Jennifer's first taste of cum

This is another in a long of line of true stories about my crossdressing experiences. This encounter happened back in the 90s.
It was Saturday night and I was on the road to the Queen Mary in Studio City. For those of you who were into the scene back then, you know what a happening place the Mary was. I was completely made up and was dressed in my favorite black, form-fitting dress. Underneath I had black panties and pantyhose. I had on a great pair of 4 inch black hi heels. It was a long drive, and just about 25 miles from my exit off the freeway, one of my tires had a blowout.
So here I was on the Ventura freeway pulling over to the side of the road. I got everything out to change the tire and had just begun loosening the lug nuts when a white van pulled up behind me. Two Hispanic guys got out of the van and approached me. I thought “fuck” I’m going to get raped and/or killed. I was kneeling on the ground with my dress hiked up my thigh when one of the men asked if I needed any help. In my best girly voice, I told him no, that I was almost done. I had worn a long brown wig that night and it was really blowing in the wind. He said you sure? We would be happy to help you. I said thank you, but I got it handled. With that, they got back in their van and drove off. Whew!
Having dodged that bullet, I finished up and drove the remaining 30 minutes to the club. Entering the club, I got a drink as fast as I could and related my experience to a couple of regular gurls I knew. I had a great time drinking and dancing with the other gurls and a couple of guys. Towards the end of the night, the gurl that organized the parties at the Mary asked if I wanted to get a room with her and this guy named Roy. She said he really wants to be with you. I said sure. At this point in my life I had only been with a man a couple of times and never had anyone cum in my mouth. Well, that was going to change on this night.
We all left the club and hooked up at a nearby hotel.