0 comments/ 11038 views/ 2 favorites The Road Trip By: TBK It was too hot of a day to be traveling from Phoenix Arizona to El Paso Texas with no air conditioning; especially with a newborn child and a three-year-old. I had asked my wife earlier if she would like to stop during the day and continue on with the trip later that night when it was cooler, but she insisted we drive on. When I turned my head to look at my lovely wife, I felt a sense of pride as I saw my newborn son suckling my wife's breast. As I turned my head to look back at the road I suddenly realized how long it had been since my wife and I had made love. The image of my wife's creamy white breast was ever present in my mind. I imagined my mouth suckling my wife's breast, cupping her breast so carefully in my hand, gently massaging her nipple until it was hard and firm between my thumb and forefinger. Somewhere in the haze of my daydream, I heard a woman's voice say, "What are you thinking about?" "Oh, nothing," I replied, as I turned my head to smile at my wife. "It doesn't look like nothing to me," she said as she nodded toward my crotch. Sometime in my daydream I had begun to rub my cock through my pants. The outline of my semi hard cock was clearly visible on the inside of my thigh. "Been a long time" I said as I continued to rub my dick. "Too long" she said as she leaned over the front seat to put our now sleeping infant in his car seat. I had noticed earlier this morning when my wife got dressed that instead of her usual summer attire of shorts and a tee shirt, she had put on a nice summer dress. I reached up to pat my wife's ass as she was bent over the seat and much to my surprise; I patted bare skin. She wasn't wearing any panties under that summer dress! I felt my cock jump in my shorts. Having secured our new son in his car seat, my wife settled into her side of the front seat, locking her door, she propped her back up against it. She gave me a funny little grin, "Like what you felt?" she asked, as she put one foot on the seat between us and the other foot on the floor. I stared at her now exposed pussy. My hand reached for my cock again. "Oh" she said, "I love it when you rub your dick, it gets me so wet." With that she started rubbing her clit in short, fast, round circles. I watched her insert her middle finger in her love canal, pull it out smeared with her love juices and proceed to rub her clit even faster. By this time, it was getting incredible difficult to watch the road and watch my wife's hand playing with her pussy. I groaned and asked if we could stop on the side of the road. She lazily replied, "Honey, it will be too hot if we stop and beside the kids will wake up." She was right, of course, but right now all I was thinking about was shoving my rock hard cock into her wet, juicy pussy. "Hon, why don't you let that one eyed monster out of your pants and let me watch you jack off?" she asked innocently. I couldn't get my zipper down fast enough. I felt a little pre-cum slip out, just as I pulled my cock out of my pants. I rubbed my pre-cum over the head, and started jerking on my dick fast. "Slow down, just a little, or I'll cum too fast," she said breathlessly, "I want to enjoy watching you for awhile." "Did it excite you to see my breasts?' she asked huskily. With that she pulled down the top of her sundress and out sprang her luscious, milk heavy tits. She massaged them and pitched her nipples until they were hard and milk started dripping out of them. I about came in my hand. "Oh, Hon, let me rub your pussy just for a minute", I groaned. "Looks to me like you have your hand full already," she replied. "Tell you what I will do though, I'll suck your big cock if you'll finger fuck me till I cum," she whispered. As she was saying that she repositioned herself on the front seat of the car and firmly planted her hot mouth on my dick and stuck her cute ass up in the air. I managed to get my hand up under that dress. I felt for that hot, wet clit that I had wanted to touch so badly. She quivered when I touched it and her juices really started to flow. I wriggled my middle finger up her love hole, while massaging her clit with my thumb and started to pump in and out of her in a hurry. My cock was so hard, I didn't think I was going to last very long. I felt the beginning stir of my cum in my balls and knew it wasn't going to be long now. "Faster, please faster," she begged, "I need to cum really bad." I know we must have looked like we were having car problems as our car sped up and slowed down in rhythm to my pumping hips, but I really wanted pump her mouth just like I wanted to pump her pussy. "Honey, I'm going to cum," I groaned. "I want you to swallow it all, PLEASE. Just then, her pussy wrapped securely around my middle finger as she started to climax. "I'm cumming," she said with a mouthful of cock, "Oh God, I'm cumming. Just then, my cock let go with a bucketful of cum, "Oh fuck, oh fuck," I yelled. She slurped and slurped and never spilled a drop of my hot cum, as I slowly removed my middle finger from her pussy. "That was really hot," she said as she grinned at me. "Maybe we ought to take road trips more often," I said, just as we passed the sign that read El Paso 69 miles. The Road Trip Like a lot of things in life, a six week break away from work to go on a relaxing road trip with my soon-to-be-wife, Marie, seemed like an excellent idea at the time. Marie and I had already set a date for the wedding and were looking forward to the impending nuptials with enthusiasm. It was her idea to break with tradition and enjoy an extended honeymoon before the wedding rather than after it. I thought it was a great idea, we didn't have a lot of spare cash - the wedding had stripped out our bank account as it was - and the idea of six weeks roaming around the countryside, going where the mood took us seemed like the ideal vacation. I'd had my old Ford checked and re-checked by a collection of local biker-nuts that I trusted barely more than the licenced bandit that ran the local service station. There were many problems with the car which were all fixed with their usual grunts of approval or disapproval depending on which member of the gang was carrying out the repair. The major problem was the floor of the decrepit vehicle. Years of abuse had turned the metal boarding into a rusting material thinner than a sliver of ice and probably just as roadworthy. I was informed by Jack, the self-appointed leader of this band of likable misfits, that there would be a delay in repairing the boards. I wasn't given a particular reason why and therefore assumed that it was until most of the group were either sober or drug-free enough to go out and steal some more. Not wishing to wait for the drying out or straightening up of my so-called mechanic's, Marie and I had decided to take a chance on the underfoot problem and proceed with our plans. The first two weeks passed extremely pleasantly. We did the whole romantic bit; swimming in deserted river pools under stunningly beautiful waterfalls, candle lit dinners for two and moonlit walks along meandering riverbanks. We drove from rural town to rural town sleeping when we were tired, eating when we were hungry and making love whenever the mood took us - which was often! The relaxed atmosphere had obviously had an effect on Marie. Standing at a little under 5'8" in her stockings, her shoulder length, dirty blonde hair frames a pretty face that needs little makeup. And the attraction doesn't stop there. Her long, slender legs lead up to a delightfully smooth pussy, trim hips and a flat stomach. The finishing touch is provided by exquisite breasts with pink nipples that sit up and just beg to be sucked! She has always been a very sexy, sensual woman, but on this trip she seemed to go completely wild. Maybe it was because she was well away from all the people that knew her and all the gossip. Maybe it was because we were about to be married or maybe it was just because there were pretty flowers about; I don't know, but one thing was for sure; there wasn't a day went by without Marie almost begging me to fuck her at least twice! And then the inevitable happened. Driving through the outskirts of another little town well into our third week, my Ford ground to a halt and my foot went straight through the floor. "Oh shit!" I Exclaimed, quite poetically, I thought. Marie's face broke into a wide smile as the laughter began to gush from her pretty lips. "Hey! It's not that funny!" "Oh, sorry, baby," she cooed mockingly, "did my darling put his foot in it!" The raucous laughter returned and this time, eventually, I joined in. For several minutes we both rolled around in apoplexy, holding each other with tears of laughter streaming from our eyes. When we finally managed to stop and come to our senses I took a look around. Our luck was holding firm. Only a hundred or so yards along the dusty road I could see an old tin sign creaking as it swung in the breeze. I focused my eyes and felt complete elation as I realised that the sign was advertising engine oil. "I think that little place down there is a service garage." I said. "How lucky is that!" "Not so lucky for me," Marie replied wriggling her tight little bottom into the black PVC seat, "I was hoping we might have time for a little fun!" Her left hand snaked over into my lap and gave my overworked cock a quick squeeze. I gulped air into my lungs as I felt the stirring of an immediate erection. "Jeez, Marie! Don't you ever rest!" Our lips met as we clambered over into the back seat and Marie began pulling at my shirt. Our tongues entwined in a lustful ballet. Our hands searched each others bodies, fingers caressing, groping, exploring. The minutes passed and my cock was beginning to ache for release. "Hey folks!" The voice seemed to come from nowhere and echoed around the interior of the car. "Oh, sorry! Just thought you might need some help with the car!" Marie and I parted quickly and smiled up at the stranger in oily overalls as he peered in through the open window. There was no point in attempting to give some lame excuse; the bulge in my jeans and the nipple shaped protrusions through Marie's blouse spoke for themselves. "Er...yes...actually we do have a problem." I said quickly, squinting up into the sun towards the strangers face. I indicated the large gaping hole in the floor of the car. The man laughed. "No problem, my friend," he said, "lets get you towed over to the pit and I'll have that fixed in no time!" And so, four hours, six cups of coffee and two lengths of floor tin later, saw Marie and I perusing the final bill for Ian-the-mechanic's work. "Six hundred?" I gasped, "are you sure, man?" Ian smiled the confident smile of a man who knew that there was nothing we could do about the extortion that was being inflicted upon us. "Yep, six hundred please. I've thrown in the air freshener for free!" Unfortunately, although there was nothing that we could do about the size of the bill, Ian hadn't bargained on one thing - I didn't have enough money on me. "Hmmm," He muttered after hearing my explanation as to why I couldn't pay, "Looks like I'll just have to keep the vehicle then." "But we're on vacation!" I blurted out. I looked around at the desolate, arid countryside, "there's no way we are gonna be staying here until a cheque clears. Surely there must be a compromise somewhere?" I looked over at Marie and stared at her. Quite obviously a compromise had already occurred to her and she was smiling at the tall, handsome mechanic in a very definite "come-on" fashion. "What the hell are you doing?" I yelled at her. "Oh, come on, Paul," she said, still smiling up at Ian and batting her long eyelashes furiously, "it's not as if we've been totally faithful to each other, is it? You know I let your friend Dave fuck me only last week!" "But that was different," I complained, "that was just a laugh, and besides, I was watching you the whole time!" As soon as the words were out of my mouth I regretted saying them. Ian's eyes lit up as he saw the likelihood of him getting laid by a beautiful woman. Also the idea of me being around didn't seem to bother him at all. "Sounds like a good plan to me!" he cried, now obviously excited. "And if your old man wants to watch, that's cool too!" Like a slack-jawed yokel, my head flipped between my future bride and the lusty mechanic. I sighed deeply recognising the look in both their eyes and knowing that, certainly as far as Marie was concerned, there was nothing I was going to be able to do about it. "Okay," I said tiresomely, "lets get on with it!" In a flash, Ian was ripping his overalls from his lean young body and kicking off his work boots. Marie did likewise. He blouse dropped onto the oily floor. He wasn't wearing a bra and after she had pulled up her skirt and removed her little white panties, she had exposed all the parts of her body that was necessary. As I found a seat on the edge of a table - the only surface that I could see wasn't covered in oil or grease - Ian stood proudly before Marie with his hands on his hips. A wide smile was painted all over his rugged face. Slowly, Marie squatted down in front of him. Usually she would have liked to kneel, but the stained floor was preventing her from her normal cock-sucking stance. I heard Ian heave a great sigh as my bride wrapped her long, cool fingers around his inflamed shaft and guided it towards her mouth. Her pink tongue extended and flicked lazily over the wide head and her other hand cupped his heavy balls gently. Inch my inch the swollen meat entered her mouth. It was like watching a porn movie being made just for my own private entertainment and I could feel my previous erection return with a vengeance. Marie's hand cupped and caressed the mechanic's balls as she allowed his shaft to slide easily into her throat. Ian gasped again and I could see his legs tremble. His hands reached out and held the back of her head firmly as he began to rock slowly back and forth, burying his tool completely in her oral orifice. Smalls moans of ecstatic joy escaped his lips as his cock assaulted my future wife's throat. While watching all this my own interest was beginning to grow - not unlike my cock that was now throbbing almost painfully beneath my jeans. I eased myself into a more comfortable position and greedily rubbed the bulge that was clearly obvious at my crotch. Marie was quite clearly enjoying herself as much as Ian was. An accomplished cock-sucker at the best of times - a fact to which I would happily testify - Marie was professionally swallowing her charge deep into her throat while twisting her hand sensuously around the base of his shaft with one hand and gently caressing his sensitive balls with the other. "Mmmmm! You're a great little cock-sucker, baby!" Ian murmured, "but I don't wanna cum too soon. You look like the type of girl that would love to get fucked!!" This seemed to be exactly what Marie wanted to hear and, with a gasp of air, let the mechanic's hard weapon slip out of her mouth. "Oh yes, baby. I want it! You know I want it!" As Marie stood, Ian began to push her backwards towards an old chest of tools. Their lips locked together in a lustful, wet embrace, their tongues probing and searching. Marie's hands reach out behind her and grasped the edge of the chest steadying herself. Her legs opened almost naturally and I heard her gasp as Ian dropped to his knees and buried his face in her moist pussy. I could almost hear his tongue slurping at her wet folds as he licked her. They both moaned in unison. Marie's hands clasped behind her lover's head and pulled him towards her. She gasped again. Her legs trembled and her back arched pushing her pussy into his face. I saw here eyes roll up into her head and her lips part in a silent scream as she came, grinding Ian's face into her vagina as she shook and writhed through a massive climax. "Didn't you say something about fucking me?" Marie finally whispered as she came down from her climax. Ian didn't answer her - he didn't need to - he simply turned her around and pushed her against the tool chest so that her sweet rounded ass faced him. Her legs were still parted and he guided his erect tool towards her waiting, open slit. With a forward thrust, Ian slammed his cock deep into my bride's hot cunt. I could see Marie's body react as she caught her breath, the air being knocked out of her lungs. Ian Rammed up into her three or four more times pushing himself into her body with all his strength. Marie buried her head in her hands and tried to keep her legs well spread. I could see that she was really wet after the intense orgasm that she had just had and this aided her lover's assault on her body. Ian's hands were under her and groping her breasts with rough oily fingers. I could see the marks that he was leaving on her smooth skin and, for some reason this made my erection leap in my pants. Ian was moaning on each upward thrust and calling Marie a bitch and a slut. This only seemed to spur her on and I'm sure that she had at least one more smaller climax while he was fucking her from behind. "Let me sit on your cock!" Marie suddenly gasped. I watched Ian's eyes light up as a broad grin crossed his face. With an audible "pop", he slipped his juice streaked weapon from Marie's pussy hole and with the appendage twitching wildly he used his arm to sweep away some of the debris from an old close-by table. Once satisfied that there was enough room on the table for him to lie down comfortably, the young mechanic lay on his back and held his erect and visibly throbbing cock in his hand. Marie smiled and bent to lick the head of the monster several times before climbing up onto the table herself and straddling her lover's hips. Ian raised his knees and thrust his hips upwards sending his tool, once again, deeply into Marie's hot, wet pussy. She cried out in lustful surprise. Her hands went to her hair and her body arched backwards as she wriggled and writhed on top of him. Ian's hands found the warm globes of his lover's butt and as he fucked up into her he used counter-active force by pulling her lower body towards him. Marie's head rolled from side to side and I could sense that she was enjoying an almost constant climax as she twisted her lithe little body onto of Ian's penis. "Oh God, yes..yes..yes!" she cried as she bounced. Ian was keeping a steady rhythm going but I could see he was keen to alter his position again. "I want to see your cunt while I fuck you, bitch!" He said. "Lets switch again" In an instant, He had pulled my future bride off his cock once again and, with strong, muscular arms, had lifted her and virtually thrown her back down onto the table. Marie seemed happy to let all this happen without complaint. As she fell back, her legs spread open and I could see her vagina wet and open. Her sex lips dripped her sweet juice and the hole itself looked wide and abused. Ian's hands quickly grasped her ankles and lifted her legs onto his shoulders. Now her cunt was really open and I was treated to a full view of Ian's cock sliding comfortably into her love tunnel. Immediately he began to start fucking her, Marie started to groan and lift her hips up to meet his thrusts. I looked at my watch. I was much impressed by the mechanic's obvious stamina - he had already been fucking my future wife for nearly an hour! But the tell tale signs were now beginning to show on my bride's young lover. Time after time he slammed his large tool into her pussy, his balls slapping against her wet ass crack. I could see his legs as they started to tremble. His face contorted into a lustful grimace; his eyes tight shut and the veins on his neck beginning to bulge obscenely. It seemed quite clear that he was approaching that point of no return. "Wait!..wait!" cried Marie. My bride could obviously also sense her lover's impending ejaculation. "I want to see you cum! I want you to cover your little slut with your sperm!" With a power that he got from God knows where, Ian managed to control himself for a further few seconds while Marie sat herself down in a grimy, hard-backed chair. She looked up at Ian as he held his cock at the ready. "Show me something to make me shoot!" he cried unnecessarily. Marie grinned wickedly as she spread her long legs and opened her wet sex lips with her fingers. It was quite a sight. The inside of her pussy was still running with juice from her previous orgasms and as she slowly fingered her clit for her lover's benefit, another stream of liquid oozed from the hole. I saw Ian's cock leap as he stroked it, pointing the head directly at Marie's large tits. He held his breath and the shaft began to swell visibly. Suddenly he cried out and both Marie and I saw a huge stream of cum fly from the tip of the throbbing member. This sight was greeted by surprise from me and unbridled lust from Marie. Marie gasped as the hot seed splashed her skin. Her fingers flew to her tits and she began to massage the sticky liquid into the large mounds as Ian released jet after jet of cum. I couldn't stand it any longer. Leaping to my feet I pulled down the zipper of my jeans and haled out my straining dick. Marie smiled at me as I approached her. I knew what she wanted and I was dying to provide it for her. I was in such a state of excitement that just three or four pulls on my shaft had my com boiling up from my balls. I groaned loudly as my seed dripped onto Marie's tits and mingled with her lover's previous issue. As the three of us all began to dress, I reached out for the keys to my ford that were on the surface of the table. As my hand closed over them, Ian's hand firmly gripped my wrist. "What are you doing?" he said calmly. "Taking my car, man." Ian smiled at me and shook his head. "What are you talking about?" I continued. "You've fucked Marie as hard as she's ever been fucked! Don't you think that you've been paid enough?" "Trouble is," Ian laughed, "It's not my garage!" "What?" "I just work here. The business belongs to my brother, Frank." "That's right. I'm the boss around here." I wheeled around to see a stocky man, similar looking to Ian but about five years older, standing in the doorway. As he walked into the workshop he began to slip out of his oil stained overalls. "What's going on?" I asked incredulously. "As it's my business, then I expect to get paid!" Frank chuckled. "Better strip off again my little bitch, because Frankie wants his payment!" As I watched Marie peel off her panties once again and bare her large cum-stained breasts, I thought that, just for a moment, I saw a twinkle in her eyes! The Road Trip Halley, Will, Rena, and Lee were on a road trip to Palm Springs. Halley and Will had been dating for several weeks and Rena and Lee weren't even officially hooked up. Thank god this car was huge and equipped with a partition because Rena and Lee were warming up to each other in the back seat. "Oh baby! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Rena screamed. Lee was pounding her hard on the way to the hotel. "Oh my God. When do you think they are going to stop?" Halley asked Will. He replied, "I'm not sure but it sounds like it's going to be a while." They laughed and drove on. Lee and Rena were still "warming up" as they pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. Will and Halley went to go get the key and when they came back Lee and Rena were magically dressed, however, not very well. Will swiped the key to suite 1105 and swung open the door. The suite was amazing; it had two separate bedrooms, a kitchen, living room, and bathroom. Obviously, Rena and Lee got one room and Will and Halley got the other. That night Halley woke up and saw that Will was missing. She walked to the kitchen to get herself a midnight snack. On the way there she noticed moans coming from Rena and Lee's room. The door was ajar and she pushed it open a little. What she saw was only to her amazement. Lee was fucking Rena while she was sucking Will's dick. "This is impossible!" Halley thought, "he would never cheat on me! Especially with my best friend AND her boyfriend!" She saw his head fly back with ecstasy and he laughed. Halley jolted upright drowning in her own cold sweat. "Oh man it was just a dream. Thank God it was only a dream!" she said and looked next to her; Will was still there fast asleep. She shook him but he didn't wake right away. She shook him harder, "What?!" he yelled. "Shhhh! I'm horny. I want to have sex right NOW," she whispered. The dream had turned her on. "Really? Ok let's do it," he replied to her command. They both sleep in the nude just in case something like this might happen. He rolled her over and put her hands on the pillow and pinned them there. "No, I want to go over to Rena and Lee's room and do it with them too," she said. His eyes widened with amazement, "Okay let's go." They walked naked over to their room and opened the door. They too were nude, but were just sitting up in bed staring. Will and Halley sat on the bed. Halley reached for Rena's chin and kissed her. Rena fell on top of her and began to stroke Halley's clit with her fingertips. Halley giggled and moved her mouth to Rena's tan nipple. She sucked on it and circled it with her tongue. The boys were staring at them, jaw dropped. Rena stopped fingering her friend and said, "Here's what we should do: every night we each get to pick a new fantasy. Tonight is mine and I want it on the card table." Everyone agreed and they let her take lead. Rena sat Will on the card table. His cock was stiffer than ever. She then said, "Now I'm going to sit on his cock and he is going to fuck my anus hole like no other. Then Halley you're going to fuck me front to front while Lee fucks you in the ass too. This way we get a share of everyone's significant other." Rena sat on Will's dick and spread her legs wide. Halley moved her pussy and placed it up against Rena's. Lee had obviously done this before and he right away stuck his enormous prick into Halley's smooth, round ass. Rena played with Halley's nipple with her right hand and took her left and grasped Will's balls. They all moved erotically together. All you could hear was gasps and moans. Halley began to pant hard, "Oh-my-GOD! I can't breathe. Lord! This feels incredible! OHHHHH!" Rena reached an orgasm and screamed with delight. Then Lee spat a huge amount of cum into Halley's pink asshole. Halley began to cum all over Rena's hot sticky cunt. She too had reached an orgasm. Then it was Will's turn who wasn't even close he began to pump Rena's ass on top of his jock. Rena shifted her leg and let it down hard. He hit the spot at the top and unleashed a huge load into her. They all groaned and rolled off each other. Will said to Rena, "That was the best fuck of my LIFE!" Halley took that a little personal but didn't think anything of it. The group fell asleep on the card table that night. The next morning there wasn't even an awkward silence or feeling. The girls took off to go shopping all day long and Lee went to the sports bar down the road. "Oh if my man ever cheated on me I'd flip a bitch! I mean last night was one thing at least I was there," Halley said. "Oh I know. At least our men our trustworthy enough." When they got back from shopping the front desk told Rena that her boyfriend was at the sports bar so she said she'd meet Halley later. Halley rode the elevator all the way up to floor 11. She opened the door to the suite and walked in. She could smell something in the air. She turned the corner into the kitchen and seen something that made her heart sink. Will was banging the concierge in the kitchen with flour blowing up all around them. He was doing her doggy style and they both looked happy, even happier than last night. Him boning some other chick pissed her off but what made her sad is that she told him that that was her fantasy to do it in the kitchen with flour; and that she hated doggy style which is probably why he is doing it with her. She ran out of the room, they didn't even notice she was there. She flung open the door bawling her eyes out and she turned the corner to go to the stairs and ran head on into a bell boy. She flew back on to the ground and didn't even attempt to get up. He began frantically apologizing, "Oh miss I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you! Please stop crying! Where are you hurt? Is anything broken?" She responded, "No, I'm fine really. I just seen something awful, that's it." He sighed and said, "Oh are you in suite 1105? Well, you must be. I was wondering when you were going to catch them. Cindy told me all about it. That's the girl you know--umm that one in the room, uh, nevermind. I'm sorry." He turned bright red and smiled as he stood up. He held out his hand and said, "I'm Danny." "Halley," she said back to him getting off of the ground. They walked to the elevator having a nice conversation and he walked her to the sports bar where Rena and Lee were. She told them all about it and told them about a really sweet guy she met named Danny and how she had a connection with him and pretty much fell in love. She kicked Will out of the room and told him to find another way home considering it was her car. Then, on the last day they were there, there was a knock on the door. Halley opened it and it was Danny the nice bellboy she had met earlier that week. She barely recognized him because he wasn't wearing his uniform. He was dressed casual with a black shirt and khakis. He asked her an unusually difficult question, "Will you go out on a date with me tonight? I had been trying to ask you all week but couldn't get the words out." "Wow, oh I was hoping you'd ask me. However, I was hoping you'd ask any other night but tonight. You see I'm leaving today. I'm so sorry," she said with a frown. "Oh, well ok then. Maybe I'll see you on your next trip here," he said to her. Halley said, "Sure." Danny kissed her on the cheek and walked away blushing with his head down and a sad look on his face. Halley, Rena, and Lee rode the elevator to the bottom floor and stepped out into the lobby they'd probably never see again. Lee and Rena were ahead of Halley for she didn't want to leave so soon without going on that date. Lee and Rena were already at the car and Halley put her hand on the door and someone spun her around and grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her. That person was Danny. It was a romantic kiss with just a light amount of tongue and the perfect jaw movement. It was a-- perfect kiss. He said to her looking right in her eyes, "Does the date have to be here? And tonight?" She giggled and shook her head. So he rode in the car back with them only this time Halley and Danny were doing the warming up in the back seat and no, it wasn't sexually; their connection was far more great than sex. The Road Trip None of them knew how long they had been on the road. Their eyes glanced level and were fastened upon the road that swept toward them. The road was of the hue of slate, save for the centerline, which was intermittent white. All of them knew the colors of the road. The horizon narrowed and widened and dipped and rose, and at all times, its edge was jagged with hills that seemed thrust up in points like spires. A person ought to have a tub larger than the van which here traveled along the road. The lanes of the road were most wrongfully and barbarously abrupt and narrow. Each turn was a problem in the navigation of the van. The lieutenant slouched in the front passenger seat and looked with both eyes at the thin glass which separated him from the traffic. Often he said, "Man! That was a close call." As he remarked it, he invariably gazed eastward over the horizon. The soldiers, packed into the van, were buried in that profound dejection and indifference which comes, temporarily at least, to even the most enduring when deprived of the freedom of independent movement. The sergeant was in the driver's seat steering the van between the lanes of traffic. The mind of the master of a vessel is rooted deep in the inner workings of her, though he commands for a day or a decade. This sergeant had on him the stern impression of a scene in the sporadic light of the highway of eleven turned faces. A seat in this van was not unlike a seat on a rollercoaster, and by the same token, a rollercoaster is not much smaller. The van plummeted, jerked, and plunged like an E-ticket ride. As each wall of traffic came, and the van began to maneuver, it seemed as if there were rails affixed to the wheels, scornfully bumping and grinding to the front of the wall, then racing headlong into the slate black darkness of the road ahead. A singular disadvantage of the road lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wall of traffic you discover there is another not too distant that will create the same discordant anxiety that the previous one did. There is a terrible grace in the movement of the traffic as it comes in silence, except for the growl of the tires against the road. In the sporadic light, the faces of the men appeared gray, their eyes glinting in strange ways as they gazed forward. Viewed from above, it would have appeared weirdly picturesque. But the men in the van had no time to see it their minds were occupied by other things. In disjointed sentences, the lieutenant and the sergeant argued over the difference between Holiday Inn and Day's Inn. The color lieutenant said, "There's a Holiday Inn at the next exit we can stop at." "It won't have any vacancies." said the sergeant. "We aren't there yet," said one of the soldiers. As the van bounced along the road, the wind tore through the hair of the men. From the top of each hill, the men surveyed the horizon to the front for signs of a place to stop. For a moment, a broad tumultuous expanse, shining and bright, appeared on the horizon. The men fell silent, except for the hemming and hawing of exhausted anticipation. To express any optimism at this point would be childish, but they all had possessed the sense of the situation. A man thinks doggedly at such times. On the other hand, the ethics of the situation was decidedly against any open suggestion of hopelessness. Cresting the next hill, the men saw the brightly lit service station abutting the exit. Watchful eyes followed as the garish light intensified, then passed, somehow becoming gruesome in its close proximity. The sergeant, shifting in his seat, wanted to look back, but continued to press on down the road. "Think we will find a place to stop sergeant?" asked the lieutenant. "If we keep up this pace we should," said the sergeant. The van shifted slightly by the passing traffic, hurled into the darkness by the unseen wind. The ominous silence provoked mental aberrations of a diabolical punishment being inflicted for amusement. It was not an amusement. Who would so exclude the roadside of such a fundamental requirement as a motel room purely for jest? It took an anxious eye to find a sign so tiny, but there on the horizon, just to the right of the road was a small yellow sign shape of a setting sun. No, it was far to the right, away from the road. Never had a thing appeared so marvelous to the men in the van, spirits lifted, and eyes wide in anticipation, as they turned onto the exit. No one knew who had first suggested that they pick up the young female hitch hiker. But as they drove the idea to share her became something of a topic of conversation that is until she accepted the proposal on one condition. She insisted that a room be provided for the event. Now with the room available the tension was as thick as the darkness that surrounded them. Waiting had never been so agonizing, as one then another made their way to the room. Later, it would seem too swift as each recalled with fondness the tender pleasures experienced that night. It would be difficult to describe the subtle brotherhood of men that was here established on the road. No one said it was so. No one mentioned it. But it had occurred in the van, and each man felt it warm him. They were a sergeant, a lieutenant, and nine soldiers, and they were friends. Friends in a more curiously iron bound degree than may be common. It was more than a mere recognition of the common experience. There was surely in it a quality that was personal and heartfelt. The Road Trip On a hot rainy, late summer afternoon, Bob and Chris headed out for their yearly vacation. It was their annual get reacquainted, visit family and old friend jaunt over a large part of the countryside. It had been a harder year than most and they really needed this time. Bob had, had to search for a new job twice when the computer companies he'd worked for went belly up. They were fine now in that respect as he had gotten on with a very diverse software company at a good starting pay. It was just the fact of having to start at the bottom again that rankled Bob. Their most devastating problem came when Chris lost the baby they had both worked so hard to conceive. It had happened two months before when she was in her ninth week. She had slipped on the stairs and taken a fall. The next day she was in the hospital with a miscarriage. Both of them had been heartbroken. Being married for almost ten years they had expected kids far earlier. After their second anniversary she had stopped the birth control pills; on this they had both agreed. They had expected to have their first child shortly there after, followed by a second a year or so later and then she would have her tubes tied and that would be that. They would have their family and live happily ever after or so they thought. Their lovemaking had taken on a whole new excitement once she was off the pill. The frequency, duration, and passion all three seemed to increase. Their sex life was wild and free, they both wanted a baby. As time went on and Chris didn't become pregnant their enthusiasm slacked off and little nagging worries started to set in. Six months after she had stopped the pills, Chris made the first of many trips to the clinic. They even called Bob in for some tests. At the end of the third year the Doctors basically said that Chris had some scare tissue on her ovaries and may never have kids. But then again she could get pregnant at anytime; it was a crap shot. They had gone home and gone about their business as usual but there was always that underlying depression about not having kids. They had even discussed adoption from time to time. The years passed and although their sex lives were good; they still felt there was something missing. Early in February Chris went in for a check up and there was a new, younger Doctor on the staff that had seen her. Just for the heck of it, she asked him if there was anything new that could be done about her condition. Surprisingly, he said there were several possibilities. They had discussed them and set her up another appointment for later in the week. Bob had even taken off work to go with her. Hope was once again alive. After a battery of tests on the both of them, it was decide Chris would take a series of fertility drug shots. After that the couple would monitor Chris's cycle and try to make love as often and as close to her peak times as possible. With renewed enthusiasm they went at it like two young kids newly in love. Chris was never without her thermometer and mobile phone and Bob was always sitting on go by a phone no matter what he was doing. It led to some hilarious moments; their friends thought they were nuts. Actually they had agreed not to tell anyone what they were doing, so that if it didn't work they wouldn't have to go through the "I'm so sorry about you not being able to have kids." phase again. It had been hard enough the first time. At first Chris's cycle was very erratic, but over time it settled down to become fairly predictable. Bob even commented on it jokingly. "Yeah, you go into heat every time I'm in a meeting or we're stuck in traffic." Chris had laughed and stuck out her tongue at him before saying. "But dear I'm beginning to love the conference table and the back seat of the car. Of course if your boss would quite sucking my toes, I wouldn't cum as quick and screw up your timing. Anyway look at all the entertainment we're providing both at the office and on the freeway." Bob had laughed and shook his head. He was so happy that she had found her sense of humor again. Her depression and mood swings were getting to him to the point, he had thought about finding an outside interest, if you know what I mean. Where sex had gotten to be almost work before, now it was back to being loving and fun. He thanked God for that. Around the end of May they were having breakfast on Monday, when suddenly Chris jumped up and dashed for the bathroom. He had followed her to see if she was all right, only to find her on her knees throwing up. She was also, alternately laughing and crying. Moving up close behind her, he had asked if she was alright. Turning around and coming into his arms, she had begun to cry. He held her and stroked her hair until she quieted. Finally she whispered those magical words. "I'm pregnant." He had taken the day off and they made the trip to the Doctor for confirmation. It was confirmed and they celebrated; they also made slow gentle easy love several times that night. Not because they had to but because they wanted to. They were so happy; as they got the nursery ready and bought all the stuff that it takes to take care of a child. The Doctor had asked if they wanted to know whether it was a boy or a girl and they had declined. All they cared about was if it was healthy or not. They liked the idea of not knowing and having to pick names for either case and choosing colors, toys, and clothes that would go either way. Like I said they were so happy and in love. Then the unthinkable happened. Chris had been carrying a laundry basket from the bedroom bath down to the laundry room, when she dropped a piece and bent to pick it up and lost her balance and took a bad tumble down the stairs. Bob was at work and she was home alone. She was unconscious for a while and ended up crawling into the living room to use the phone to call 911. She was at the hospital and in surgery by the time Bob arrived. She had a minor concussion and two cracked ribs along with losing the baby. They were both devastated. Bob threw himself into his work and she went into a sever case of depression and wouldn't talk to him about anything hardly. The doctors put her on medication and told her to find an outside activity. Bob did his best to cheer her up but his very presence seemed to make her worse. They were on the verge of breaking up. About three weeks after the accident bob came home late to find her gone, the house had been quiet and dark when he came in. He wandered around for several hours trying to find a clue as to where she had gone. The sound of the front door opening drew him at a dead run. His mind was running amuck as he skidded to a stop in front of her. He wasn't sure whether to yell and scream or just to grab her and hold on. He chose the latter. After a moments hesitation she hugged him back. They stood this way for a long time before he said. "I was so worried, I thought you had left me." She continued to hold him but he felt her stiffen. "The thought has crossed my mind." She whispered. Then her body relaxed and she asked. "But where would I go? I love you and running away won't help our problem at all. I would still be depressed, whether I was here or somewhere else. I decided to do as the Doctor advised and find an outside interest. I joined a gym today and started an exercise program. Maybe it will make me feel better about myself." He hugged her tighter and said. "I love you too. I'll always love you, no matter what happens or has happened. We can always try again. You are the love of my life and I've missed you terribly." She hugged him tighter and started to cry in racking sobs. He held her and stroked her hair. After she had cried herself out, she was silent for a long time before she whispered. "I'm sorry, so sorry." Then she started to cry softly again. He held her tightly and slowly rocked her from side to side. After a while she quieted and he said. "You have nothing to be sorry for. Accidents happen and there's nothing anyone can do about them. It wasn't your fault." She took a deep hiccupping breath and sighed as she nodded her head. They stood just holding each other for a long time, there in the front hallway. Finally she moved back and looked deep into his eyes. He smiled at her reassuringly and a shy smile answered him from her face. It was the first one he had seen since the accident. "This is a heck of a way to start a vacation." Bob said as they splashed along in the hard rain. Chris chuckled as she turned in the car seat and pulled her legs up onto the seat and tucked her feet under her ass. "Dear, you say that every year almost. August is a rainy month, what can I say? You know it will be beautiful and cool when we reach the coast." Bob chuckled and nodded his head. "I know, it's just that driving in the rain takes to much of my attention away from you, you gorgeous thing. Those exercise classes were well worth the money; you are looking great and you have a whole new attitude." Chris could almost feel herself blush as she grinned shyly and said. "Well, thank you kind sir. I've gotten such a rush out of pushing myself and achieving the goals I set. I feel like I can do anything I set my mind to." Bob laughed and said loudly. "Pick me, pick me." Chris looked over at him from under her long lashes. "Don't worry that's at the top of my list. Until we were packing and I got out some of my sexier night gowns and lingerie, I hadn't realized how long it had been since we made love. I hadn't even thought about sex. God, how have you stood it? I'm very lucky that you don't have a mistress or two on the side. You don't do you?" She asked with a grin. Bob glanced over at Chris and grinned back. "As a matter of fact I do, but you haven't been giving me any either." Chris's grin froze for a second, until what he said sunk in, and then she laughed. "You are terrible. You scared the hell out of me there for a second. You keep that up and I'll have to punish you. I wonder what I can figure out as a punishment for a very horny bad boy while we are driving out of the city in a pouring rain?" I smiled and took a quick glance at her long shapely legs that were made to look longer by the short tight skirt she wore. "Oh, you like those do you?" She asked with a chuckle as she uncurled them toward the foot well and then curled them back. I was driving along the service road trying to get up onto the freeway but traffic was backed up badly. Probably a fender bender somewhere ahead, so I decided to move over a couple of blocks and just run parallel for a ways to get ahead of the problem. The glances I kept tossing at Chris was causing a major problem and jam in the front of my shorts. With a grin I tried to wiggle in my seat and to adjust the problem. "Hey." Chris said. "You leave that alone. If it needs adjusting, I'll do it, thank you. You just drive and don't get us off in a wreck, I'll take care of everything else." I squirmed a little more, but left thing's as they were. Hell, lately I had been hard so much, that this was getting to be the norm; at least she was noticing; that was an improvement. Three blocks over was a four lane boulevard that was not to badly congested, so I turned and we were making better time towards getting the hell out of town. Chris raised her hands and fiddled with the top button on her blouse for moment and then returned them to her lap. The next time I glanced over at her, I noticed that there were now four buttons undone, where there had been three earlier. I could now see the soft swell of both breasts peeking out of the gap where her cleavage met. Chris had always had nice full breasts, not to large but not to small; they fit her frame. Now with all the exercise and working out, she had slimmed down but her full breasts were still the same, although they looked even fuller and seemed to ride higher on her chest. I had noticed that I was complimenting Chris more and more on her figure. She had even inspired me to spend some time there and to work on removing the spare tire I had been carrying around my waist. Working traffic, I had made the last three lights and had moved back over to the right to get back on the service road where the freeway curved around to cross this street. The light was red and I pulled into the turn lane. The rain was even harder and I turned my head to say so to Chris. My eyes locked onto the strip of bare flesh that ran from between her breasts to the belt of her skirt. She had all the buttons undone and the blouse open about an inch. My manhood, which had softened as my attention was taken up with traffic, sprang back to full erection. Chris flashed her titties at me quickly and grinned as the light turned green and traffic moved. I made the turn and worked my way over to the on ramp, with the vision of her bare breasts floating around on the back of my eyeballs. I grinned as I accelerated up to freeway speed. Once I was up to speed and safely tucked into traffic, I risk another glance in her direction. When I did she flashed me again, only a little slowly this time holding the blouse open longer. I had to force my eyes back to the road, but the memory remained as an overlay on my vision. "You're going to cause a wreck, if you're not careful." I said still grinning. She laughed. "Just remember, if you wreck us, you don't get any." My grin faded to a tight smile as I concentrated on traffic. This made her laugh even more. "Poor baby." She said. "He has to drive and can't play with these toys." I glanced over to see her rubbing her hand over her bare breast, her nipple rock hard as she squeezed and massaged the soft flesh. The thought of my wife sitting there calmly caressing her breast as we drove through heavy traffic with hundreds of people around us, made my manhood twitch and throb. I could feel a small circle of wetness growing in the front of my shorts. We passed through the interchange for the east loop, and one large group of cars exited, while another smaller group took their place, headed east with us. I had a little more room now to maneuver, as traffic was more evenly spaced. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Chris leaning against the door with both breasts exposed caressing her hard nipples with the palms of her hands. I took a quick glance her way to see her grin and tweak each nipple between her forefingers and thumbs. She rolled the hard pebbles of her nipples and tugged on them gently. "Oh, that feels so good." She said softly. Leaving the blouse wide open she sat up straighter in the seat and looked around. "Do you think anyone has been watching me play with my breasts?" Her right hand moved absently to her left breast and her long fingernail flicked the nipple. "I hope so, because it makes me so hot to think they are." Chuckling I glanced at her and said. "You should feel the wet spot in my shorts." She grinned at me and leaned over to do just that. Her warm fingers and palm slid over the fabric in a soft slow caress. I felt my ass muscles tighten and a shudder went through my stomach muscles. "Oh, that feels good, does it? Just wait, I've got much more planned for you. Much more and much better, but first we have to get out of town and over on the back roads. I don't want to run the freeways and interstates this year. I want to cruise the small back roads and see the real countryside. If we don't get to all the places we normally do over the next two weeks, then so be it. I'm in no hurry for anything, except maybe to fuck and suck your brains out." She ended with a laugh and a squeeze of my rock hard shaft. She moved back over to sit against the door and unfolded her legs. The right foot she left on the floor, and the left she raised to take off her high heeled shoe, before placing her foot on the edge of my seat back near my ass. I had an excellent view of her panty clad sex with the slit clearly outlined in the shear material. Rocking her left knee back and forth and from side to side caused the short tight skirt to ride farther up her thighs and hips, to expose more of her to my quick sharp glances. We were nearly out of town by now and traffic was a whole lot lighter, although I noted that there were several trucks that tried to stay close to us for as long as they could. I mentioned this to Chris and she raised up for another quick look around. Leaning back, her skirt was now bunched up around her hips and her shear bikini panties were fully displayed. Her right hand went back to teasing her left nipple, but her left hand slowly snaked its way up and down over her tight, smooth, left inner thigh. The side of her thumb just barely brushing the silky material of her panties on its downward movement. After a few moments of teasing herself, she moved the hand down to cover herself and then lightly ran her fingertips over the shear fabric from the waistband down to as far she could reach between her thighs. Pausing her hand there, she giggled. "You're not the only one with a wet spot. Want to feel mine? I felt yours." With a mischievous grin she moved her hand. I took my right hand off the steering wheel and lightly ran my fingertips down along the inside of her left thigh. I could feel her dampness and I was still a couple of inches from touching her panties. When I did feel the fabric, it was soaking wet. I grinned and ran my fingertips slowly up and down the cloth as she had. I applied a little pressure as my fingers made one more trip down and my longer middle finger pressed into the fold of her slit. Her hips flexed and a shiver ran up her body. "Hmmm." She said, then pushed my hand away. "You get back to driving, before I have a wreck and make a bigger mess than I have now." Grinning she sat up and turned around in the seat to sit normally, but she still didn't close the blouse. Her skirt was high on her thighs but her panties were covered. "There's the city limits sign." I said, with a glance at her. She grinned and raised her arms over her head, placed her palms on the roof, and then arched her back in a long drawn out stretch. Her breasts were fully exposed and pointing at the top of the windshield. She held this pose for a long moment; the sound of an air horn from the semi truck next to us made her finally drop her arms. She turned toward the window and waved at someone in the cab of the truck. The horn blared again in a long single note blast. She laughed and turned back toward me. "God, life is great. Lets get off and find a convenience store. You can gas the car and fill our ice chest with drinks and snacks, while I find the restroom. We'll need a map that shows the back roads, so we don't get lost." She paused to laugh then said. "Although that might not be such a bad idea." I sped up to get a head of the truck, which gave us another long blast from his horn as I pulled onto the exit ramp. Chris and I both laughed before I commented. "You seemed to have made a friend. He must have liked the show, I know I did." Chris laughed as she buttoned the two middle buttons of her blouse, and then she replied. "Sorry dear, but there was a lady driving that rig and not a bad looking one at that." I chuckled and shook my head. "Things sure have changed in this world. A few years ago, you would never hardly ever see a female truck driver. I wonder if she liked the show?" As I pulled up to the pumps at the store Chris said. "Well, she was grinning when I waved at her, if that means anything. I need that restroom bad, so I'll see you inside." We both got out, she headed for the store and I went to top off the tank. I headed inside the store and went back to the soft drink cases and selected an assortment, along with a bag of ice. Leaving these on the counter, I went over and got several bags of chips, a box of snack crackers, and several different types of candy bars. Back at the counter, I noticed that Chris had added a couple of beers and a couple of wine coolers to the growing pile of stuff. The attendant was ringing it up, when Chris came back and dropped some more stuff on the counter. We picked up our purchases and headed out the door. Chris dropped a bag of chips and bent to pick it up, before we headed on to the car. I got out the small ice chest from the back seat and we packed the cold stuff in it and iced it down. The other stuff we dumped in the back seat, except for a cherry lollypop that Chris wanted. The Road Trip I got in the car and was waiting for Chris, who was standing there looking toward the store. I waited for a moment then asked. "Did we forget something?" She laughed and said. "No, I was just watching that young clerk for a moment. He's telling his buddy there, about the older lady that just mooned him. I'm waiting to see if his buddy believes him." Not thinking, I asked. "What lady mooned him? I didn't see anything." Chris laughed and dropped the wrapped lollipop, and then bent to pick it up with her ass pointed straight at me. Even though I was sitting lower than the clerk, I knew that he got an excellent view of my wife's bare ass. While she was in the restroom, she had removed her panties and was completely naked under the skirt. "Oh, that lady mooned him." I said with a laugh. "You should be ashamed of yourself for teasing that young boy. Of course now he has a war story to tell his friend, so I guess it's all right." She got in the car and said. "I don't think his friend believed him, should I do it again, just to prove that he's not lying? Hand me that trash bag, I'll be right back." She took the small trash bag I kept in the back seat, walked across to the pumps on her side, and emptied the bag into a trash can there. She dropped a couple of pieces and bent to pick them up. She had her ass toward the store when she picked up the first piece, then took a short step to reach the second with her ass angled toward me. The short skirt was half way up her ass cheeks and I could just see her pussy lips peeking from between her legs. That short step had opened her legs more and I got an even better view of her sex. Slowly she straightened and tossed the paper away, and then she stretched up onto her toes, raised her arms, and flexed her back as she turned around. She held that pose for a moment as she worked the muscles of her lower back and upper shoulders. Her breasts were moving and rolling around under the thin blouse; the dark circles of her nipples were clearly visible against the white cloth. With a final twist she turned and walked over to the car and got in. "That should just make their day." She said. "I know it's making my pussy wet again, just knowing they could see my ass." I chuckled as I started the car and put it in drive. "Dear, your ass wasn't all they could see." I said as we pulled out onto the drive, where I stopped and started to back up toward the store. "They got a very good look at your pussy lips, especially when you took that last step. Oh, by the way, you forgot that map you wanted." I stopped the car and reached into my pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to her. "Here, go back inside and get it." She looked at me a moment, and then said. "You mean back inside where those two boys are, that I just showed my ass and pussy to? I can't do that, I'd be way to embarrassed." I chuckled and said. "I'm bare assed, is more like it, than embarrassed. Now you can see up close, just what effect you had on them. I'll bet they are more embarrassed than you are, what do you want to bet?" She looked at me for a long moment, then took two deep breaths, and got out of the car. "I can't believe that I'm actually going to do this." She said softly to herself. I was watching the two young guys as she approached the door and opened it. The one behind the counter moved closer to it and his friend moved on down to the end and around till he was partially hidden behind it. The guy behind the counter was having a problem even looking at my wife, while the guy on the end was looking her over from head to toes and back again. The maps were in a rack on the wall behind the counter. Each time she asked to see a different one, the guy would turn quickly and step over to the rack, and then he took a step straight backwards, and turn back around close to the counter, to hand her the map. I smiled to myself. She ended up buying two maps and headed for the door, as she opened the door, she dropped one of the maps. She squatted quickly, retrieved it, and then came straight over to the car. When she dropped the map, both boys had leaned over and the one behind the counter had grabbed a small camera. Their grins disappeared quickly, when she squatted down, and they got no show. They both wore very sad faces as she got into the car. I got the car headed out onto the highway, as Chris laughed so hard I thought she would hurt herself. I was running along beside the freeway on the service road by the time Chris's laughter subsided enough for her to talk. "Both those little bastards had hardons a yard long. They kept trying to hide the tents in the front of their jeans behind the counter, that's why I checked out so many maps. Every time he went to fetch one, he would blush beet red because I would stare straight at it. I started to ask him to show me his, since he'd seen mine, but that would have been in bad taste for a flasher." She finished in another fit of laughter, as I turned left under the freeway. When she calmed down again, I told her about the camera and the frowns when she squatted to get the map she had dropped. "A camera, you're kidding?" She asked with a chuckle. "I knew I was going to disappoint them when I picked up the map that way, but if I'd have know about the camera, I would have been tempted to give them another show. The thought of those two young hard dicks jacking off over my picture is getting me turned on again. Damn, what a turn on." I chuckled and said teasingly. "Well, I can turn around and we can go back to the store." She had another fit of laughter and said. "I don't think so." By this time we had cleared most of town and were getting out into the true countryside. I mentioned this to her and suggested she get one of the maps and figure out a route that took us where she wanted to go, or at least pointed us in the right general direction. With a big grin and a gleam in her eye, she said. "Ok." And reached for the maps. She looked them over and selected one and put the other back on the dash. She held the other for a moment, then slid forward onto the edge of her seat, and reached down to work at the button and zipper on the side of her skirt. With the button undone and the zipper down, she raised up and wiggled the skirt down to her thighs and then on down to take it completely off. With another grin at me, she flipped it into the backseat and started to unfold the map. She studied the map for several minutes and then asked me. "What highway is this, we're on?" I told her and she went back to studying the map. After another few minutes, she folded it up until the section she wanted was showing, but the map was small enough to handle. She folded it in half one last time and stuck it down between the seats. "There's a small town a little ways ahead, and just past there is state highway 292, take a right and lets cruise. It will take us as far as the state line before we have to make any route changes." She got settled more comfortably into her seat and asked. "Well, how do you like my cruising outfit?" I had set the cruise control for right at the speed limit, and now that we were away from the city, the traffic was very light. Even the rain had slackened off to a light misting of drops. We were running along a flat level stretch of road, so I looked over at her and then grinned as she undid the two buttons holding the blouse closed and turned to lean against the door. Her left leg was up on the seat with her ankle and foot under her right thigh. Her right foot was on the floor with her knee raised and pointed toward the dash. Sitting down in the seat the way she was, brought her shoulders about level with the side window. The slightly parted blouse hid her left breast but silhouetted the right against the light colored cloth. The small patch of trimmed hair on her mound made an arrowhead pointing down to the hard bud of her clit, peeking at me from the top of her slit. The lips of her slit were pulled back and a small slice of the pearl pink inner lips could just be seen. I was still grinning as I looked back at the road for a second, and then back at her. "Hmmm, looks like a great outfit to get yourself raped with. Or better yet, keep your eye out for a roadside park and I'll have you for lunch. Hell, I think I'll just pull over right here." "Oh no you won't. You keep driving, I'm not through teasing you, I mean punishing you yet. Anyway, its way to early in the day." She said laughing. I love that sound and I hadn't heard it in a very long time it seemed. As I drove into the small town, Chris turned around to face forward and held the blouse closed over her lap, until I exited the other side. She continued to sit that way for a little while after we left the town and pointed out the turn for me. I made the turn and we had only gone a little ways, when she told me to slow down and to turn into the next side road I saw, which I did. I gave her a questioning look but didn't say anything. A little ways farther there was a small narrow lane to the left and Chris had me pull in there and stop. After I shut off the motor I turned to her with a big grin. She laughed and said. "It's not what you think, this little blouse just isn't right for me, riding around naked. What I need is one of your short sleeved western shirts with the long tail. Did you pack any of them?" I chuckled and answered. "Yeah, I packed the blue plaid looking one and the two tone gray one. Which would you prefer?" She smiled and said. "The gray, I think. Doesn't it have snaps instead of buttons?" When I nodded she continued. "That's the one I want then." The rain was just a light mist here under these trees, as I got out and opened the trunk to rummage through my bag to find the shirt. I returned to my door and handed the shirt to her. Grinning at me, she opened her door and got out. Slipping her blouse off, she tossed it into the backseat and looked at me across the roof of the car. "If those two guys at the store could only see me now they would cream their pants." She said with a laugh. Slipping on my shirt, she asked. "What have you got on under those shorts?" "My bikini briefs, why?" I answered. Getting back into the car, she said. "If I'm going to ride around naked, then those have got to go. Shuck them and add them to the pile in the back seat." I looked down into the car at her, then shrugged, and did as she asked. I resisted the urge to look around before I pulled my shorts down and stepped out of them. When I wiggled out of the tight underwear, my manhood jumped to its full upright position. I reached down and ran my hand over and around it. Oh, the freedom I felt, now that I had the underwear off. It had been almost painfully tight at times. "Hmmm." Chris said. "I like it when you play with yourself in front of me. To bad you can't ride around naked too." I grinned, then laughed as I sat down in the car and laid the shorts on the console. As I started the car, I asked. "Why can't I? This tee shirt is long enough to cover me fairly well and we can go a long ways before I have to stop for gas." I backed out and headed back for the highway. As I made the right onto the highway, Chris leaned over and wrapped her fingers around my shaft, lightly stroking up and down the length of it several times. "Damn, that thing is as hard as a rock. Has it been that way since I started teasing you?" She asked and when I nodded, she continued. "I've definitely neglected you for way to long, that's for sure. I think it's time I started making it up to you. Let's find that roadside park you were talking about; I'm feeling awfully hungry all of a sudden." I chuckled and said. "The car has cruise control and a tilt steering wheel, what do we need a roadside park for?" She grinned over at me, as she turned in her seat and laid down with her head over my lap. "You do have a point, I just hope there are no cops or small towns up a head, because once I start, I'm not letting go until I get a long hot drink out of this thing." With this said, she ran her tongue around the head and sucked it into her hot mouth. I groaned at the first sexual contact I'd had in well over two months. I didn't figure I would last very long and I was right. Chris's tongue and mouth were going wild; she had never put this much enthusiasm into a blow job in her life. I could feel my nuts tightening up as she sucked more and more of me in. By the time her nose bumped my pelvic region, I was breathing hard and groaning loudly. She held me deeper in her mouth than she ever had and I heard her moan, as well as felt it on the head of my dick. The muscles of my ass tightened up even more, as she started to bob her head quickly up and down, while pressing her tongue to the side of my shaft, causing the head to rub along the roof of her mouth. The fifth time her head went down, I knew there was no way I could hold back and came with a rush. Holding me deep in her throat, I could feel her swallowing and moaning around the head and shaft. As my eruption subsided, she applied a tight suction and moved her mouth up, until just the head remained inside. She fluttered her tongue all around the head before removing it and licking it with strong firm strokes, like it was the last ice cream cone in the world. Slowly I felt my ass, stomach, and thigh muscles relax, except for a twitch or jerk from her continuing teasing of the head. She gave me one last long lick, from the base to the head and then sat up. She grinned over at me, as she ran her hand up and down the still semi hard shaft milking the last drops of semen out. She leaned back over and licked greedily at the head and her fingers and sucked the soft head between her lips one more time. By the time she sat back up and released me, I knew I was drained to the last drop. Sitting there, she grinned at me again and licked her lips. "Damn, talk about your full meal deals. Sausage with cream filling, I thought you were never going to stop squirting. You've never cum that much before have you?" She asked. I shook my head and said. "You've never given me a blow job like that one before. There at the end, I could have sworn you were cumming as hard as I was." She giggled and answered. "I was. I couldn't believe it, but I was. Usually, giving you head is just something I have to do from time to time to keep you happy, but for some reason today, it was something I wanted to do for you. The thought of you eating my pussy and how much I like it and how hard I cum when you do, all flooded through my brain at one time and I decided it was time to return the favor. By the time I had you all the way in my mouth, I knew I was going to cum even if you didn't." She paused a moment and smiled at me in that old loving way, like she used to before the accident. Then she laughed. "You're in trouble now. You may be getting more blow jobs than you can handle from now on. That was one of the most satisfying orgasms, I've ever had and I plan on finding out if it will happen again." I chuckled and said. "That is a kind of trouble every man dreams of having. Throw me in that brier patch, I dare you." She laughed with me and leaned over to kiss me on the shoulder. She sat back and eyed the space between our seats for a moment and then said. "I hate these bucket seats, I can't cuddle up next to you. I'm trying to figure out why we bought a car with bucket seats anyway. Our old car had a bench seat and I could snuggle up under you arm while you drove. I loved doing that. What changed?" I looked over at her and shook my head. "I don't know? I think we got complacent with each other and took our love for granted there for a while. Maybe we needed a wakeup call to get us back on track?" Chris sat back against the door and looked at me for a few seconds. I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. Finally she said softly. "I think you are right. You always say that everything happens for a reason and I'm beginning to believe that is true. I know that I love you and that you love me, but sometimes that's not enough. Sometimes we have to show and prove our love in some unselfish way. To give and not to expect anything in return but the others love. That's what you have done for the last few months; you've spent your time and energy helping me to get over this and I haven't even given you the time of day. I know the lose of the baby hurt you as much as it did me but I didn't think of that or the fact that I was taking and not giving anything back. I think that is going to change from now on, now it's my turn to give." There was a small roadside park ahead and I pulled in there. Shutting the car off, I turned and took Chris in my arms and hugged her tightly, as a tear rolled down my cheek. We held and rocked each other for a long time. When I sat back, there were tears on Chris's cheeks, as well as my own. I reached up and brushed her tears away, saying. "I don't think it has anything to do with taking turns, it has to do with who needs what the most and back then you were the one most in need. I hurt, yes, but I had my work and I had to take care of you. That got me to the point, where I could work through it. You just took a little longer that's all. It will all work out in the end, I guarantee you. What doesn't kill us, will make us stronger, someone once said, and that applies to us right now." She smiled at me and leaned over for a kiss. Our kiss started out sweetly but soon the passion was building. Our lips were locked, as our tongues danced and fenced with each other. Our hands roamed at will over each other's bodies and our passion grew by leaps and bounds. I think we would have made mad passionate love right then and there, if another car hadn't pulled in and a family group piled out of it. We broke apart giggling and laughing like two high school kids almost caught on lovers lane. I started the car and got us back on the road, grinning the whole way. "So much for getting ate at the roadside park." Chris said with a laugh. "I should have taken you up on that offer back when you wanted to pull over." We were entering a small town about then, so I said. "I would now but I think we would draw an even bigger audience than we would have had at the roadside park." Chris laughed and flashed me by opening the shirt up and then closing it quickly. I chuckled and said. "Speaking of food, are you hungry? It's getting to be afternoon and these little towns close up at dark." Chris laughed and answered. "Food wasn't what I was talking about and you know it, but now that you mention it, I could eat a horse. This sexual tension and games take a lot of energy to maintain. Since we're not exactly dressed to go into a nice restaurant or even a not so nice one, let's see what's available for fast food." There was a McDonalds on the east end of town and we decide it would do. We were going to go through the drive through. I voiced my worries about the way we were dressed but Chris just grinned and said. "Hey this shirt covers everything and you can't tell if I'm wearing shorts or not. Now that tee shirt you're wearing, may cover everything but it's very obvious that that's all you have on." She laughed and laid my shorts over my lap. "That's not great but it is better than nothing. I wonder how the local jail is around here?" She was laughing again as I pulled up and placed our order. We pulled up and paid at the first window and got our food at the second and no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. I breathed a sigh of relief as we pulled back onto the highway, which made Chris chuckle. As we left the small town behind, the rain had finally quit and the sun was shining just above the trees behind us. As we were discussing where we would stop to eat our meal, we passed a small state park sign. I turned around and we entered the narrow park road, following it down to a small lake with a few scattered picnic tables. There were no other cars in the lot, so we drove down to the very end and parked. I got out and slipped on my shorts and stretched, as Chris got out on her side and walked back to the trunk. I walked back and opened the trunk, so she could fine a pair of shorts to wear while we ate. I stepped back a couple of steps and admired the view she presented in my western shirt. It had a long tail in the front and back but was cut up high on the sides of her hips. It accentuated her long tapered legs and just showed a hint of her ass cheeks. The Road Trip She turned around to see my look, grinning she asked. "Are you enjoying the view?" I grinned back at her and nodded. "Just beautiful. You are one sexy lady and I love you; what else can I say?" She smiled and stepped over to hug me and give me a sweet kiss. Stepping back she grinned and asked. "Do you think I can just wear this, or should I put on the shorts?" I took a look around and answered. "Just carry the shorts with you, so if anyone shows up, you can slip them on. With all the rain and the time of day, I don't think there will be anyone down here but you never know." With a grin she closed the trunk lid and walked around to her side of the car and got out the bags with our food. When I walked over to help, she handed me the cokes. She had snapped the middle two snaps when she had gotten out earlier, but now she undid them again. "You like me this way don't you?" She asked looking into my eyes. I smiled and gave her a quick kiss. "Uh huh, I sure do. I've always liked to look at you naked and here in a public place, it's even more of a turn on for both of us I think." She grinned and picked up the sacks and turned to walk over to one of the tables with an exaggerated swivel and sway of her hips. I chuckled and followed her. We sat on the stone bench and ate our meal with small talk; giggling and laughing like a couple of school kids. We were in no real hurry and spent some time enjoying each other's company and the quiet surroundings. The sound of the light wind whispering through the pines above our heads mingled with the sounds of tree frogs and crickets. The sun was well down and it was getting dusky dark, when our peace was broken by a pair of headlights on the entrance road. Chris stood up and stepped behind me to slip on her shorts, then she buttoned the shirt up quickly. I gathered up the trash from our meal and dropped it into a can nearby. The green pickup truck drove slowly along and came to a stop behind our car. The sign of the truck said State Forestry Service. The older man driving the truck leaned out the window and said. "Folks, the park closes at dark. I need to check the other picnic area and I'll be locking the gate on my way out. Thanks for visiting and for keeping the place clean. Please, come back and visit us anytime." Then he rolled up the window and drove off, turning into a small road we hadn't seen earlier. Chris laughed and said. "I guess that's our cue to leave. He's right though, we do need to remember this place and come back and visit it. I think we could have some fun running around naked in the woods here. What do you think?" I laughed and nodded my head. "I'd love to run naked through the woods with you. What a sight that would make? We'd scare the hell out of the local wildlife; not to mention a local Boy Scout troop or two." She laughed as she got into the car. "Girl Scouts, camp too you know." I chuckled as I took off my shorts and got into the car. She laughed and slipped her shorts off and undid the snaps on the shirt. "I almost forgot to get into my cruising uniform. Lets hit the road before the ranger locks us up in here for the night. Although that wouldn't be a bad idea if we were prepared for it. I can think of all kinds of things we could do here by ourselves all night." I laughed as we drove toward the highway. "Yeah, an sleeping isn't one of them." She laughed and answered. "You got that right." We had only made a few miles, when it started to rain again, and rain hard. I was down to less than twenty miles per hour in places as it was raining so hard. Chris cuddled up in her seat and let me concentrate on the road. We had seen no traffic at all since we left the park. After about fifteen minutes the rain slacked off and I could see the road much better. We pulled out onto a long straight stretch of highway and I sped up to the speed limit. Chris kept looking back and then ahead for a ways, then she said. "Stop the car. Stop right here in the middle of the road; don't pull off." I looked over at her and did what I was told. As soon as the car was stopped, she took off the shirt and got out of the car totally naked. It was still raining fairly hard as she ran around the car. Soaking wet she stopped at the door and said. "Come on, don't be a stick in the mud. Get naked and join me." She ran to the front of the car and stood in all her radiant glory right in the headlight beams. With a big grin, she shook her shoulders which caused her breasts to roll and shake. I shook my head and shrugged out of my tee shirt. I laughed at the sight of my wife completely nude dancing in the headlights of the car right in the middle of a main highway. I climbed out to join her. Crazy is as crazy does, I thought to my self. The rain was cool and I was soon drenched. Chris ran over to me, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me like a wild woman. I returned the kiss and hugged her tightly to me. Her hands were running all over my shoulders, head, and neck. I let mine roam freely over her body as well. It was warm where we touched but cool where the rain hit us. It was so sensuous and for some reason very thrilling. I had a hard on in a moment, which seemed to increase Chris's excitement. Suddenly she broke our kiss and dropped to her knees sucking my manhood into her mouth. Her mouth was so hot and her tongue felt so good on the head. After a minute she stood up, moved over to sit on the hood of the car, and spread her legs wide. "Your turn." She said with a big grin. I didn't need a second invitation. I was on my knees in a flash and had my mouth on her opening and was shoving my tongue as far up inside her as I could. Her hands found my hair and she pulled my mouth tighter to her sex. I didn't move my tongue but a few times before she started to climax and I do mean climax. She was arching her back and flexing her hips against my face, while pulling me tighter yet with my hair. Her orgasm went on and on. I don't think anything could have stopped it, not even a semi truck. One flew by with a blare of the air horn as it blew air and the rain in a stinging sheet over us. This just seemed to make her cum harder. After a time she relaxed her grip on my hair and gentle pushed my head away. I sat back on my heels and grinned at her. She was breathing hard and fast all sprawled out there on the hood of the car. I wondered just how much the trucker had seen as he flashed past. I also wondered if Chris even realized that the truck had been there. She laid there for a long time with the rain streaming down her body and her eyes closed. Finally she sat up and grinned at me. "Damn, what an orgasm. I didn't think it was ever going to stop, not even when that truck went by. In fact, I think it started all over again as it dawned on me that the truck driver had seen me getting my pussy ate on the hood of a car in the middle of the road in a rain storm." She laughed and rolled over on the hood. She let herself slid slowly down until her feet touched the ground. She was laying over the fender with the headlight shining between her legs. I couldn't resist and stood up right behind her. When my manhood touched her ass she jumped and looked at me over her shoulder. "You wouldn't?" She said. With a grin I gripped her hips and pressed forward, slowly sinking into the depths of her hot slippery sex. She whimpered and then groaned as my hips pressed against her firm ass cheeks. "What if another truck comes by?" She asked as I reversed course and pulled most of the way out. I slammed back into her hard enough to make a loud smacking sound as my hips met her ass. She groaned again and wiggled her ass. With long full solid strokes, I fucked her right there over the headlight. From her grunts and moans, I knew her orgasm was building as mine was. A dozen more strokes brought a whining sound from her chest that signaled she was nearly there. I was and hoped I could hold off until she made it. It was almost simultaneous. I exploded and drove deeply into her only to feel her humping and grinding back in the throws of her own orgasm. It felt like I came a gallon and she came with me the whole way. Each time I squirted into her, her whine went up a notch until it was a full yell. I held onto her hips and marveled at the boiling, rolling sensation of our connection. I had never felt anything like it in all of our lovemaking. She had her back arched and her head thrown back as she moved her ass from side to side trying to drive me deeper still. By the time we both subsided, my knees were barely holding me up. She slowly lowered herself to the fender and relaxed except for a shiver than ran through her body ever so often. We stayed this way for several more minutes; until I saw a set of lights come around the curve at the start of the straight section. "Uh, I think we have company coming and I hope it ain't the cops." Chris giggled and eased up off the car. "If you'll pull that thing out, we can get into the car." I said. "Huh?" I was still as hard as a rock and still deep inside her. "Oh, ok." I said still not quite active enough in the brain to think clearly. I pulled my hips back and was surprised at how tightly she was gripping me. I came free with a sucking sound and we beat a hasty retreat inside the car. I got it into gear and moving by the time the other car flashed past us. Chris laughed and said. "I don't think my little kitty wanted to let go of that bone." "Let go of it? I thought it was trying to chew it off." I said with a chuckle. "The outside of your body isn't the only place you've toned up. You've got quite a grip down there lady." Chris laughed. "You talk about your war stories, we made a couple tonight didn't we? I don't think anyone would believe us if we told them though." I chuckled and shook my head as we drove on through the night. That was nine months ago to the day and today I became the father to a six pound, eight ounce, bouncing baby boy. Mother and son are both doing fine, I'm happy to report. We named him Raymond after her grandfather, although the names Hood, Highway, and Rain were discussed before we settled on the right one. If I have my way about it, he will have an interesting nickname or two. You've got to keep people wondering. We figure in three or four months, we're going to go visit that little park and make him a sister. What do you think? The Road Trip To refresh the reader's memory I am a petite, (under five foot), female with a petite body to match, except for my double C cup breast. I am a brunette with dark brown eyes, dimples and a hint of freckles; my bottom is rounded yet firm and tight. Now that you can picture me in your head let's get to my Road Trip. After my first husband and I divorced, my youngest son, Michael, stayed in Del Rio to finish school. Earlier he had moved to Austin with me for but had gotten homesick and went back home to friends. It wasn't until Ray and I had gotten married and moved to Oklahoma that Michael graduated high school (about '93) and decided he wanted to live with us. We borrowed a pick-up and made the long drive to Texas. After four years of marriage, Ray and I had gotten into our 'kink', which you might say was extreme exhibitionism. Ray loved to show me off and I loved to be shown. I don't know how many times we would be out in public and he would whisper, "Show 'em your pussy," and I would. He also loved to take hardcore pictures of me to work and show his friends. Two or three times a month a couple of his buddies would come over and the three of them would jack-off watching me masturbate. Sometimes Ray and I would fuck in front of them but at that time in our marriage, other than letting them cum on me, I didn't get to fuck or suck either of them (though I wanted to!). A few times when I would kneel in front of Doug, my mouth wide open to catch his cum, he would thrust forward enough to get the head of his cock in my mouth and I lock on to him. It was weird because Ray would have me on my knees in front of them like I was giving head or lay on the floor while they ejaculated on me, and he would tell me catch their cum; sometimes by holding my pussy open like a target or Ray's favorite, opening my mouth. He really loved taking pictures of his of pals cumming on me, rubbing their cocks on my face as they spread their sticky deposit. I think his favorite shot is one where my mouth is overflowing with their cum and their hard cocks are still spurting on my face. Anyway, it was a long, long trip and with all three of us in the front seat it was downright cozy. After the sun set, we were somewhere outside of Gainesville when Ray started rubbing my leg, then my thigh. He motioned for me to look at Michael and with his eyes shut he appeared to be asleep. I knew what Ray wanted, so squirming a bit I worked my skirt up so that I could get hold of the tops of my panties, then taking hold of them, I took them off. Ray loved to play with my pussy whenever we drove, especially in the day time; but even in the dark Ray still loved to finger me. So why should this time be any different. Now keep in mind that Michael hasn't lived with us and Ray had only met him a couple of times; yet Ray has me sitting next to my son, with my skirt pulled up above my waist and my panties somewhere on the floor. I begin to do my usual show for Ray, putting my bare feet up on the dash and pulling my lips apart. I put two fingers in my pussy and begin to finger-fuck myself. Plunging my fingers deep in and out of my hole as my pussy starts leaking out onto the seat. Ray loves to have me spank my pussy when I get wet so he can hear how excited my pussy is. I reach over to check on Ray's 'state of mind' and he is rock hard. Struggling with his buttons, I try to free the 'beast'. With his Levi's now loosened Ray reaches inside his jeans and pulls his cock out for me to stroke. Illuminated by the dashboard lights I can see it glisten as I lean closer, bringing my mouth closer to it. As I shift my body Ray pulls my skirt up, uncovering my ass, then reaches over and finds my wet pussy. As I start to suck Ray's hard cock he turns on the dome light. My head is between his belly and the steering wheel as I slide my mouth up and down on his cock, letting my spit and saliva run down on my hand wetting him as I tightly grip him. Ray is talking to me, not in a whisper but in his normal voice telling me what a good cocksucker I am and how wet my pussy is. Then I hear Ray ask, "do you like that?' I have a mouth full of his cock and try to mumble back when he says, "You want some don't you, you want your momma to suck your dick?" That was when I realized that Michael is awake, my bare ass and wet cunt right next him. And the dome light is on! I haven't seen my son in 6 months and other than maybe window peeking he has never seen me like this, and here I am slurping up Ray's cock as he rubs my pussy. Ray asked him again, "Do you like your cocked sucked?" "Reach over and touch your momma's pussy. Feel how wet she is." Ray moves his hand and puts his fingers in my ass crack spreading my cheeks apart I feel another hand touching my pussy. Softly stroking my swollen lips, I can feel him searching out my clit, spreading me apart then pinching my very hard clitoris. It felt so incredible, I felt like I was about to gush my juices all over his fingers, his hand. Moving his fingers he gently tries to work them inside me. Slowly he begins to finger fuck his momma's hole. Twisting and turning his fingers pushing deep into my pussy. Ray tells Michael to taste it, lick his fingers so he can see how sweet my pussy is. He then tells Michael he wants to see if his momma makes him hard. He tells Michael to take his dick out. Through all of this I still have Ray's cock in my mouth and I can taste Ray's cum seeping, but I really want to watch Michael pull his dick out. I want to see my baby's hard shaft. Letting go of Ray's dick I sit up as Michael, almost shyly, unzips his Wranglers. Even in the glow of the dome light I can see his excitement by the bulge in his pants. Ray reaches over to pinch my nipple, and then tells me to take my shirt off, no, he wants me naked. Michael watches as I pull my shirt over my head then wiggle out of my skirt. Sitting totally naked next to my son, my eyes are riveted on his hands as he hesitantly starts to pull his jeans down. Straightening up, he raises off the seat to pull his jeans and underwear past his ass, down to his knees. With his back arched his hard cock springs free and immediately I take it in my hand as he sits back on the seat. Almost in one motion I bring my face down to his crotch and begin sucking my youngest son's dick. His cock head so big and tight I can barely fit it in my mouth as I try to wrap my lips around him. Oh My Gawd!! His cock is at least eight inches and his head seemed 2 or 3 inches bigger around than his shaft. Ray pulls to the side of road to stroke himself as he watches me drain Michael's young cock. That's right, I had barely started sucking, driving it as deep as I could to the back of my throat that he erupted in an overflow of cum. Ray loves to watch cum running down his dick when I suck him so I let Michael's cum leak down my hand onto his lap. Ray has reached over to pull my hair back to give them both a better view, and then with his other hand, puts it on top of my hand as I grasp Michael's thick manhood. I bring my head up off Michael's cock to watch Ray stroking my son's still hard cock. I pull my hand away giving Ray sole access as he continues. Then squirming I crawl to the floor board, wedged between Michael's legs, my face is just inches away as Ray leans towards Michael's lap and begins sucking my boy's cum-covered cock. I was shocked! I loved it! Ray licked all over his shaft and head, cleaning all of Michael's spilt semen, then began sucking his balls, as if he was intent on getting every bit of his cum. Trying to fit his ball inside his mouth, Michael was moaning as Ray was slowly jacking up and down with his hand. I could tell Michael was getting close to another climax as Ray quickly sped up his motion. Ray covered Michael's cock once more with his mouth in time to catch the second eruption. Both men were moaning as Michael thrust rapidly into my husband's mouth, emptying everything he could into Ray's throat. It was then I realized that Ray had also shot his wad. Spraying on the truck seat with some landing on my arm; without even touching himself Ray had blown his wad while Michael was cumming in his mouth! Did I mention that we are on I-35, parked on the shoulder, just outside of Gainesville, with the dome light on and cars and trucks whizzing by? Heck, there were even street lights shining on our little family reunion. Michael opened his door and I crawled out of my too cramped space; still naked, I stand next to the truck as Ray sits up and tells me to clean his cum off the seat. Michael gets out of the truck as I lean across the seat licking up the still warm jizm. I didn't realize Ray had so much cum as I ran my tongue over the sticky vinyl, trying to get every last drop of his man-goo. Michael was standing behind me watching my nasty little clean-up when Ray noticed his still hard cock. Ray took hold of my hair and rubbed my face in the remaining cum, making sure to get all over my face. Then with me standing barefoot and naked on the shoulder of an interstate highway, Ray tells Michael he wants to watch him fuck me. I could feel my pussy juice running down my legs as Michael pushes his pelvis against me. What a beautiful gift my husband has given me as my baby boy slowly slides his dick inside me. I feel his swollen head almost 'pop' into me as his large dick begins to fill my pussy. Stroking me slowly back and forth then speeding up until he is slamming hard against me, almost knocking the wind out of me as he forces his cock deep within me. Looking up I saw my husband, his hand tightly gripping his own member, his cock-head purple, as he strokes himself. There on the side of I-35 while my husband jacked-off, my son, Michael, fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. I couldn't have been more ecstatic as I feel his thick member banging into me as I remember telling him, "Harder baby, harder. Cum in your momma's pussy." The Road Trip The Road Trip, Part 1© By Owengreybeard The smell of gasoline vapor hit my nose with a pleasant tang as the liquid sloshed into the tank. The handle of the hose nozzle chilled quickly as the fuel was borne out of the ground and into my Electra Glide Classic. My friend Craig sat astride his aging Panhead on the other side of the pump, waiting his turn to fuel up. "You better check your oil, CC. It's been a hundred and fifty miles since you added any, so it's probably nearly empty. If you want, I could blow my nose into the oil tank...I think most of the smoke that ugly old bitch is spewing out went up my nose or onto my windshield." His middle finger slid up the side of his face, pushing his goggles up and onto his half helmet. We bike riders are masters of sign language, even if our vocabulary is somewhat limited. "Where to next?" he asked, an easy smile appearing on his face. The old tanker goggles had pressed creases onto his already wrinkled cheeks, but the day Craig rode behind a windshield would be the day he died. "How about taking the 198 through the Smith River canyon and have lunch at Crescent City?" I asked. "Cool," He responded. "I like the little restaurant over by Tex's bait and tackle. Let's hit the little bakery downtown first, though, okay?" "Sounds good to me. Lead the way, if the old girl will start, that is." After a cold stare in my direction, he flipped the old bike pedal out and to my astonishment, the ancient hog fired on the first kick. I think Craig was surprised too, but he hid it well. We turned right down Second Street and parked in the little corner of the parking lot in front of the bakery. Music drifted out of the front door, and as we walked inside, the smell of yeast and coffee mixed pleasantly with the sounds of a trio playing for their pastries. I knew all three of the people and made eye contact with the singer, who smiled and nodded. His son slapped the Cajon with decisive energy and his wife had a nice bass line rolling off her Fender 5-string bass. "They must have known we were comin'," Craig said as the trio started off with the classic 'China Grove'. The young woman behind the counter looked up shyly and I asked for two blueberry/cream cheese bagels. She moved to get the food from the glass case to her right, and I watched her as she moved. It was not immediately evident, but if you'd watched her as often as I had, you'd see the curvature in her rigid spine and the stiff-legged limp when she moved behind the counter. She was beautiful and quite exotic. Her dark eyes and black hair spoke volumes about her Indian/Pakistani origins. She was quite petite, probably less than five feet tall and whip thin, save for what appeared to be an ample bust. Her smile was amazing, and I'd found myself spending more and more time thinking of her in the last few months. "Is that your motorbike, Owen?" She asked, looking past me into the parking lot. "If you mean the rusty white panhead pile of bolts out there by the bike rack, then no. If, on the other hand, you're talking about the beautiful red Harley-Davidson Electra Glide beside it, however, then you are absolutely right, Talin." Craig's eyes circled skyward, but he said nothing. "I have never been on a motorbike, Owen. My sister says it is like flying, scary and wonderful at the same time. Is that how it is for you?" "I haven't thought about it like that for a while, Talin, but I guess it is kind of like flying. When do you get off of work?" I looked at Craig, and saw an almost imperceptible wink. "I will be done in about fifteen minutes, why?" she asked. "Well, Craig and I are riding over to the coast and back when we leave here. I have some gear and a spare helmet in my bags and you're welcome to ride along if you'd like to. We'll be back just after dark, and I'll even spring for dinner. What do you say?" "OH! That would be amazing! You're sure it wouldn't be too much trouble?" "Well, Talin, the bike and I are going to go one way or another, and I don't think Annie will even know you're on the back, you're so tiny." "Who is Annie, Owen?" "Sorry. Annie is the bikes name. I named her after my wife." "I haven't heard you talk about a wife, Owen." Craig cleared his throat and got a refill in his travel mug, then walked outside, clearly uncomfortable. He is a lot more sensitive than he lets on. "She died a few years back, Talin. I don't talk as much about her as I should, I guess. It feels like I'm an old whiner when I do." Talin looked at the shop floor. "I'm very sorry, Owen." She said softly. "It's ok, Talin. Water under the bridge. So, are ya going to come along?" "I would love to. I have never been on a motorbike, and I have never seen the ocean." "Well, let's go, then." I walked out to the parking lot and found Craig fussing with his bike. "Way to go, old man," Craig said through a shit eating grin. "Get your mind out of the gutter, ya perv. She's young enough to be my daughter." "What was that, Grampa?" he laughed. "When that pig breaks down, you are walking; you know that, don't ya?" "It'll be worth every step," He said with a smile. Talin came out of the café when her shift was over, and I had some gear ready for her to try on. I'd pulled Annie's riding leathers out of the right side bag and laid them out. They smelled like leather and like her perfume, and I found myself staring at them for a while longer than I should have. I hadn't taken them out since I put them in the bag after her last ride. Her last ride. 2 We'd gone on a short ride even though I could tell she wasn't feeling well. The last round of chemo had not really changed the tumors at all, and the doctor had told us that she felt there was no sense in continuing treatment. I had spoken to her outside the infusion center as Annie was getting dressed, insisting on doing it herself, saying, "It's my job to get dressed, and it's your job to get me undressed, OK?" "How long, Sara?" I'd asked Dr. Rostica. "Not long, Owen. She's already showing significant central nervous system involvement. She's starting to drag her left foot when she walks, although she's trying to hide it from you. It's not easy to predict, but soon it's going to go to her spine, and when it does, the pain's going to be unbearable, and there's nothing we can do about it." "If she was an animal, I wouldn't let her suffer like that. Is there anything I can do?" I said softly. "Annie and I have talked about that, Owen, and when the time comes, she'd like me to take care of her. Do you know what that means, Owen?" In answer to her question, I enveloped her in a hug, and we both wept for a little while. I took Annie home and she went right to the garage. As she moved ahead of me, I could see the weakness in her gait; her left hip sagged when she picked up her foot, and the toe turned in and dragged softly on the concrete. She stopped at the doorframe and turned. "Are you looking at my ass, mister?" "You better believe it, lady. You got a problem with that?" "Liar. Let's ride, OK?" "Where to?" "Doesn't matter, does it?" "I guess not. Get your gear on, and I'll get the bike started," I said, watching her grab the leathers out of the side bag. She struggled to get the chaps on; she had to lift her leg with her hands to pick it up, and the grip in her left hand wasn't right. When she was done, she threw her leg down as if it had personally offended her. I looked away just before she glanced up to see if I had been watching. We rode through the October afternoon, the red and golden leaves swirling around us as I took us through the back lanes near the foothills of the Siskiyou Mountains. I smelled burning leaves and cool water as we traveled the roads of our personal history. As we rode, Annie's hands held me and caressed me gently, moving slowly, as if trying to remember the feel of me. My hair became damp with my tears. We got back to the house and pulled into the garage just as it began to rain. I sat on the Harley for a while, just holding Annie's hands in mine. I had to help her get off, and carried her into the house and laid her down on the bed. She dozed as I took her leathers off and undressed her, since it was, as she'd said, my job to do so. It was a job I'd always relished. She'd never been comfortable in her skin, and after 50 years, she still could not take a compliment. It took years to get her to have fun in bed, and she was still very restrained, at least until she got close to orgasm, and then the primitive part of her brain apparently took over, and she let loose and got wild. Now, her hair was mostly gone, there were dark circles under her eyes, and the pain was evident in her every movement. In spite of it all, she still took my breath away. I got her naked and then myself, and I lay down beside her and pulled her to me, her arm and leg thrown over me and her head on my chest under the down comforter. Her breathing was deep as she slept, and I listened intently, fearing each breath would be her last. Eventually, I dropped off as well. I dreamt of times past when we were both young, and the dreams took a decidedly erotic turn. I awoke slowly and realized that the dreams had turned to reality. Annie lay atop me, moving her hips slowly as I slid in and out of her body. Her eyes were downcast and her forehead was on my chest as she watched the union of our bodies. The wispy remnants of her hair were like smoke in my vision, moving in our breath and with our coupling. My grief rose in me and I started to soften. The instant she noticed the change in me, she looked up and made eye contact. She scooped up her right breast and took her nipple in her lips, pulling and moaning, something she would never have done before. "What's the matter mister? Am I not sexy enough for you? I'm pretty horny here, and I'm counting on you for the fuck of my life, OK?" her words seemed slightly slurred, but I was focused pretty tightly on her eyes to notice. She ground her pussy down on me and rotated her hips like a porn star, and I rose inside her. As we fucked, I felt her orgasm thunder through her failing body and she burst into laughter as she came. I followed her into ecstasy shortly afterward. We looked at each other for a long, long time, saying nothing, and finally we both slept, her head on my chest and our bodies still joined. As it turned out, that was the last time we made love. A few weeks went by, and she got worse and worse. Sara had prescribed a concoction called 'Brompton's Elixir', which is Morphine, Heroin and other stuff in a liquid form. It helped for a while, although she went away when she took it. About three weeks later I awoke and washed her her face with a warm wash cloth, changed the diaper she'd begun to need. After I got her cleaned up and tucked her in, I turned to go fix breakfast and heard a noise. Annie's face was sagging a little on her left side and she motioned to me with her right hand. I returned to bed and curled up on her right side. "Got...go..." She mumbled quietly. "You sure babe? You just went." "No... gotta...go. Get... Sara, K? I whispered into her ear, "No... I need more time, baby. She said it would be a while." "Sorry, S'wrong I guess. Hurts, Babe." "I'll get her, Annie." I slid out of bed and numbly walked to the other room. I picked up the phone and put it down a dozen times, until I heard Annie moaning in the other room. "Sara?" I whispered into the phone, "It's Owen. Can you come over right away?" "Oh, Honey. I'll be right there." When I got back to the bed, Annie was covered in a light sheen of sweat and her right hand and arm were shaking. Her left side was completely still, and her left eye was unfocused and partly open. When I got close to her face, her right eye bore into me and she squeezed my hand tightly. "Luu...you...suh...muh...Owah. So...k... soon..." I told her over and over how much I loved her, said things I do and don't remember, and when Sara arrived, she had pretty much stopped responding. Sara slid into the bed beside me and put her stethoscope on Annie's chest. She looked up at me, and listened again. "She's gone, Owen. Sara's gone. I didn't do anything to her, I swear it, Owen. She left on her own. I'm so very sorry." And so Annie began her last ride. Craig and several other friends came over and spent the day with me, and we had a private wake for her a couple of days later, which she would have been very opposed to. It was almost three years after she died before I rode again. The Glide hadn't been touched since she died, so Craig and a couple of friends came over and serviced her and got her ready for me. They then badgered me mercilessly until I went riding with them. It was really, really hard to do, but once I was in the wind, it was almost like Annie was with me again. 3 A tiny hand on my arm shook me out of my daydream. "Perhaps this is not a good idea, Owen?" "Sorry, Talin, I just had a senior moment. See if these will fit you, okay?" "I have to talk to you about something first, Owen." "Sure, Talin. What's up?" "You have noticed that my spine is curved, yes?" I nodded and said, "Is the riding going to be painful for you?" "No. actually the curvature is only awkward in that my spine is very rigid, so I cannot flex like most people. Thankfully, it is not painful at all. The problem is my left leg. I had polio when I was 4 years old, and so I wear a brace and an extension. That leg is actually nearly a foot shorter than the other. You cannot see it because I am always behind the counter. I am hoping that my being...unusual... will not be a problem." I hugged her to me and said, "I don't have a problem with you, Talin. As a matter of fact, I was actually about to have the same conversation with you." Her lush eyebrows rose, and I put my right foot on the rear passenger footboard and pulled up my pant leg to expose the carbon fiber stump socket and prosthetic foot. Talin's hand rose to her mouth, and I thought I'd screwed up until she reached out and felt the carbon fiber with her hands. "Wow. That's amazing! You'll have to show me how it works someday." "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours," I said, and then immediately regretted saying. "Ready or not, here I come!" she replied and dropped her billowy cotton pants. Craig and I both stood there like fish with our mouths hanging open. "What's wrong, gentlemen? Have you never seen a woman's panties before?" She said with a smile. "I have a feeling it's a losing bet to dare you to do anything. You are not the fragile flower you pretend to be, are you, Talin?" "My brothers have a nickname for me. They call me 'Abhi' which sort of translates to..." "Fearless. It means Fearless, Talin." Now it was her turn to stand with her mouth open. I pulled open my shirt collar and pulled out the necklace with the two identical charms. She took them gently and looked at them. "They are the same. They are the Sanskrit characters for the word 'Fearless'." "One is mine, the other was Annie's. So, do you think we need to take off your brace to get the leather chaps on?" "I think that would be best. You may have to carry your little flower around like a great elephant, though," Talin said, jokingly. It would be my pleasure, your Exotic Majesty," I said with an exaggerated bow. I knelt and undid the straps of the brace, and slipped the tiny foot out of its little shoe, suspended on a platform above the prosthetic foot upon which Talin normally stood. I smoothed the sock back over her little foot, and she burst into laughter. "Ooo, really ticklish, you!" "I'm sorry, I guess I thought it would be numb, from the polio?" "That's a common misconception, Owen, Polio destroys the motor neurons, not the sensory ones. My foot and leg are actually exquisitely sensitive. And ticklish, too." I slid her pants back on for her and stowed the little brace and shoe in the left saddle bag. I helped her put on the chaps, rolling the left one up and putting the little black shoe on her tiny foot. She hopped over to the bike, her short leg flopping wildly, and held her arms up for me to lift her on. I did so, enjoying the experience particularly intensely, since it was terminated with a quick kiss on the cheek. The black leather chaps looked great on her, and I realized the she must be nearly identical in size to Annie. I hadn't been conscious of the similarities at all until just then. The jacket fit nicely as well, although Talin filled out the bust a little more fully than Annie had. Altogether, it was a nice look for her, even more exotic than she already was. "Wow, Talin, now you look more like my daughter than my grand-daughter, so we're less likely to get arrested for kidnapping you." She laughed gaily and actually seemed to blush, although her dark skin made it impossible to tell for sure. "I think that we need to talk about my age, Owen. You seem to think I am some sort of child, which is amusing at first, but not so much later. I am very attracted to you, so let me say this. My genetics may not have been kind to me as far as my body structure is concerned, but my Great-Grandmother is still quite active at 104 years of age, my Grandmother is 86, my mother is still working at 64. I am the oldest of 7 children, and my youngest sibling is 23 years old. So you see, I may look like a girl, but I promise that I am a woman. Let's ride." "Fair enough. I apologize and I will not make that mistake again, Talin. Go ahead and sit back against the backrest. When we turn, the bike will lean..." She put her finger on my lips and said, "One of the primary modes of transport in India is a contraption called a bicycle, Owen. Perhaps you've heard of them. I am a master in their use, in spite of the fact that I have only a single cylinder to power them with..." "I'm gonna shut up now," I said. Craig was holding his sides and laughing his ass off at this point, and so was Talin. I handed her Annie's helmet and helped her fasten the chin strap, connect the intercom cable, and we were off. Talin sat the back seat like she was born to it. She rode relaxed, looking around me to see the sights. I'd had the footboards and seat raised so that Annie could see something besides the back of my head and shoulders as we rode, and the view seemed fine for Talin as well. The intercom cable let us talk to each other as we rode, and I learned a lot about her and her family. Her parents had brought the family to the US in 1985 when Talin was 15, which astonished me. At 39, Talin was only 13 years younger than me; I would have sworn on a stack of Bibles that she wasn't old enough to drink. Around Grants Pass, she told me that her left leg kept falling off the footboard. After that, I rode with my left hand on her ankle or cupping the little foot to keep it in place. I am pretty sure she was purring after I'd stroked it for a while We pulled over to stretch at the little rest area just past the tunnel on the Redwood highway in Northern California, and all of us used the rest room, including Talin, who pulled her short leg up to her side and hopped into the bathroom, totally ignoring the stares. When Talin came out, Craig and I had found a table and had broken out the blueberry bagels we'd bought at the bakery, along with some coffee. "So, what do you think, Talin? Are you a Harley fan?" "I am so surprised by all this, guys. I have always been afraid of bikers in general; you know the black leather, the noise and all. I like that everybody waves, and the feeling of power that I get from the motor is great, too." Right then Craig piped up. "You think it's a coincidence that so many pretty women ride on the back? All my girlfriends really like this section through the Redwoods." I cocked an eye at Craig when he took a breath. He ignored me and continued to speak. "They can't wait to jump my bones...something about the vibrations the engine produces and the beauty of the place..." He looked at my warning expression and said, "What? I'm just sayin?" The Road Trip Talin giggled and said, "I'll try to maintain my composure, OK?" We got back on the bikes, Talin literally hopping up all by herself, and started down the incline toward the cool shade of Jedediah Smith National Park. As we swept into the first of the gentle curves above the Smith River, I dropped Annie down into 4th and we began our slow chug along the river. About three miles along, I noticed Talin beginning to squirm a little, as if she was uncomfortable. I hit the intercom switch and asked her if her back was okay, and she replied, "Umm. Yeah, I'm fine, Owen. It's really beautiful here. I've never seen a river so clear and the emerald color is amazing, Ohhh." Shortly after that, I heard a pop from the intercom, and I knew that Talin had unplugged her headset/microphone. I was pretty sure I knew what was going on, so I dropped Annie another gear and let her thump. Pretty soon, Talin's hands started to dig into my thighs a little and I could plainly feel her hips rocking against the extra little bit of padding Annie had asked me install at the front center of the seat cushion. Than I felt a shudder and heard the pop of the intercom plug hooking back in. Talin was still laughing as she came back on the line. "You okay back there?" I asked. "Oh yes. I'm very fine. I'm really quite fine, thank you very much. Oh my God, this is wonderful." We stopped at a pull-off near a gigantic grove of trees called Stout Grove. These, in my opinion, are the most awesome trees on the planet. They are large beyond description, straight as arrows, and the rise out of the dark forest into the sunshine in a display that is beyond magnificent. Craig took a call on his cell phone a little ways off toward the road, and I put Talin up on my shoulders like a little girl and we went off into the center of the grove. I was pretty sure I smelled her musk as she came down off my shoulders to stand beside me in the majesty of the dark forest. She looked into the grove with fascination, and I looked at her in the same way. Soon, she whispered, "I think that I have never seen anything so beautiful." Continuing to look straight at her, I said, "Me neither." Just as I finished speaking, she looked up. Dark skin or not, she can blush, all right. Talin held her hands up to me like a little kid, and I picked her up, she wrapped her right leg around my hip and kissed me. I mean she kissed me. Her hands tangled into my hair, her eyes bore straight into mine, and she kissed me, moaning into my mouth as if she'd never kissed before. I felt her short leg dangling against my shin, and picked it up and held it in my hand as we kissed. She leaned back and cocked her head to the side. "I'm not her. You know that, right?" "No, you're not her, Abhi. You are a whole new type of wonderful that I hope to spend some of my life with. Annie was a wonderful person, and I had a great life with her, but she's gone, and it's okay." "You have my butt in your hands." I gave her cheeks a squeeze, the left one felt a lot softer than the other one. "Yeah. You have a problem with that?" "Nope." I switched her position so that I was carrying her like an infant, and we headed back to the parking area, arriving just as Craig was finishing up his phone call. Folding his phone, he said, "I have to go back to Ashland, guys. My daughter's having car trouble. "Is she okay?" I responded. "Yeah, the piece of crap died in the school parking lot. You guys have a great time, alright? I'll check in with you later." He got his old girl started and headed back down toward the river. "Are you ready to see the ocean, Talin?" I asked. "You bet, and you can call me Abhi, if you want. I never liked Talin." We made our way slowly out of the forest and into Crescent City, Abhi's little foot draped across my thigh. Just past the little harbor, there was a long flat beach, and we stopped there. I carried Abhi out to the surf and put her down barefooted. The moment the first wave sloshed over her foot, she hopped back and jumped into my arms. "Yow! That's cold! I think my foot has a headache!" she laughed, surprise on her face. We hung out on the beach for a couple of hours, just talking. It was incredible to have a conversation with a woman again; I'd listened to myself and the radio for far too long, and I found myself sitting back and letting Abhi rattle on about everything and nothing. She had an astonishing intellect, and seemed to be interested in everything I was interested in. Finally, the conversation wound down and it was nearly 5:00 pm. I loaded her up onto the bike and we went over to the Fisherman's Grotto restaurant, and had a great seafood dinner. The sun set just as we finished, and I asked the bartender where to stay for the night. He recommended a B&B down on the Klamath River, and I was able to reserve a room for the night. I told Abhi my plans for the night, and she seemed ok with them, but somewhat reserved. I mentioned it would be about an hour's ride away through the same kind of terrain as we had ridden through near the Stout Grove, and that seemed to improve her mood. We fueled up the bike and headed over the rise and into the deep redwoods. The lights on the Glide made the road like daylight, and we saw a couple of deer and an elk in plenty of time to avoid hitting them. The elk was a giant Roosevelt bull, and to be parked fifteen feet away from an animal that size was a new experience for Abhi. She clung tightly to my arm and hid her eyes for a while, until the elk wandered off into the woods. We thumped deeper into the forest, and just before the Klamath River, I think she had another 'experience' with the vibration and the rear seat. I just smiled and pretended not to notice. We pulled up to the Road House B&B around 8:00, and after I got off to stretch, Abhi took my hand and said, "Can I talk to you before we go in?" "Of Course, Abhi. What's on your mind?" "I just want to thank you for today. It's been so memorable, but you need to know something else about me. My family is very traditional conservative Muslim. As a result, both of my sisters and I were circumcised when we came of age. In the case of my sisters, it was really just a ritual cutting of their clitoral foreskin. With me, though, it was the full procedure. My clitoris was removed along with my inner and outer labia, and I was sewn shut, except for a small opening to pass urine and menstrual flow..." I hugged her to me so she wouldn't see my tears, and said, "It doesn't matter, Abhi. We'll make do, even if it's just holding each other." She wriggled free, wiped my face with her fingers and licked them clean. "You didn't let me finish, you extraordinary big oaf. I had the sewing job opened up when I reached adulthood, but I was told, and believed, that I could not orgasm. Your friend Annie here, proved that to be false on at least two occasions today. What I am saying is that I am fully functional, but I do look different, okay? Oh, remember when I said that there were two things I'd never done before today, ridden a motorcycle and seen the ocean? There were actually three things I'd never done, so could we get registered and take a bath together so I can cross the last one off the list?" Like an idiot, I said, "You've never taken a bath with a man before?" She pulled me down and whispered into my ear, "Owen, I'm a virgin." Well, I'll be damned. 4 I helped Abhi back into her little brace, and we went into the B&B. The owner showed us to our room and told me that I could use the extra stall in the garage for the Harley. I left Abhi getting the bath ready and went to put Annie in the barn. It turned out she was among friends. In the rear of the Garage stall was a Vincent Black Shadow and a late 30's Indian Chief. No wonder they didn't balk at lodging a biker. When I got back to the room, Abhi was sitting on the bed, her braced leg sticking out over the side. "Oh, goody!" I exclaimed. "I wanted to unwrap my present." "Not half as bad as your present wants to be unwrapped," She whispered. I slowly unbuttoned her dark blue linen blouse and let it hang open on her shoulders. My hands went around her back and I released the first of...four... hooks on her Indigo colored bra, then slid the straps out of her sleeves and off the ends of her arms. Only then did I slide the bra out the front of the shirt. Abhi's breasts were far larger than I'd thought; obviously the bra was a minimizer. The heavy orbs just touched each other just where they curved out, and as I watched her nipples hardened and began to push the fabric out. I allowed the cloth to part and the most spectacular breasts I had ever seen came into my view. Her areolas were coned and projected away from the breasts themselves, colored a dark brown. Mounted upon the centers were nipples easily the diameter of my index finger and the length of its first joint. Deeply pebbled, each had a perfect dimple in the exact center. At first, I thought the left was slightly larger than its mate, but the look was caused by the curvature of Abhi's back. Abhi's mouth hung open slightly, and her breath hitched as I cupped her breasts from underneath, raising each to my mouth for a slow suck and a kiss. I released the fasteners on her brace and put it on the floor at the foot of the bed. Her short leg hung limply off the bed. Her thigh appeared to be a couple of inches shorter on the left, placing that knee about halfway up the opposite thigh. I massaged her small thigh, surprised to feel the femur quite plainly through the loose skin. Her lower leg was thinner than my wrist, and when I lifted it, her toes pointed straight down. I put the small leg down and caressed its big sister, this leg strong and firm in my hands. I removed her shirt and let her recline on the pillows I'd placed behind her as I slid her panties off. Her pubic hair was rich and dark at the top, and thinned quickly to near non-existence as it rounded under her mons. I soon saw why. I had seen pictures of Female Genital Mutilation before, so I had prepared myself for the sight, and I was absolutely determined not to betray any negative feelings I might have. In truth, all I could think about is how fiercely it must have hurt to have this gentlest of flesh carved off your body with kitchen tools or worse. Her pussy was bright pink with scar tissue, its texture ranging from shiny and thick at the outside near her thighs, to soft and pliable near her vagina, moist and pulsing, which was centered in the flat, slightly concave area. Above it, the opening to her urethra stood open, the size of a pencil lead. I wanted to kill someone, I wanted to rail against the medieval society which had tried to ruin her for the pleasure of some foolish boy. I wanted to kill, but what I did... was to love. I pressed my face against her mound and kissed it. I moved my mouth over every square inch of the ruined flesh and gave each little segment a heartfelt kiss. I slid my tongue into the entrance to her vagina and I sucked gently on the protruding dome of her g-spot. I rubbed my nose against the top of her mound where her clit would have been, and I plucked with my teeth and lips at the skin over the arch of her mound, where I knew that clitoral nerves and tissues remained. I pulled her hand down to my mouth and slid two fingers into my mouth and sucked gently on them while I tapped softly on her mound with my left hand, my right two fingers deep in her cunt. Her hips began to pulse into my hand, and her eyes were veiled with beautiful lashes as her head rolled slightly side to side. Deep in her vagina, I found a tiny thin curtain of a hymen, and I pulled at it gently with my fingers as they curled up into her g-spot with a steady, insistent rhythm. I took her hands and placed them on her mound, saying softly, "Take over here for a second, OK?" she nodded quickly and continued tapping at her mound as she fingered herself. I slid my pants down along with my shorts, then tugged my shirt off and lay down beside her. I pulled her over the top of me, arranging her limp leg so it would be comfortable. She raised herself awkwardly and I rubbed my pulsing cock on her vaginal opening. It came back shiny and strings of lubricant slid down out of her and onto me. She stared at me as she let her body engulf mine, inch by inch, until I felt the tension at her hymen. "Oh, this is so much better than I could have imagined in my wildest fantasies, you wonderful, wonderful man. I think I love you, Owen!" she dropped onto me with a groan of passion/pain. I lifted her up a little and let her down again, saying, "I'm glad, because I'd hate to be the only person in this room who's in love." I took her butt in my hands and steadied her as she thrust herself up and down on me, adding the strength that her useless left leg couldn't give. Her magnificent breasts bobbed and orbited over my chest in erotic circles all their own. She sat on me, and her hips began to slide forward and back on mine, her scarred mound apparently finding the friction it needed, for soon her eyes rolled and she howled out an orgasm as her vagina clamped onto me like a hot fist, and I answered her shortly with one of my own. Abhi slid off me and started toward the bathroom, stepping down onto her short leg and using her hand to keep the knee from collapsing. It was a fascinating, lurching way to move, and I could only imagine what her big boobs were doing. "Awesome view from back here, Beautiful." I said. "How's it look from the front?" She stopped right at the door and turned. She put her hands on her hips and straightened up, her little leg dangling and her breasts swaying side to side. "You like what you see?" "I adore what I see. Every single sexy inch." "I've waited a lifetime for you. You know that, right?" "Me, too Talin." She reached down, hopping to keep her balance, and pulled on each nipple, hard, eyes closed. They stood right up, and she walked toward me, her breasts shuddering wildly as she dropped onto her short leg. When she got to the bed, she took my cock in her hand and said, "Let's go get wet, okay?" She got no arguments. 5 I started the water in the double wide Jacuzzi tub, and she got busy with my prosthesis. I sat on the edge of the tub (COLD!), and showed her the release for the pylon nut. She sat on the rug in front of the tub, pressed the release and slid the leg off. "Roll the sleeve up next." The sleeve came off, and she began to explore my stump. Her hands move slowly, stroking, smoothing, caressing. Abhi traced the lines of the scars, two fine and delicate, one ragged and half an inch wide. "It's surprisingly soft. I can feel the bone inside, which is strange. Can you tell me how it happened?" "Sure. It was a landmine in the first Gulf War. See the scars on my other leg? That's where shrapnel and pieces of bone went clear through that leg. I almost lost it, too, which would have sucked; that's my gear changing foot." She lifted my stump and kissed all over. For some reason, I started to get hard again. She thrust her chest forward and began to rub my stump with her erect nipples. Her eyes were far away as her plump nubs slid back and forth on my abbreviated leg. Most of the bottom of my stump was numb, due to nerve damage, but once I a while she found a spot that was especially sensitive. The tub was full, so I leaned back and turned the water off. I lifted Abhi by the arms and arranged her leg beside me, foot in the tub, and then slid her onto my cock. She groaned in pleasure as I lifted us both into the water, still coupled. We sat in the tub, surrounded by warm water and bubbles, and I made sure that I was as deep as I could get into her body. We became still, her legs in the water behind me, and mine crooked under her, my stump on top of my ankle to support her. With her impaled on me, her 10 inch difference in height put her in exactly the right place to kiss, and so we did. We explored each others faces and mouths for a while, punctuated by a squeeze by her pussy or a tensioning of my cock. I played with her ass, which she liked a lot. I slid a finger past her rosebud and she moaned a little. "Please tell me if anything is off limits, okay Abhi; I don't want to make you uncomfortable, just happy." I said kissed her eyelids. She gave my cock a massive squeeze with her cunt, and said, "I'm not very experienced with this, Owen, so at this point I don't have any limits. I'll tell you if I am nervous, but I'd like to explore the envelope with you." I slid my finger over her anus again and pushed a little. "Is this okay?" "How do you think I kept my sanity and my virginity for this long, silly man? I'd be disappointed if you didn't explore all my spots." "Oh, Abhi," I said, looking deeply into her eyes. "so much has happened today. I'd be lying if I said I haven't been longing to spend time with you for a year. You are just so beautiful that I thought I didn't stand a chance. This has been the greatest day of my recent life. Thank you." Her eyes flashed, and she leaned back and punched me on the shoulder! "You nit-wit, Owen! You wasted a year mooning over me when I was counting the hours until you came back in for coffee, or bagels, or ANYTHING!?" The look on her face was so furious that I started to laugh. She smacked me again and I pulled out of her and slammed back in again. Her eyes and her jaw dropped at the same time, and she said, "No fair! That's cheating. Oh, please Owen, do that some more." We spent a few minutes cleaning the water off the floor from the splashing. Actually, I spent a few minutes swabbing up the water and Abhi rode me like a pony, rubbing her tits on my back and kissing my ears. I didn't mind the work. WE made love s few more times, until I just couldn't rise to the occasion anymore, and then we slept, Abhi on my chest. I awoke with a start, not really knowing where I was, until I saw her sitting cross-legged on the bed, naked. Then it all came back to me. "I smell something good; something other than your pussy, which seems to release some intoxicating smells." "I was worried you would dislike the odor. I think it's because I have no lips to contain it. It apparently makes noises when I'm horny, also." "I thought I heard something. Do I smell breakfast?" "I had the owner bring it up. I lied and told her it was our honeymoon." "It doesn't have to be a lie, Abhi. I spent hours last night thinking about this. I have never in my life, not even with Annie, felt so instantly connected to anyone. The thought of going to bed back in Ashland without you beside me absolutely fills me with terror." All through my speech, she was nodding, and crying. "Reno is only a few hours from here, Abhi. We can go over the mountains on the 299 into Redding and be in Nevada by nightfall." I slid off the bed and knelt beside it. Abhi's hands were on her mouth and tears were flowing freely down her cheeks. "My God, I don't even know your last name, Darlin. Abhi, I won't survive if you don't agree to marry me." "You could not pronounce my last name, Owen. What is your last name?" "It's Grey." "Then that is what mine will be. I cannot wait to become your wife, Owen." I reached to the bedside table and got the silver necklace I'd purchased at the gift shop yesterday. On it was a charm with the Sanskrit character for 'Fearless'. I put it over her neck and centered it between her lovely breasts. We were on the road by 9:00. Old Annie never ran so strongly in her life. Oh, and by the way, Craig doesn't have a daughter. The Road Trip Authors' Note: This story is a collaboration by Spinningwheels2, (Hayes) and Melanieatplay, (Mel). We hope that you enjoy this story and we invite you to read our other works posted on this site. Melanie's stories can be found here: https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=2098394&page=submissions Hayes's stories can be found here: https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=2303963&page=submissions ***** Richard I opened my eyes, wondering, for a few moments, where the hell I was. Buffalo. Well, I guess somebody has to be in Buffalo. I swung my legs out of the hotel bed, and sat on the edge for a few moments. I don't smoke anymore, but the urge still comes over me in the mornings, especially mornings when I wake up in a city that I don't really want to be visiting. I inched myself down onto the floor, and did the first few bits of the stretching routine that keeps my back in shape. A lifetime of playing bass and guitar, and over a decade of being on the road with No Known Religion, had left me nearly crippled in my early 30s. Ten years later - ten mostly clean years later - I felt in better shape than I'd ever been. At least physically. The mind and the career? Well, still question marks I suppose. John Harvester's 2002 Honda Odyssey, full of guitars, sound equipment and a sleeping bag, waited for me in the parking lot. John was the only member of No Known Religion that I was still speaking to, and I was borrowing his van for a month long trip from my home in Newport, Rhode Island, to Los Angeles. My agent had booked me a couple shows en route, shows where I'd be my new self, the new Richard Danton, the former metal-head who'd recreated himself as an alt-rock singer-songwriter. I wasn't really touring however. At 44 I was recently unattached and homeless, and, professionally, I was unsure about this new music I was playing. A road trip seemed like a good idea - seeing the country on my own, without the van and the entourage, and hopefully stumbling across something meaningful out there on America's open roads. I'd come to Buffalo out of nostalgia. Part of my teenage years had been spent here, in a dumpy house on Virginia Street. That's where I'd taught myself to play the guitar, copying Jimmy Page and Jimi Hendrix licks until I could play them in my sleep. To my surprise, that house was still standing, and looked about as derelict as I remembered it. On my way out of town, I sat in the van outside my old house for a few moments, thinking about that kid 30 years ago - dumping his backpack on his bed after school, and picking up his guitar, and playing until midnight. Jesus, I was such a miserable teenager. Hell, I don't know. Maybe all teenagers are miserable. Ah well. Fuck Buffalo. On the I 71 I picked up my cell phone from the passenger seat and hummed a few melodies into Dictomate, an audio recording app. A couple lyrics came to my lips: And the forgetting would be easier If what I was forgetting wasn't you About as uninspiring as the rest of the crap I was writing these days. What's that saying? Anything too dumb to be written down gets sung instead? A highway sign for Cincinnati gleamed in the sunshine as I blew past in the Odyssey. I dug a cigarette out of the glove box and put an old Def Leppard CD into the stereo. Lock up your daughters, Cincinnati. Here comes new age Richard Danton. Dana I sat on an old, rusted folding chair behind the diner smoking a cigarette. Every minute or so the wind changed direction and a strong, pungent odor filled my nostrils. It was so nice that my employer decreed that our 'smoking area' had to be a mere ten feet from the dumpster, I thought sarcastically. I looked at my watch, only five minutes left on my fifteen minute break and I'd have to get back to my tables or else the manager would yell at me again. I was his best server, and still, he treated me with contempt ever since I rebuffed his advances. What an asshole. My life wasn't turning out how I had dreamed it would in high school. Four years ago, I had it all. I was a cheerleader, the prom queen, and my boyfriend was the star quarterback of the football team. By all accounts, I was one of the most popular girls in my graduating class. Four year later, life looked much different. My handsome former high school boyfriend would be graduating from Ohio State next month and was a top prospect for the NFL draft. In contrast, I was a waitress in a dead end job, in a dead end city, St. Louis. I had grown up in a small, rural town in central Missouri. Seeking adventure and excitement, I moved to the 'big city'. Of course, like the rest of my life, nothing turned out as I had planned. I crushed my cigarette out under my shoe and pushed the disheveled, long locks of blonde hair out of my face and proceeded back inside the diner. My manager looked at his watch and gave me a dirty look. I was only one minute late, that's not a mortal sin right? So many times I thought about just giving in and doing what he wanted. One blow job a week and I could take as many breaks as I wanted, for as long as I wanted. However, there was no way I was going to give him that satisfaction. I didn't have much pride left, but it wasn't non-existent, not yet anyway. The diner was dead, or more accurately, more dead than usual. I delivered a hamburger and fries to the only guy that was sitting in my section. I gave him a big flirty smile as I re-filled his ice-tea. "Thank you darlin," he said, as he ran his big sausage fingers over my arm. He was old enough to be my grandfather. God, how pathetic am I? Flirting with a senior citizen for the hope of getting a decent tip. My depravity knew no bounds. I looked up at the clock. It was 4:00 pm. I watched as my manager grabbed the bank deposit bag and walked out the front door, right on schedule. I had at least a half hour before he'd get back, and the diner was as quiet as a cemetery. "Deb, could you cover my section for a few minutes?" I said to my co-worker, as she gave me a knowing smile. I walked into the kitchen and my eyes briefly locked on the day cook, Larry. His assistant Fernando was engrossed in the task of chopping up heads of lettuce that comprised the main ingredient of the salad mix we'd be serving later on that evening. I bypassed both of them and went into the small employee restroom that was adjacent to the kitchen. I turned around quickly, checking the handle on the door, ensuring that it was unlocked. The bathroom was so small, maybe four feet by four feet, barely enough room for the small sink and toilet, and it was disgusting. The manager ensured that the night crew properly cleaned the customer restroom. However, he couldn't give a shit whether they cleaned this one that the employees were required to use. Even though the tiny space had four 'pine tree' air fresheners hanging in each corner, it barely overpowered the smell of urine that emanated from the toilet and floor. I stood in front of the tiny sink, washing my hands, killing time, until... I heard the door open and peered at Larry's face as it reflected in the mirror above the sink. Our eyes met for a brief second as he slid into the cramped space behind me and almost simultaneously closed and locked the door. In an instant, I felt Larry behind me as he kissed the back of my neck. Without uttering a word, he reached underneath the hem of my server's uniform and tore the thong off my body in one swift motion. I put my hands on the filthy sink and opened my legs as best I could in the cramped space, giving him better access. I felt his coarse, calloused hands forcefully cupping the cheeks of my ass cheeks as he kissed and licked my neck. His movements were urgent, raw, and rough and I could smell the sweat on his body, the result of a long shift that began at five this morning. Larry unceremoniously flipped the hem of my uniform up and it rested on my back. I undid the first three buttons on the front of my uniform and unclasped my bra letting my 34C breasts slip out of the cups. Observing what I had done, he stopped kissing my neck long enough to reach around and I felt his fingers roughly pinch and pull my nipples causing me to let out a low moan. He used my body to help steady himself as he dropped down to his knees behind me. I reached behind and clutched my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, and exposing my most intimate area for him. I whimpered as I felt his tongue enter my vagina and he made loud slurping and sucking noises that vibrated off of the walls of the tiny room. Every few seconds the tip of his tongue would haphazardly, as if almost by accident, brush up against my clit, causing my knees to go weak. As our customers could attest, Larry didn't have many culinary skills, but thankfully, after six months of fucking him, he was finally able to eat my pussy with a small degree of skill. After a minute or so I began to grind myself up and down on his tongue. We had been doing this enough by now that he knew that was his cue. I felt him move his head back and spit, his saliva land on my asshole. Seconds later, I felt his tongue enter my puckered hole which caused me to cry out, and I had to remind myself to keep my voice down, lest my co-workers form a line outside the bathroom door to auditorily observe our carnal pursuits. He pressed his tongue in and out of my ass hard and fast, just the way he knew I liked it. I reached down between my legs and lightly ran my finger between my wet folds gently massaging my clit as I felt my orgasm sweep over me, causing my legs to go weak. Thankfully, I felt Larry's strong arms on my thighs which steadied me until I could recover. Larry stood up again and I heard the zipper on his jeans open and he pulled his short, stubby cock from his pants. I reached behind and pulled the hem of my uniform back up as it had fallen when I was thrashing about as I orgasmed. I felt him rub the head of his penis up and down my slit several times lubricating the tip in my wetness. He pushed himself into me hard, causing me to grunt as he filled me with one short stroke. I had enough room to lay my head down on the sink as he started to slam into me with short, furious thrusts. I knew he wouldn't last long at this pace and I quickly reached between my legs again to rub my clit. Larry wasn't a very skilled lover, and if I was going to achieve another orgasm, I knew I had to take care of it myself. After only about thirty seconds I watched in the mirror as he began to tense up and emit low, guttural grunts. Almost immediately after, I felt his semen squirt into me. Almost concurrently, my second orgasm racked my body, due more from my fingers on my clit than his cock inside of me. I listened for a minute or so as our breathing returned to normal and I felt his cock slip out of me. Without saying a word, he put his member back into his pants, slipped out the door, and returned to the kitchen. Once he was gone, I quickly reached for the toilet paper and wiped Larry's excess semen from my vagina. Some of it had even starting to leak out and run down the inside of my thighs and I made sure to clean that up as well. I wanted to be able to more thoroughly wash myself, but this would have to do until I finished my shift, then I could go home and take a shower. As I stood back up, I caught my reflection in the mirror and it gave me pause. Most days, I hated the person who looked back at me. However, after these sessions with Larry, I loathed myself even more. Richard The show at the 20th Century Theatre in Cincinnati started at 8:00pm. I had the sound check wrapped up by 6:30pm, and then just ambled up and down the streets, trying to work the stiffness of driving all day out of my butt and my back and my shoulders. I found the Oakley Pub nearby, and had a mushroom burger and a beer, and then another beer, sitting on the patio in the May sunshine. At 7:59pm, dressed in jeans, a black shirt with a collar, and a black sports coat, I carried my 25 year old Martin guitar out onto the stage. As 300 plus people applauded, I eased the guitar strap over my neck and shoulder, and picked up the cable and plugged in. The applause continued, but that moment was coming, that moment when an audience's applause shifts from "we're so glad you're here" to "okay, show us something." I had been listening to that slight transition for years now, and as I felt it happen, I leaned towards the mic, looked past the stage lights at the shadowy sea of faces, and said "Hello out there beautiful people of Cincinnati." And two hours of music poured out of me. * After the show I sat in my dressing room, drinking scotch, staring at the wall, at the ceiling. Teri, the theatre manager, poked her head inside eventually and moved towards me, putting her hand on my shoulder and kissing my cheek. "Richard," she said. "Great show. Seriously - great show. I think you made the people of Cincinnati very happy." Teri was probably in her early fifties. She stood about 5'6 and I'd guess her weight to be around 175 to 180. She was wearing tight black slacks, a red top with a black jacket over top. She had straight dark brown hair that ran down almost to her shoulders, with the bangs on her forehead cut across in a straight line. A fairly featureless face was somewhat enlivened by bright red lipstick and what seemed to be fake eyelashes... long, with subtle rainbow colours in them. She was overweight, there was no doubt about it, but somehow she carried it well. I'd guess that she was that girl in highschool who put on some weight but made up for it with sassiness, and had been living that way ever since. Anyway, I wasn't complaining, and I wasn't really thinking about women or sex just then either. "Teri," I said, "I want to play some more." "Play some more?" she repeated. "What, here?" "No. Not here, and not this stuff. I want to play something loud, jam with some kids. Is there a dumpy bar near here that has live music?" "Are you serious?" "Yeah. I get urges for the old days. And to be honest, the 20th Century Theatre didn't do it for me tonight." "Well, sorry Richard," she said, with an "excusssseeeee meeeee..,." hint to her voice. "No, it wasn't the theatre Teri. This stuff I play these days..." I waved my hand slightly. "I don't know. Sometimes I need more." "Well, yeah, I know a place. You want me to take you there?" "No, it's okay. I don't want to waste your time. Just tell me the name and the address... I'll find it with my phone." "Well, Richard," she said, sitting on the arm of the couch. "I might like to go actually. Old school Richard Danton - that sounds like a show. And all I have at home is a surly teenager, if she's even there." I drank back the last of my scotch, and set the glass down on the coffee table. I stood up and put my arm around Teri's shoulders. "The Hell with your teenager," I said. "Let's go." * Thinking that I might want to pass out in it, we took my Odyssey. Teri navigated us to some club where she winked at the bouncers and used my name as a ticket inside. The band on stage reminded me of No Known Religion's early days - loud, and completely artless. We spoke to the sound guys who got a message to somebody who got a message to the band, and at a break between songs I shook hands with the lead guitarist and got handed a surprisingly nice Gibson electric. A hundred people in the audience? A hundred people standing in front of that crappy stage, drinking, sweating, cursing. They hooted and cheered when my name got mentioned even though most of them probably had no idea who I was. I jammed along with several of the band's originals, taking some lead guitar riffs here and there, and even taking the mic when they conned me into playing Something Right Something Wrong from Religion's first album. Teri was up front all night, just at the foot of the stage. She had a bottle of beer in her hand most of the time, waving it in the air as she ground out the rhythm. I watched from the stage, surprised at how into it she seemed to be. I was even more surprised when she hooked up with some random dude who sashayed his way up to her within the crowd of dancing or swaying bodies, and pressed himself hard against her from behind. She let him grope her breasts, and she even reached a hand back for a while to clutch his ass cheek and pull him even harder against her... grinding her fat ass back against him. At the end of the night, when the place had emptied and I was sharing a few drinks and a joint with the band and the sound guys, Teri was at a nearby table, laughing and gossiping with her dancing partner. I watched his hands go to her legs, and hers to his. I didn't feel any jealousy, or envy, just a strange sense of interest, and curiosity. When they disappeared off towards the washrooms, I watched them go, and when they were gone long enough to guess that something was happening, I set my drink down and wandered after them. I went into the men's room, and found no one there. I took a piss and then shrugged and walked into the women's washroom, saying "Hello" as I entered. Teri was leaning back with her ass against one of the three sinks in the room. The man she'd been flirting with was on his knees in front of her, his face buried between her legs. He was holding her left leg in his hand, holding it high against his shoulder. Her right hand was on his head, her fingers in his hair, pulling him into her. He must have known what he was doing, for Teri's head was back, and she was moaning deeply. The washroom was lit, or pretended to be lit, by three dim bulbs above the mirrors at the sink. The dim light, and the fog of alcohol, made it a surreal scene. Teri in her black jacket and red top, her slacks and panties lying on the filthy floor. The guy barely even real, just a sexual animal presence in the shadows. I moved towards the toilet stalls, leaning against them, behind Teri and her guy. Her eyes caught mine and she smiled. "Danton," she said, "come on over here." I wavered. I could imagine my tongue in Teri's mouth. I could imagine this sassy, fleshy brunette kissing me open and wet, and likely going down on me, taking my cock deep into her mouth. And I could imagine cumming and cumming through a long orgasm, Teri drinking me down, licking up the last drops, holding my shaft in her hand as she cleaned me. But the will, the energy, to push away from the toilet stalls wasn't there. I shook my head. "Can I watch?" Teri pushed the man's head away from her, and he rocked back on his heels. She turned, her hands on the sink, looking over her shoulder, waving her large full ass at him. "Come on baby," she cooed, "drive mommy home." He never even looked at me. His hands went to his belt, his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping. His cock free, he stroked it three, four times, his right hand on Teri's ass cheeks, caressing, measuring, assessing her. He lifted his left hand from his cock, and spit into it, then smeared his saliva up and down his thick cock. "Grab your ass cheeks for me, baby," he moaned. "I'm going to use the back door." "You naughty fucker," Teri teased, but she did as he asked, reaching behind her, taking her full ass cheeks in her hands, spreading them wide, exposing her ass crack, allowing him to guide the tip of his swollen cock against her asshole. He wasn't very gentle. Teri gasped and swore angrily as he drove hard into her ass. She let go of her left ass cheek to use her arm to brace herself against the mirror on the wall, but she kept holding her right cheek, and pushed herself back as he plunged into her. She hung her head low as he began thrusting hard into her, his hands firm on her waist, pulling his hips back, filling her over and over again with cock. Teri had to use both hands now to anchor herself, her left outstretched towards the mirror, her right clutching the dirty sink. He moved a hand up to her breasts, gripping the huge sloppy things through her red top and through her bra, massaging them roughly as he pounded her ass. The Road Trip He gasped and shuddered when he came, Teri's ass cheeks squeezing back on his cock as a load of hot sticky cum poured into her. She milked the cum from him, pushing back and clenching as his thrusts slowed, savouring everything she could get from this man. Finally, he slid out of her, and looking over his shoulder, said "how'd you like that old-man?" "Hot," I answered, not really having thought anything about it at all. "Hot, yeah, nice." He moved to a sink, lifted his cock over the edge, and rinsed himself off. Tucking himself back in, he slapped Teri's ass and left the washroom. Teri moved to a toilet stall, pushed the door open, and walked inside. I could hear her rip off lengths of toilet paper to clean herself off as well. I moved to one of the sinks, turned on both taps, and leaning forward, splashed water over my face, rinsing some over my neck as well. The guy looking back at me in the mirror showed every single one of his 44 years, and maybe a few extras as well. Grey was seeping into my dark brown hair, but I didn't have any urge to hide it. Didn't even have the energy to think about hiding it. Truth be told, I was weary. The marrow in my bones was weary. No Known Religion had taken its toll on me, and I'd been glad to leave that life, and those assholes, behind. But I hadn't really replaced that life with anything - at least not with anything that mattered to me. The singer-songwriter thing made some money, but it wasn't "me" - whatever "me" was at this point in my life. Teri walked out of the stall and put her hand on my lower back. "Give a girl a ride home?" she asked. "Yeah, sure Teri," I said. Realizing I hadn't even remembered to book a hotel room in this city. Maybe Teri would let me use her couch. Dana It was nearly 10:00 pm when I finally got to my small, cramped two bedroom apartment that I shared with my roommate. I sat my backpack on the small table in the kitchen and unzipped it. After rummaging around for a few seconds I finally pulled out a small container of leftovers that Larry had managed to scrape together for me from the kitchen. I ran my finger over the cold food. Two small pieces of overcooked fried chicken, mashed potatoes with lumpy gravy, a couple of scoops of canned mixed vegetables, and a small dinner roll. My stomach was grumbling and I was tempted to microwave the food and eat, but then I thought better of it. I needed a shower first. I felt sticky from head to toe. The old air conditioner in the diner just barely kept the heat at bay, and no matter how much anti-perspirant I used, I always felt sticky at the end of my shift. It also didn't help that I let Larry have sex with me in that disgusting bathroom. I still felt the remnants of his semen between my legs and that was enough to make me want to put off eating. About twenty minutes later I emerged from the shower and I felt human again. I heard rustling in the kitchen and I knew that my roommate had made it home. Jill was a checker at Walmart and worked the same shift that I did. I normally was able to make it home before her though. She looked at me and gave me a knowing smile as I entered the kitchen. "You had sex with Larry again, didn't you Dana?" "No comment," I said, giving her a sarcastic smile. She shook her head as she pulled my leftover food out of the microwave and got two paper plates out of the cupboard. We ate silently for a few minutes. Thankfully, she was willing to let my workplace sexual activities drop and let me eat in peace. I didn't need her reminding me how disgusting it was to have sex with Larry, or hear her lecture me about how I could do so much better. "Don't forget about going out tomorrow," she said, once we had finished our meager meal, her voice breaking the silence. "How could I possibly forget," I said, giving her a gentle smile. It was my first Friday night off in months and Jill and I had been planning for weeks to go to the opening of a brand new club in the trendy fashion district. However, about a week ago, she met some guy online and this new 'boyfriend' of her's talked her into going to some dive bar on the south side because he knew the owner and could get cheap drinks. I had tried several times to change her mind, but she wouldn't relent. Just my luck, the first Friday night I have off in months and I finally have the chance to do something fun and she falls for another 'online' guy and won't stand up to him and tell him that she'd rather go someplace else. What was worse, she had made me promise to be a 'third wheel' and go with them. "You promised that you wouldn't back out on me Dana," she said. "I'll be ready to go at eight," I said hesitantly. "Thank you so much," she said cheerfully. "I know you'll have a good time." I seriously doubted that. But, Jill had been there for me more times than I could remember. She was truly the only good thing in my life and I wouldn't let her down by backing out on her. The next day dragged on and felt like it wouldn't end. I spent eight hours dealing with irritated customers complaining about bad food; screaming babies, an annoying manager, and a cook that wanted to get me alone in the bathroom and have his way with me. By the end of my shift I felt like I wanted to step in front of a bus and put myself out of my misery. Thankfully, the day finally ended and I was able to get out of the diner without killing myself or someone else. I quickly put all of my problems out of my mind, it was Friday! Things can't ever be entirely bad on a Friday. And even better, for the first time since I could remember, I had the evening off. The south side always scared me and I rarely ventured there. However, I promised my roommate I'd go with her and her new boy toy. What was that old Boston song that my father used to love listening to: "Doing it right on the wrong side of town" I think was the name of it. How apropos I thought. I stepped out of the shower and dried off while examining myself in the mirror. My breasts weren't that big, but they fit my small 5'4" frame nicely and my wet blonde hair looked a bit wild now, but I'd make sure it was tamed and under control. I ran several times a week which kept my body tight and toned and I was actually a few pounds lighter than my high school cheering days. Even though I still got my fair share of looks from men, both young and old, I didn't feel pretty anymore. I read in Cosmo that feeling beautiful was a state of mind, and not an actual outward appearance. If that were true, then there should be a law against 'peeking' in high school. You know, that feeling that all of your best days are behind you and that you have to settle for letting fate decide what the rest of your life will be like. More than anything, I just wanted to catch a break. Was it too much to ask to have a life changing event that would somehow put me on a new and different course. Realistically, if the last four years had taught me anything, it was that those types of breaks only occur in the movies. In the real world, people toil away in thankless anonymity and try to get through a meaningless existence any way they can. As I did my hair and makeup, I tried to think back to that moment when my life changed. When I went from the popular cheerleader that everyone loved, to a downtrodden waitress. I wondered if that moment actually existed, or was it just a series of bad choices that led me to where I am? I quickly wiped a tear from my cheek and promised myself that at least for the rest of the night, I'd stop with the self-pity. I needed to be there for Jill and I needed to put all of these dark thoughts behind me, at least for a few hours. Walking into my small bedroom, I started rummaging through my clothes. I needed to do laundry and didn't have a large selection of clean clothes, but I finally decided on a short, faded blue denim, jean skirt, a white, sleeveless, button crop top, matching lace bra and panty set, and gold ankle wrap sandals. I stood in front of my full length mirror for several minutes and tried to force a smile, but it never appeared. Richard My agent had offered me a gig at the Horseshoe Casino in Memphis, but I'd turned him down. Something about playing a casino made me want to jump off a bridge. He got me a night at a little place called the Hi Tone Cafe instead, and I enjoyed it. The manager was cool, the atmosphere was relaxed, and an old friend from high-school happened to be there. She'd probably been the one girl I'd really been friends with back in my miserable teenage years. We talked at the bar until the place closed, and I gave her a lift home in the Odyssey. Neither of us made any hints, or floated any suggestions, and I watched her open the door to her house and walk inside, and then I drove off aimlessly. Once again I'd completely forgotten to book a hotel room, so I slept in the back of the Odyssey until the morning sunshine and my aching back woke me up. Buying a coffee in a convenience store, I asked the kid behind the counter if there was a park nearby. She directed me to Overton Park, where I threw down a blanket and my yoga mat and spent 2 hours sipping coffee and doing my stretching routine. At one point in my life, my back was so bad that walking around I crouched my 5'11 frame down to about 5'8. It sucked. There were brief moments when my back simply said "fuck it" and seemed to disappear on me. I'd have to fall down to my knees, unable to support myself standing upright. I took yoga for a year back in Newport. Took some Tai-Chi as well. They provided about the only clarity in my life as Holly and I were separating. And thankfully, they got my back on the road to recovery as well. The stretches I did in Overton Park, watching people wander by on the trails, sunshine glittering on whatever that pond was called, were my own compilation of things that worked for me. Child's Pose, the easiest of them all, was the stretch that always helped the most. When I finished stretching I took my USA map to a bench near the water. I had no commitments until a show in Colorado in two weeks time. I looked at New Orleans for a while, and Texas, and then traced my finger up Interstate 55 towards St. Louis. Before No Known Religion, when I was in a terrible band that is now rightfully forgotten, we'd played St. Louis a lot. Terrible bars on the south side of the city. Noise. Jackasses yelling at us through the noise. Being 21, 22 years old and on a stage. Wow, that was a long time ago. I closed the map. St. Louis. * I had no memory of the Heavy Anchor from my visits to St. Louis 20 years ago. Driving around the south side I noticed the lights and heard the music and decided to give it a try. The place is divided in two, with a fairly normal, nautical-themed, bar on the one side, and when you walk through and turn the corner, you get to a pretty rowdy, and loud, open area with a small stage crammed against the wall. There was a four-piece band making a lot of noise in there - bass, drums, guitar, the vocalist playing some rhythm guitar less than helpfully. They were, well, awful is one way to put it, but to be fair they were exactly like the band I was with back before Religion, so I guess everyone starts somewhere. I got a beer and stood amongst the crowd of about 100 people for a while, watching, listening. Fifteen or so people were moshing a bit up at the stage, most of the rest of us just swaying and maybe nodding our heads in time to the noise. When they took a break, I watched the guitarist move to the bar and pick up some more beers. "Hey, nice set," I half yelled, moving over beside him. "Yeah, thanks dude," he answered. Big guy, wearing jeans, a black TShirt, baseball hat on backwards. He probably worked at some box store during the day, but right now he had his "rock musician on stage" mojo going. "I'm Richard Danton," I yelled. "You're who?" "Richard Danton! Do you remember No Known Religion?" "The band?" "Yeah - the band. I'm Richard Danton from No Known Religion." Standing at the bar, drunk 25 year olds pressing around us shouting at each other, a light-bulb began to go off in the guy's brain. "No Known Religion?" he said again, "Point of No Return? Bring the Voodoo? Storm Clouds?" I nodded as he named songs from the band's glory days. "Holy shit," he said, a bit of teenage-groupiness creeping over him, "what the hell are you doing here?" "I was kind of hoping to play some music! Can I get up and do a few songs with you guys?" "Yeah - fuck me - of course. Holy shit - come over here and meet the guys." So, they made space for me on that tiny stage. I took off my coat and sweated it out in jeans and a suede shirt, the cuffs rolled up to my forearms. I mostly helped with some lead and rhythm on their own songs, but we also played a Religion song with me on the microphone, and we all decided we knew Van Halen's Jamie's Cryin well enough to give it a go, so we did that as well. I don't think anyone in the crowd really understood what was happening, but we had fun on stage, and I enjoyed being loud and completely artless up there with those guys. Not wanting to completely hog their gig, I yelled "thanks" into the mic, pulled the guitar from my shoulder, and stepped down from the stage. They shouted my name a few times and talked me up, and then broke into more of their stuff. On my way to the bar a few people who now recognized me clapped my shoulder, snapped photos with their phones, shouted random stuff at me. It was all good until some jackass with a beer in his hand appeared before me, and actually started stabbing his finger at my chest. "What's with the Barry Manilow crap?" he was shouting. "What?" "The Barry Manilow crap! This new shit you're playing! What the fuck's wrong with you?" He was maybe 24, 25. Jeans, filthy t-shirt, clean shaven head, stupid look on his face. A couple girls lingered behind him, both of them looking half-concerned and half-embarrassed. "Dude!" I yelled through the noise of the band, "come on, give me a break." I tried to push on by him, but he shuffled in front of me again. "It's pissing on the past Danton!" He yelled. "This crap you're playing now - it's like you're pissing all over Religion." Fuck this guy. I reached towards him and shoved him away from me. Hard. The two girls that seemed to be with him moved to either side as he stumbled backwards between them, spilling the beer he had in his hand. The running lunge he was about to make was written all over his face, and as he barreled towards me I stepped to the right, pushed his shoulders with my left hand and his ass with my right, and helped him crash back into the crowd of people that had been behind me, and then fall to the filthy beer-covered floor. "You with this asshole?" I shouted to the two girls. They nodded, but didn't really speak. "He's a fucking jackass!" "He's just drunk!" one girl shouted back to me. "No shit! But he's also an asshole. Look..." but I was cut short when he clocked me in the back of the head with something hard. The blow knocked me forward into the girl with the white top and the jean skirt, my head cracking against hers as she tried to catch my fall. With my head throbbing I turned around to see the asshole standing there with a mason-jar beer-glass in his hand. I lunged at him, and taller and heavier than he was, I knocked him to the floor and landed on top of him. I got my hand onto his forehead and bashed his head down against the floor, but still holding the mason-jar he swung it wildly and crashed it against my chin, knocking me off him. The rest is a bit of a blur. We got separated, and I have no idea what happened to him. I lay on the floor looking up into a haze, listening to mostly incoherent voices. Closing my eyes, I could feel my heartbeat, feel the blood pumping hard through my body. Christ, it was exhilarating. I almost smiled. I opened my eyes when someone started calling me "Mister". Jesus, that was off-putting. Made me feel like a high-school English teacher. The blonde girl in the white top that I'd butted heads with earlier was kneeling beside me, her face hanging above me. I don't know what it was, but my hand reached up unconsciously and settled on her knee. "Hi," I whispered. Dana I looked out the window apprehensively, so this was the south side? Jill's new internet boyfriend had come by our apartment and picked us up about half an hour earlier in an old, beat up Chevy Caprice. She introduced him only as 'Axe' and God, he looked like a real winner. He was wearing a dirty, sweat stained T-Shirt and ripped jeans that he'd probably been wearing since junior high. He had full tattoo sleeves on both arms, a shaved head, and his entire appearance just gave me the creeps. Jill and I were dressed in our best clothes and we looked so out of place with him. I wasn't expecting him to be wearing a three piece suit, but were clean jeans and t-shirt too much to ask? Given my sexual history, I hated to judge Jill, or the men that she chose to be around; but damn, he looked like such a loser. We drove down Gravois Avenue as we sped past small retail stores and shops that looked like they hadn't been updated since the 1950's. It was like we were stuck in a time warp and it felt like James Dean would pull up beside us at any minute and challenge us to drag race. Finally, we pulled up in front of a bar that was nestled between two businesses and it looked so out of place. What the hell is a 'Heavy Anchor' I wondered to myself. Axe proceeded to walk into the bar without even holding the door open us, so much for chivalry I guess. Jill and I entered the bar and I watched Axe walk over to the bartender and vigorously shake his hand. They began talking but I couldn't make out what they were saying because of the band that was up on the small stage. Axe's absence gave me time to take in my surroundings. The bar had an odd "ships and whaling" theme which seemed out of place for St. Louis. Sure we had the Mississippi, but this was a bit much. The patrons looked to be a mix of miscreants and hicks who were drinking and listening to the band play. I noticed that most of the cocktails were served in Mason-style jars with anchors on them which added to the strange maritime-hayseed feel of the place. The bar could only be described as eclectic and I honestly wasn't sure what to make of the place. I heard Axe's voice which brought me back to the now. "Come'on,'" he muttered, motioning us towards an empty table, carrying a pitcher of beer and three glasses. We sat down at a table that wasn't too far from the stage and Axe began filling our glasses. The band was really loud which made holding a conversation with Jill almost impossible. I could have handled the volume if the band was good. But they weren't - they were just loud. Loud and pretending to be angry. That's all I was really getting from them. Wow. Fun times. Thanks Axe. While Jill and I were sipping our beer, Axe was gulping his. He had finished off the pitcher and ordered another before Jill and I could even get our first glass down. Being a waitress who had to deal with drunks coming into the diner on a regular basis, I knew this type of 'power drinking' was a recipe for trouble. Still, there wasn't much I could do about it without abandoning Jill, and I wasn't about to do that in a place like this. The music finally stopped and the band gave everyone in the crowd a much needed respite from their horrible originals and the various covers they'd attempted. I watched an older guy at the bar start talking to one of the guys in the band, and was still staring at them when the waitress delivered our second pitcher. Axe immediately began to fill the empty glasses and then proceeded to gulp his down. The Road Trip Just as I was about to say something to Axe about pacing himself with the alcohol, the music started up again. But something had changed. The older guy who'd been chatting at the bar with the vocalist was now on stage, playing with the band. He looked out of place up there - not because he was older, but because he was such a professional, the way he moved, the way he watched the other musicians, the way he played, it seemed like he had been born on a stage. The music coming out of the speakers, well, it was music now. The noise was gone. The older guy's guitar playing was giving direction to what everyone else was doing, and his voice, when he stepped to a mic and helped out the lead vocalist, well crap, he could actually sing. Who the hell was that guy? They spent a half hour knocking out about a half dozen songs, including an old Van Halen track that I hadn't heard since I lived at home with my father, and the crowd was really getting into it. It was like the whole vibe in the bar changed when that older guy got up on stage. Listening to the band play, I was actually starting to enjoy myself and I felt happy that I had agreed to accompany Jill on her date. As Jill and I enjoyed the music, Axe kept downing one glass of beer after another. He kept drinking and ordering more pitchers until he was slurring and stuttering his words. I was starting to get really upset because Jill and I had to be at least thirty miles from our apartment and we didn't have a lot of extra money to spend on cab fare. It was fast becoming a moot point though - a cab ride was pretty much the only way we were going to be getting home alive. Just then, the band completed a final song and the singer introduced the older guy as Richard somebody. I wasn't able to catch the guy's last name because Axe, in his drunken stupor, started yelling and cursing at the older guy as he started walking off the stage. Jill and I both yelled something like "What the hell is your problem Axe?" as he stuck his face in front of the older guy and started jabbing his hand into his chest. What happened next is still a blur. Axe and the musician having some words. A push. Axe lunging at the guy. The guy dodging him and pushing Axe to the ground. Then, as the older guy started walking away, Axe getting off the ground and hitting him in the back of the head with a Mason jar which caused him to fall into me, knocking our heads together. I was stunned and dazed for several seconds, but just as I was starting to get my wits back about me, I witnessed three huge bouncers grab Axe and drag him away. I looked around and saw the older guy lying on the floor. I got some napkins from the table and kneeled at his side, running my fingers through his hair feeling for blood. There was a trickle at the back right behind his ear and I pressed the napkins tight to his head, trying to stop the bleeding. For the first time I was able to see him up close without the stage lights shining on him. He had deep gentle brown eyes, and a full head of brown but slightly greying hair. A few wrinkles on his face, but wow, handsome. Handsome with some mileage, like that old Indiana Jones line. As I continued to put pressure on the cut in his head, he began to regain consciousness. I gently held his head against my knee in an effort to steady him. I didn't want him to further injure himself by hitting his head on anything else. His eyes locked onto mine and his face broke into a slight smile. "Hi," he said, giving me a handsome, boyish grin. "I'm Richard." "Hello," I said softly, "I'm Dana." Richard and Dana Richard looked up into her soft, blue eyes and saw a look of genuine concern and compassion. It was something that he hadn't experienced from another person, especially a woman, in quite a while. "Dana, I think I smacked my head into yours earlier. Are you okay?" "I'm fine. I was worried about you. You were out for a minute or so." "Was I?" He looked up towards the ceiling, his fingers softly touching and caressing soft skin. He lifted his head to see where his hand was, and realized he was stroking this girl's knee. "Oh," he murmured, looking up at Dana, "my hand is on your knee." "Yeah, your hand is on my knee," she said, smiling ever so slightly. "Are you going to move it?" He grinned. "Well, it's actually kind of relaxing me." She shook her head at him, "I think you're going to be okay. Let's get you up off this gross floor." She helped him up, and led him to the table where she had been sitting earlier. Jill sat with them for a second, and then got up to try and find out what the bouncers had done with Axe. "How is your head feeling?" "It's sore," he answered, "but I'll survive." She stood up and moved behind him, running her fingers into his hair, searching for the spot where Axe had hit him with the mason-jar. She could feel a bump under her fingers, and feel its warmth, and sense the swelling that was about to happen. She placed her hands softly on his shoulders and leaned towards his ear, and then winced as the band started playing again. Glancing behind her at the stage, the zombie-like dancers were beginning to reassemble on the floor after the commotion of the fight. She leaned over Richard's shoulder again, her lips at his ear. "Richard," she half shouted, "I'm going to get you some ice from the bar. That knock on your head is going to start swelling up soon." She stepped to the left, her hands leaving his shoulders, but her right hand trailing across his back as she began to move away. He gently took her hand, and she turned back towards him, finding his eyes on hers, his face, bruises and all, somehow soothing her in the middle of this shitty south-side bar. "Dana," he said, raising his voice above the noise, "do you want to go outside? Get out of here?" She nodded. She looked down at him, feeling his hand gently holding hers, wanting to go with him and take a break from what had been a crappy night even before it had begun, but she had to find Jill. "Richard, my friend... I can't leave... I have to find her." "Where is she?" "She went to find...," she almost said his name, but stopped herself. "Well, you know, the asshole that hit you with a Mason Jar." "Oh shit," he sighed. "And he was probably your driver tonight?" Oh fuck, she thought. What a stupid idea all this had been. Jill, you love to make messes. "Yes," she said. "He drove." Richard smiled at her. He was still holding her hand when he stood up. "Let's find your friend," he said. "I'll give you both a lift. But we're not taking the shit-head." Walking through the bar, easing around people, trying to block out the noise, Dana barely noticed her hand being held in Richard's. It was just right somehow, and what was more alarming wasn't the idea of holding hands with this man she'd just met, but the idea of letting go. They asked at the bar about Axe and Jill, and talked to a bouncer, and eventually found the two of them out on the street in the dirty glow of the streetlights. Less than real rain, a light mist was filling the air, a refreshing touch on the skin after the sweaty alcohol-fueled intenseness of the bar. Axe had crashed, like a child after a sugar-high. He was squatting on the curb, exhausted, mumbling apologies to Jill. When she looked up and saw Dana and Richard, Jill sighed in relief. "Okay," she said. "Let's find Axe's car. I'll drive. Or you can drive. You ready?" Dana squeezed Richard's hand. Hard. "You're going to take Axe home?" "Yeah. You coming?" "I don't know...," Dana answered, staring through the mist at Jill. "I have a van," Richard said. "If you aren't comfortable taking care of Axe, you could put him in a cab. I can give both of you a lift." Jill looked from Dana, to Richard, and back to Dana again. A smile broke across her face. "Holy shit, Dana," she grinned. "Are you picking up the Rock Star?" "No, no, of course not." "Well, maybe you should," Jill smiled. "Yeah, maybe you should," Richard said, squeezing her hand slightly in his his. "Either way, I'm okay with Axe. Dude - rock star guy - whatever your name is, you take Dana home. Or take her somewhere. Treat her nice. She deserves it." Richard helped Jill get Axe to his feet, and then they walked a block to where Axe's car was parked, half on the sidewalk. They dumped Axe into the passenger seat and after kissing Dana on the cheek, Jill got in and drove away. Richard moved in front of Dana, looking at her in the dim light of the streetlights. He reached up and traced two fingers across her forehead, brushing locks of hair to the side, feeling the moisture from the soft mist on her skin. "Well...," he said. "Kiss me." The words spilled out of her mouth, and had barely disturbed the air before Richard's lips touched hers. He kissed her wet, and hungry, his hands going to her waist and then onto her ass, massaging his hands into her through the material of her denim skirt. He traced his lips along her cheek, to her neck, her ear, and Dana felt her body responding to him with an an open, urgent lust that she hadn't felt for years. Sex with Larry, sex with anyone over the last several years, had been sex to regret even before she'd allowed it to happen. But this... her body was aching, was ringing... her left hand went to the back of his head, her fingers lacing into his hair... her left leg lifting up against him... this was something else... Their tongues gently played inside each others mouths as they kissed passionately. She felt his strong arms lightly caressing her body and she felt dizzy and mesmerized by him. He had such a soft, gentle touch. She loved the way he held her, how he smelled, his wavy hair, and that sexy, boyishly playful smile. She felt smitten by him and longed to just throw caution to the wind. All of these thoughts swirled through her head as he broke their hot, passionate, romantic kiss. He held her against him, and her cheek settled on his chest as they stood together for a few moments, feeling each other's heart pound. "Do you want to get a drink?" Richard asked softly. I'd like you to take me to bed, she thought inwardly, but a drink would probably be more sensible. "That sounds nice," she said. She paused and looked him in the eye. "As long as we go somewhere else." "You don't want to go back to the Anchor?" Richard said, smiling. He took her hand and looked around, trying to figure out where his van was. "No worries, Dana. Come on." * It was called Mangia Italiano. She wasn't sure how Richard found it - they got talking in the van, laughing about Axe, and before she knew it their conversation was happening in the restaurant, seated at the bar. They ordered margherita pizza and a salad - Dana telling the bartender to just bring two forks so that they could share. They were seated at the far left hand side of the bar, Dana in a bar stool against the wall, sitting turned towards Richard, her knees and feet brushing his left leg sometimes as she moved. In the few moments when she wasn't looking at Richard's face, his lips and eyes, or at his long limber torso and legs, she could see down the length of the restaurant. Immediately behind Richard were a number of people sitting at the bar, and then further back, people were eating at restaurant tables. It was past midnight now, the restaurant slightly less than half full - a quiet "it's the weekend now, right?" vibe in the air, and in people's movements. The more they talked, the more surprised Dana was that their conversation in that restaurant was even happening. As nonchalant about it as he was, and as easy as he was to talk to, there was no getting away from the fact that this guy, in jeans and a grey suede shirt with the sleeves rolled up, was a rock star - or at least had been. Every time she said something that echoed of "rock star" he shook his head, and smiled, and said something like "that was a long time ago now." "And you really don't like the new stuff you're playing? And writing?" "Oh, I don't know. I'm kind of indifferent to it. I like it enough to let those words and lyrics come out of my mouth, on a stage in front of a few hundred or a thousand people, and I think it is solid stuff. But, I don't know. It just isn't what I imagined myself playing all those years when I was working my way up." "People grow. And change." "Yeah. True. They do. How have you changed, Ms. Dana from St. Louis? What part of your current life would be the biggest surprise to the teenager you used to be?" Oh Jesus, she thought. Larry. And that fucking diner. And her fucking job at that goddamned diner and what the fuck anyway - how did she ever end up like this? "Oh," she said softly, running a fingertip along the rim of her wineglass, "almost all of it. This isn't the life I thought I was going to have." "Maybe you need a change. Hair colour - though your hair," he smiled, and he smiled a lot, and every time he did she wanted to press her lips to his and bury her tongue in his mouth, "is of course gorgeous and you shouldn't change it for the world - but your apartment, your job, your city. Maybe you should mix things up." "That's not so easy when you're living paycheque to paycheque. Barely squeaking by from paycheque to paycheque actually." He put his hand on her leg, on her knee. She felt a rush of warmth soar up inside her, and reaching down she covered his hand with hers, squeezing softly. "What's your last name, Dana?" he asked, staring into her eyes. "Paterson," she answered. And it felt like she had just told him everything. Every single tiny little thing that there was to know. "I'm Dana Paterson," she said again, looking into his face, feeling his skin on hers. "Dana, when we finish these drinks, what are we going to do?" She didn't answer. They stared at each other for a little while. Richard smiled, then emptied his glass and set it on the bar. "Dana," he whispered. * He whispered her name again in the hotel room, standing behind her, his hands on her waist, his lips touching her neck. Say my name again, she thought to herself, and when he did, and when his hands, at the same moment, went to her breasts, squeezing them firm and warm, any doubts she had about saying no to the ride home, and yes to the hotel, vanished. She could feel his strong, yet gentle hands exploring her body. His touch, combined with the heat of his mouth as he applied soft butterfly kisses to the delicate, sensitive flesh on the nape of her neck, caused her to moan softly. He turned her to face him, and his lips crushed against hers as they kissed passionately, their tongues exploring each others mouths. Their hands began roaming over each others bodies as they began to desperately remove the others clothes and eliminate any barriers between the flesh on flesh contact that each of them wanted so desperately to feel. Moments later, his briefs and her thong were added to the pile of clothes that lay on the floor beside them. As he pulled her on top of him on the large, king size bed, their lips touched again, their tongues exploring - , urgent, wet, hungry, as she wrapped her naked body down onto his. Her breasts crushed against his chest as she felt his hands move over her back, and then lower, as he frenziedly cupped her ass as their bodies continued to rub together. She could feel his erection press against her thigh and immediately, she had the overwhelming desire to have this man in her mouth. She pulled back, breaking their fervid embrace and began to kiss down his neck until her mouth reached his chest. She loved how his light patch of chest hairs tickled her nose and the prodigiously wonderful, manly scent that emanated from the pores of his skin. She heard him groan when she licked his nipple. Adding to the teasing sensation of her mouth, she ran her fingernails lightly down the sides of his torso causing his body to tense up. She moved to his other nipple, her mouth enveloping it in one swift motion. His body tensed up under her when she moved lower, leaving a trail of saliva down his stomach until she rested herself between his legs. God, he smelled so good; she inhaled deeply, as her nostrils filled with his manly, musky scent. Richard's member was fully erect, twitching and throbbing in time with his heartbeat. His cock was long and thick and his seminal fluid was leaking freely from the head as her mouth watered in anticipation of what they both knew was coming. Without using her hands, she took him into her mouth, hearing him let out a low moan. She took him slowly in deeper, getting acquainted to his taste. She continued to take him deeper into her mouth until his head reached the back of her throat. Then slowly, she worked him back out again. Dana loved having a man in her mouth. However, it was an undertaking that she rarely participated in with Larry, even though he almost continually begged for it. She reasoned that letting him put that inside of her was more than he probably deserved, and she wasn't sure she could live with herself if she allowed him access to her mouth as well. However, with Richard, it just felt like the consummate, perfect act that so greatly enhanced the moment. It was as if nothing felt as felicitous in her entire life. She gazed upward and inwardly smiled when she saw that Richard had closed his eyes and was white knuckling the sheets as her talented mouth soothingly vacillated on his engorged member. She had completely relaxed her throat and was now taking him down to the base and his soft moans wordlessly communicated the immense pleasure her mouth was providing. Richard opened his eyes and looked down at her. She was taking him almost completely out of her mouth and then plunging back down on him in smooth, rapid successions. In his lust filled haze, he observed that his cock was wet and shiny from her saliva and he could even feel some of it drip down onto his testicles. The sensuous afterimage was just too much, and begin to lose control. She could feel him start to tense up, and she knew he had to be getting close. "Oh God, Dana," he moaned, barely able to get the words out amidst his labored breathing. Instinctively, she increased the pressure of her mouth on him and quickened the pace as she heard him begin to gasp as thick ropes of semen blasted to the back of her throat. Again, almost unconsciously, she started to swallow and kept her mouth tight on him until the volleys of fluid began to subside. She opened her mouth and let his cock gently slip out and looked up at him, gently rubbing his thigh as she waited for him to recover from his incredibly intense orgasm. "Oh God, Dana," Richard sighed. "I'm sorry. I wanted that to be inside you. I wanted you to feel that too." "Oh I felt it," she answered, grinning slightly, softly kissing his cock. "This was what I wanted. I wanted you like this." "I want to fuck you Dana," he said. "I want my cock deep inside you." As wet as she already was, his words made something inside of her simply drip with lust. "Richard," she moaned. "I think I can get you ready again." Her hand went to his softening cock, squeezing around it, her tongue licked across her lips, anticipating having him inside her mouth again. "Dana, I want ... 69... get on top of me... I want to taste you too..." She put her mouth on his purple tip and sucked him once, twice, and then moved on her hands and knees, throwing a leg over his head, feeling his hands go to her waist, her sides. Dana slid herself back on Richard's stomach until she felt her vagina rest on his waiting mouth. She gasped and cried out as he slid his tongue inside of her and felt his arms wrap around her thighs. He slowly and methodically licked the walls of her vagina, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on his cock in her mouth. The Road Trip She moaned loudly as his tongue flicked and caressed her clit causing his penis to slip out of her mouth as lighting bolts of pleasure moved over her body. Concentrating, she took his hardening member back into her mouth and once again began to fellate him. God, his cock tasted so good to her. For several minutes they concentrated on giving pleasure to the other. Richard began driving his tongue deep inside her, drinking in her wetness, burying his face inside her pussy. When his tongue once again returned to her clit and made small circles over it, she could no longer hold herself back. She felt her body begin to shake as her orgasm washed over her and she collapsed on top of him. He gave her a moment to recover by withdrawing his mouth from her sex. He ran his hands up and down her naked legs, her sides, massaging and stroking her. Digging his fingers into her ass cheeks and squeezing. Oh Richard, she thought, I want you. She turned herself around, faced him, and looked deep into his brown eyes and kissed him hard, tasting herself on his lips. Breaking their kiss, she slid down on his stomach until she felt his hard cock rest against her vagina. She reached behind her and grasped his shaft at the base. She looked into his eyes as she teased his purple head against the wet lips of her sex. She placed the tip where she wanted it, and then slowly began to slide back, wincing in ecstasy as he opened her, as he filled her. Putting her hands on his chest for leverage, she let out a low moan, as he penetrated her depth until she felt him bury completely inside of her. Bending down again, she kissed him passionately, their bodies motionless as she adjusted to the feel of him. Then slowly, she started to flex her hips as she gently moved him in and out of her. He wrapped his arms around her and began thrusting deeply inside her. They moved in unison, their lips never parting, never breaking that romantic embrace, as they moved their bodies steadily together. After only a couple of minutes, she felt herself climbing again. She changed the angle slightly and was able to ground her clit into his pubic bone which caused her to instantly explode in climax. Seeing her release, he slowed his tempo, but continued to thrust powerfully into her through her orgasm. As Dana's orgasm slowed, Richard felt her body relax on top of him. She buried her face into his neck, into his scent and the touch of his skin. He ran his hands up and down her naked body as she lay on top of him, fingertips up and down her spine, then his fingers on her ass cheeks, digging into her flesh as he softly moved his hips, his ass, gently rocking his still-hard cock within her. She moaned into his neck in pleasure, a slight gentle spasm, like a shiver of warmth instead of a shiver of cold, spreading through her. "Dana," he whispered, and when she lifted her face from his neck to look into his eyes, he kissed her gently, and then cupped his left hand on the back of her head, his right on her hip, and rolled her over onto her back. Richard kept himself buried deep inside her as he rolled and moved on top of her. She opened her legs wide allowing his legs to lie within hers, and she moaned again as the gentle movements he was making drove his long, hard, cock, back and forth inside her. Naked, and strong, his body floated on top of her. He slid his right hand up her side, to her left breast, and cupped and squeezed it as his lips went to hers. Their mouths opened, wide, wet, kissing deeply, hungrily. Richard lifted his hips and began slow tender thrusts into her, and she moaned hard with her tongue inside his mouth. She moaned his name, still kissing him, and reached her hands to his ass, brushing her hands over them and then cupping them hard and pulling him towards her, thrusting herself up onto him. Richard slid his right hand down her side, slowly down to her knee, and pulled her leg up against him, thrusting harder now. "My God, Dana," he whispered, breaking their kiss, "you have no idea how much I want this, how much I want to fuck you..." "Fuck me..." she moaned, her head back, her eyes closed, losing touch with everything in her life except the deep penetrating bliss driving inside her. "Dana, can you feel my cock?" he whispered. She bit her lower lip in response. "Feel it swollen and hard inside you... Dana..." his voice was rough, thick with lust and exertion... "Dana, I'm going to cum inside you..." "Oh god..." she whispered, her hands on the bed, her fingers clutching huge handfuls of sheets as she opened herself completely to this man - every muscle, every thought, everything she'd ever known was becoming a distant hazy memory from another world, replaced entirely by the deep shuddering sensation of his long, swollen cock sliding in and out of her, so slick with their cum, plunging in and out and his purple tip and the thickness and feeling him squeezing him his body on hers oh god was this all orgasm his hand touching moving her leg oh god he was deeper there was more this was all orgasm it wouldn't end it couldn't end... Richard's left elbow and forearm were buried in the sheets and mattress, his right hand still holding Dana's leg against him, shifting her leg slightly as he changed the angle of his body, driving deeper or shallower or longer into her. He stared down at Dana's face, watching wave after wave of something wash over her. Her eyes were closed, her neck arched, her lips twitching and opening as she sighed and moaned and drifted beneath him. He had never wanted to pleasure a woman as much as he wanted to pleasure Dana. All those groupies and one-nighters when he was with No Known Religion, his long but never right relationship with Holly - it had never been like this. Dripping precum and already slick from their previous orgasms, he thrust seven and a half inches of cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Having found the spot, the angle, where he could feel Dana's pussy grip and milk every inch of his long cock, he softly and caressingly thrust himself into her. Inches and inches of cock stroking within her as his face hung above hers, as he watched her lips, her eyelashes, watched the intense flush on her cheeks and watched the flush grow deeper and redder as he steadily lifted his hips up and down and slid his dripping hot length in and out of her. His orgasm brought Dana back to him, to his arms, his touch, to the hotel room. Lost in some other place, she felt the dripping sticky heat of his cum gush inside her, felt his cock shudder, his body spasm. In a daze, she smoothed her hands up onto his ass cheeks and felt them clench and relax and clench again as he milked cum into her. He continued to thrust through his orgasm, continued to thrust as he spilled more and more delicious heat into her pussy. Dana's own orgasm was something new, something she'd never felt before. A whiteness went through her mind as she simply melted beneath him. She felt her pussy become liquid, felt herself become an ocean that Richard was floating inside of. He didn't ruin it by speaking. He lay quietly on top of her, his heart beating hard, sounding a rhythm into her body. She traced the fingers of her right hand softly up and down his side, listening to him breathing, softly urging him to fall asleep just as he was - inside her, on top of her, so she could hold him and feel his weight, until she fell asleep as well. * In the morning they showered together, and though their hands touched and explored, they didn't have sex, and barely kissed. They checked out of the hotel and drove around St. Louis in the van, looking for a place to have breakfast. Something hung between them, making them quiet. Last night had been monumental, had been shattering, and in a way, they were both afraid to mention it, afraid to ruin it by saying it aloud. With his knack for finding green peaceful places, Richard got them to Forest Park, where they walked hand in hand through the grass, looking for water, for a bench. She was wearing an old jacket of Richard's. She pressed against him for warmth in the cool morning air. "So this is St. Louis," Richard said, looking out over the pond. "This is St. Louis," she said. "It's nice. This is nice anyway." Dana nodded. "I'm not sure if I've ever been to Forest Park before. It is nice." Richard looked out at the pond for a while, at the sunlight on the water. "I think that, if I try to drive away from St. Louis today, without you, something is going to rip out of my soul." She glanced at him, and trying to be strong, and casual, or at least to keep her voice steady, she said "Well, don't drive away." "Well," he said, clearing his throat slightly, "driving is kind of what I'm doing right now. But maybe I don't need to be driving alone." She looked at him, at his strong handsome face, at his hands clasped lightly in his lap. "Maybe you should come with me. Actually, sorry, let me say this more meaningfully, more honestly. Dana," he said, turning fully to her on that bench, and stroking fingertips through the bangs of hair hanging over her forehead, "come on the road with me. Come and get lost with me." She didn't answer. She stared at him for a few seconds, and then turned to look out over the water. She'd just met him last night. It was crazy. He could be a maniac. "Dana?" But Jesus, last night had been... she couldn't even describe it. And the only thing she really cared about in St. Louis was Jill. She sat there beside Richard, wearing his jean jacket, loving it's warmth on her shoulders, loving how it smelled of him. She had known him less than a day. Hell, it might not even have been 12 hours yet. Oh God, she thought, tugging his jacket more tightly around her, burying herself deeper inside its' warmth. "You're not an axe murderer are you?" she asked. "No," he said, smiling. "No. I'm Richard Danton. I used to play in a band." the end