she managed in that tight back seat I can't recall. But she did, with her girlfriends turned around watching us and cheering her on. I couldn't see Barb because she was doing her wonderful thing but I could see her girlfriends...so I just leaned back, relaxed and stared each of her girlfriends in the eyes while enjoying the moment of getting a blow job in the middle of town with an audience. With Barb's mouth work and fingers teasing my balls it didn't take too long until I blew my load in her mouth while focused on the ladies watching us. They gave us a round of applause. I left my cock out while they stared...they kept looking and made lovely comments about my cock, but sadly, that's as far as things went with them.
When I finally asked Barb what this was all about she said she wanted me to remember her forever so whenever I watched the Rose Parade in future years I'd remember her. Well, he Rose Parade is on right now and it worked.