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Road Trip Ch. 02

By: badtitties



Hi, it’s me Nancy again. I love hearing from all of you, so don’t stop writing to me. This next experience I’m writing about is Part 2 of my Road Trip. A little background for this story: It takes place the 1st night of the tournament - about 5 or 6 hours after my blowjob with the black basketball player.

I had gone out to dinner with the other cheerleaders and while eating we noticed that the basketball coach and his assistants were eating at the same place. We thought nothing of it, so after dinner (and faking some IDS for those of us underage gals), we left for a nightclub. We got into the nightclub with little trouble (I applied a lot of make-up to help hide my age - god did I look like a whore). I was in a white button-up blouse, bra, black mini-skirt, thongs, and heels. They simply looked us all over, glanced at the IDs and then waved the whole group of us in. About 30 minutes later, the coach and his assistants showed up. No one thought much of this, but I had been getting the feeling that the coach had been starring at me during dinner, and I was now getting paranoid that he was following me. I dragged Karen into the bathroom and ran my theory past her. She agreed it was possible that the coach learned of my “support” of Percy and that possibly he was looking for some action from me too. I told her she was crazy, but that I would try and find out what was up.

Karen and I left the restroom, she headed out to the dance floor, I back to our table. When I got back, I was alone, as all the other gals had also gone out to the dance floor. I starred at my empty drink cup for a few moments, when a deep masculine voice said, “I here Percy’s doing good.” 

My heart jumped into my throat, I looked up and saw the coach looking down at me. He sat down in an empty chair and informed me he knew what went on in the locker room. I started to deny it, but he cut me off and said, “Don’t lie to me girl, I saw you enter and exit the locker room during the game. Cheerleaders don’t belong back there. Plus Percy has told me you give some pretty good head. I like that in a white girl. So how about some for the coach?“

I was shocked, our basketball coach, a tall, well built dark black man (about 6’5 and 225+ lbs), good looking, and married was hitting on me. I also knew I was in deep, not only did I break school rules by entering the boys locker room, hell, I was breaking the law just being in this club (forget the fact I was drinking). I was both nervous and excited, I could feel my nipples getting hard and my panties getting wet, I quickly answered the coach, “Yes”.

With that we were both out the door and catching a cab for the hotel. To avoid any of the faculty members from finding out about us, he gave me the key to his room and told me he would follow me up in about 5 minutes. I entered the lobby as he stood outside smoking. I thought, for only a moment, about going straight to my room - cause I knew if I went to coach’s room, I was going to get fucked. I thought about my boyfriend, but quickly found thoughts of him, replaced by thoughts of just how big the coach was.  How thick he was, how experienced he was. This was enough to convince me to go. I quickly rode the elevator up to his room. I slipped inside, making sure no one saw me, and then sat down on the bed to wait for him.

About 2 or 3 minutes after I entered the room, I heard the door knob turn. I went into the bathroom and waited. “Nancy, get your sleazy white ass out her bitch!”, I head the coach yell.

I came out of the bathroom, he had already stripped down to his boxers and I could see his cock growing under them. He looked me over and said, “What the fuck you doing still dressed. Take your clothes off and start sucking.“

I quickly removed all my clothes, dropped to my knees before him and started sucking his cock. He was big (at least 12 inches) and thick. I could tell from just looking at his cockhead that I was going to have trouble getting that piece of dark meat in my mouth without a bit of work, so I started off just tonguing his cockhead, shaft and balls. As I kissed up and down the length of his still stiffening shaft, the coach let out a low moan. I nibbled on his shaft as my small white hands began to knead his big, heavy black balls. I started flicking my tongue across his big cockhead, while tugging and squeezing on his balls. The coach was moaning louder. I took this as a que, and inhaled as much of his thick black missile as small white mouth could fit in and began sucking it again. As I worked up and down his shaft, I would swirl my tongue around his cockhead and shaft. "Oh ya. That's right. Use that tongue on my cock bitch," the coach told me. I began to suck harder, working to increase my suction on his cock. The coach’s cock was throbbing really hard in my mouth, he placed his hands on the side of my head and began to fuck my face. Try as I might, I only managed to get about 8 or 9 inches of him totally into my mouth. He looked down at me, struggling to work his massive black member in and out of my ’O’ shaped red lips, and then proceeded to fuck my face faster, pulling me in towards his crotch. I cupped his muscular butt cheeks in my hands and rubbed them as he pumped away at my face. “Ya bitch, I’m gonna lose it”, was all the warning he gave me. The next thing I knew, the flood gates of his cock opened up and his nigger jizz was flowing down my throat. Remembering back to my struggles with Percy’s load, rather then swallow deep a few times, I just kept swallowing and swallowing. He grunted a few times before pulling his cock out of my mouth and wiping what cum was left across my forehead. As he did this I suckled on his balls for a few moments. 

“Fuck ya! Percy was right, you sure know how to give head bitch.” the coach told me. With his erection fading, he had me stand on my head. He then picked me up by my waist and lifted me up until his cock was in my face and my pussy in his. He then ordered me to wrap my arms around his waist and my legs around his neck. I did as I was told. In this position, standing, we proceeded to 69.

I was soooo turned on by all this. Here I was hanging upside, my brown hair brushing across the floor like a broom. My slender white arms and slim white legs were wrapped around this muscular black man, like they were nothing more then a belt and tie. As I worked my lips up and down his cock, he thrust his hips back and forth working in rhythm with me. On the topside, his huge black hands had peeled my creamy white ass cheeks to the side, giving him full access to my tight asshole and extremely wet pussy. He wasted no time in running his tongue up and down, back and forth over the full length of my wet slit and puckered asshole. I found myself moaning and groaning onto his cock as it stiffened up again in my mouth. Now I thought my boyfriend was good at eating pussy, but his skill didn’t compare to that of the coach. It felt like is tongue was probing into my cunt, flicking across my clit, and diving into my asshole all at the same time. I could feel my climax building. I found myself grinding my pussy to his face, using my legs to pull his tongue deeper into me. The coach for his part, began finger fucking my ass and pussy as his tongue expertly continued bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. He had stopped thrusting his hips, as he concentrated on my cunt and I had basically stopped sucking him. I was spending more and more time begging him to “Fuck my white pussy with your big black fingers” or “Oh God yes. Make me cum! Use your tongue and make me cum!”, between slurps on his cock.

A few deep, rapid strokes down into my pussy and asshole with his fingers, along with his biting and nibbling on my clit sent me over the edge. My hips were rotating and gyrating as my body shook and a massive orgasm came over me. The coach gripped my butt cheeks with his fingers and with his black face plastered to my white pussy, rode out my orgasm, all the while continuing to work his tongues magic on me. 

The coach then laid my limp, exhausted body on the bed and asked if I was ready for more. Honestly speaking, I wasn’t - the orgasm he gave was the biggest in my life and I still needed more time to recover. But I was hooked, I had to have this African warrior pummel my white Southern pussy. Karen was right, my white hole was going to get a black pole shoved in it. I looked up at the coach and said, “Fuck me! Fuck me good!” 

“That’s a good bitch”, he told me as he picked me up off the bed. I wrapped my smooth white legs around his sweaty black mid-section, wrapped my arms around his neck and slowly slid down onto his hard-on. The moment my first black cock penetrated my white pussy - I lost all control. I found myself bouncing up and down, faster and faster on his big black dick. I could feel it stretching my white cunt to the limit, but I didn’t care. I was pressing my small white tits against his massive black chest and moaning into his ear “Fuck me with your black meat!”.

The coach responded by thrusting up hard to meet my downward bouncing. I could feel his balls spanking my ass, as I rode his cock like an animal in heat. I could once again feel a tremendous orgasm nearing. The nearer it got, the faster I bounced on his cock and the harder and deeper he pushed inside of me. I thought for a minute about asking him not to cum in my pussy - but his cock felt sooo good that I quickly tossed that thought out of my mind. I continued to ride him hard and fast, our sweaty bodies making the upward and downward movements run very smoothly. I found that my hard perky pink nipples loved the feel of his muscular black chest as they grinded against it. I guess my moaning and gyrations gave away my nearing orgasm, as the coach began lifting me COMPLETELY off his cock, only to practically drop me back down onto it. But as he dropped me back down onto his cock, he would thrust his hips upward. This had the effect of his black pole impaling itself in my white hole. It only took a few of these long, deep thrusts to bring me to orgasm. My body shook uncontrollably, my hips rotated and gyrated around, my head was going from side to side, and I was constantly moaning, “I’m cumming. Oh god I’m cumming. God yes I’m cumming.”

My orgasm triggered his, as he pulled me down fast one last time, thrusting up hard as he did. I felt his fat black cockhead explode in my wet white pussy. I felt his warm nigger jizz filling up my womb. We held this position for a few minutes I think, as his cock spasmed away inside me, emptying its load in me. I heard him saying, “Ya bitch, take it all. This nigger gonna fill your white pussy so full of spunk, that your whitey boyfriend ain’t gonna have no room in there for his little pecker“. 

Now I said that I think we held his position for a few minutes, because my huge orgasm quickly followed by his massive orgasm overloaded my sex sensors, and I think I blacked out. Cause the next thing I remember is his fat black cock being slapped against my white cheeks and rubbed across my red lips. “That’s it bitch, snap out of it.”, he told me as he began to fuck my mouth again with his semi-erect cock.

Once his cock was hard again (and I had snapped too), he had me get off the bed and onto the floor. I placed my hands and a side of my face on the floor and bending my legs a little, stuck my tight little white ass up in the air as the coach ran his big black missile across my butt cheeks. Then without warning, the coach shoved is cock straight down into my ass. He wasted no time in picking up speed. In minutes he had hit on a fast rhythm of jack hammering my asshole and spanking my butt cheeks. I began pleading with him, “Oh yes. Shove all your big black cock into my tight white ass.“

His only response was to fuck me deeper, spank me harder, and grunt about “Damn, hot white assed bitch.”  As I felt yet another orgasm building in me, he grabbed my white hips with his large black hands and banging away faster and faster at my ass. Driving his cock up and down, up and down into my ass. For my part, I was simply whimpering about the size of his cock, as it stretched my asshole beyond its limit. I remember trying to figure out if I felt pain or pleasure as his dick penetrated deeper and deeper into my ass with every downward shove. It only took a few of these deep thrusts to trigger my next orgasm. As my hips rotated and gyrated, the coach kept his thick black cock buried in my stretched white asshole. As my orgasm slowed down, he pulled his cock out of my ass and stroking his meaty pole, fired a few shots of his cum down my asshole and emptied the rest of it across my ass cheeks, upper thighs, and lower back. I collapsed to the floor and now knew - black cock was something I just had to have!

Road Trip Ch. 02



Piper always took her time waking up. She liked to let the sleep wash away from her in layers. If she rushed it, she thought, it just ruined the entire day. This day was no different, except as she allowed herself to acknowledge her surroundings, she noticed a warm body next to her and a thin arm wrapped around her waist. She thought back to the last night’s events with a smile. Taylor moved a little and Piper turned ot look at her.

Taylor’s black hair lay scattered across the pillow, framing her face and giving light to her bright blue eyes. She smiled at Piper. “We had fun last night, didn’t we?” Piper was glad Taylor had said it before she had to. 

“Yeah.”

“So, does this make us lesbians or something.” Piper caught her hand and squeezed it. “Whatever we are, we’re still best friends.”

“Of course.”

“But we couldn’t completely be lesbians. I mean I still so love men.” Taylor giggled. “Yeah. Me too. You know what would be wierd?”

“What’s that?” 

“If I could watch you with another man. You know, watch him fuck you like I would.” 

“You would want that?” 

“Yeah.” Taylor dropped her eyes to the pattern on the hotel quilt. 

“We could find one tonight,” Piper said, surprising herself. She hadn’t been with a man other than Scott in almost ten months. Now she was entertaining the thought of sleeping with a man she hadn’t even met yet. But being next to Taylor made it seem okay. 

“You would be willing to do that? Sleep with a stranger?” 

“Yeah. If you were there.” 

“Damn! Innocent little Piper is getting brave.”

“I’m not that innocent. And I’m taller than you.”

“Whatever. So tonight?”

“Yeah.” Piper was already feeling excited. Taylor laughed and kissed her. “You are so damn sexy!” 

She kissed Piper’s already naked breasts. “So tell me, Piper, just how awake are you right now?”Piper giggled. “Awake enough.” 

“I’ll decide that one for myself.” She placed a kiss on Piper’s smooth belly. “Lets see... No. Can’t tell from here.”

She placed another kiss just above Piper’s pubic hair. “Can’t really tell from here either.” She moved backward on her hands an knees and licked Piper’s pussy roughly, forcing the lips apart with her tongue. Piper shuddered. This was a different type of lovemaking than the night before. Again, it was Taylor taking charge but not in the gentle way she had last night. It was almost as if it were more for Taylor than for Piper. As if Taylor were taking instead of giving. She found Piper’s clit with her tongue, massaging it roughly and pressing two fingers into her without warning. Taylor gasped but it was more in pleasure and surprise than pain. “All this talk about fucking you makes me want to do it.” She was even wet already, Taylor noticed. Damn, they both were.

“So do it.” Piper’s voice caught in a gasp as Taylor licked her soft outer lips. “No, Pie, I mean really do it. Fuck you with something more than my fingers. I want to shove something deep inside you and make you cry out.” Taylor was shoving her fingers into Piper’s pussy roughly while she rubbed her clit slowly with the other hand. 

“That would be great,” Piper moaned, “This is great. It’s so fast and so slow at the same time like I’m going to explode with it.”

“Do it.” Taylor said, watching Piper’s face intently. “I love how beautiful you are when you cum.” 

Piper’s legs were shaking and she gripped the sheets with trembling hands as the explosion hit and the walls of her pussy pulled at Taylors fingers. Mid orgasm she pushed Taylor onto the bed and kissed her hard, pulling her tongue into her mouth and sucking it. It was Taylor’s turn to shudder. Even as her own orgasm was ebbing, Piper began to lick Taylor, savoring the softness, the taste, thinking about how this beautiful creature wanted to watch her having sex with someone else. With a man. Someone hard and strong who would force his way into her body filling her until she cried out. Until he did. And Taylor would be there, watching. 

Afterward, Piper thought, she would make sure Taylor got some too. Piper was so deep in thought she hardly noticed that Taylor had began to come, pressing herself against her, her nails pressing almost painfully into Piper’s skin. Piper licked faster, sucking at Taylor’s clit. Taylor made a small noise and she slowed down. “No.” Taylor moaned, “Don’t stop.” She pressed her own fingers into Piper’s alreadly wet pussy. As Taylor finished, Piper came again. 

Taylor went limp on the bed, smiling weakly. “I can’t move,” she moaned. Piper giggled. “You’d better remember how pretty fast. I’m going to take a shower, then there’s something I want to buy before we find our man.”

They arrived at a local bar early, seating themselves in a far corner to have a better view of the door. They had kept their distance from each other while walking in to avoid drawing attention to themselves and were sitting next to each other each sipping a glass of wine. Piper had found it hard to keep from openly staring at Taylor. Her soft grey shirt contrasted with her black hair and drew attention to her small but perky breasts. Both girls were wearing black miniskirts. Piper loved that they both had great legs and were able to show them off so well without looking slutty. She let her eyes travelPiper was amazed at how suddenly she had become accustomed to touching Taylor. She would have loved to lean into Taylor and kiss her, brushing her hand through Taylor’s shiny black hair. It had suddenly become so strangely casual. She took a drink of her wine and caught Taylor looking at her. “Why are you looking at me? We’re supposed to be watching the door, remember?”

“But you’re so much more beautiful than the door.”

“Gee thanks.” Taylor giggled then raised her eyebrows gesturing toward the door with her empty wine glass. “The door seems to have become more interesting.” 

“What?” Then she saw him. He came through the door surveying the room as if he owned it. He had the look of someone who knew what he wanted and that he was going to get it. 

“He’s so cocky, though.”

“But he’s so hot.” Piper looked at him again. He was hot. Really hot. “He is.” Piper agreed,turning back to Taylor.

“Did you change your mind?” Piper looked at Taylor and imagined her pretty blue eyes watching her intently as she made love to this georgous man. 

“No. I want to do it.” 

“That’s my girl.” Piper blushed. Taylor slipped some bills from her wallet and put them on the table. “So go get him.” Piper froze. It was one thing to sleep with him. It was another thing to seduce him. Who had she been kidding? She couldn’t do this. 

“Just walk up to him.” Taylor told her. “Say, ‘hi, I’m Piper, wanna go?’ He’ll follow. I swear it.” Piper looked at her in disbelief. 

“Ok, look,” Taylor said, standing up, “I’ll get the car started, you go over to him, and if he says no, I promise, I’ll lick you for hours.” Piper giggled and stood up. Taylor picked her jacket up from the back of the chair and turned to leave. “I might just do that anyway.” She muttered under her breath with a laugh.

Piper watched Taylor leave and took a deep breath. What would she say, she wondered. She certainly wasn’t going to use Taylor’s line. She walked up to the bar, catching the eye of the guy who was drinking a dark beer. “Hey,” he grinned at her, looking her over appreciatively. Under any other circumstances, she would have been offended at his lack of subtlety, but Taylor was waiting. “Hi.” She smiled back, studying him. He had an almost irish face, offset by surprisingly green eyes. His hair was dark brown, cropped short, and styled with obvious care. He could almost have been gay. 

“Where’d your friend go?” He looked at her with obviously straight intentions.

“The car.”

“She leaving you?”

“No she’s just waiting.”

“For what?”

“For us.” He looked confused then laughed, the confidence slipping from his voice, “You mean us as in me and you?” Piper nodded, feeling nervous.

“Awesome.” He grinned, dropping some money on the bar. “Later, Joe, I’ve had a change of plans.”

Waiting in the car, Taylor watched the two walk out with little surprise. She’d had no doubts that Piper could convince any man to leave with her. She was sexy in a way that was almost scary. She was sexy without knowing it, or at least only knowing it in a small part. She never saw the guys watching her any time she walked across a room. The way they looked at her as if she were food. Food looks, Taylor liked to call them. Piper got a lot of those.

“Hey Taylor!” Piper said cheerfully,opening the car door., “This is Keller.” 

“Great. Nice to meet you, Keller.” She revved the engine. “See,” Piper giggled, “I told you she would do that.” 

Piper and Keller climbed into the backseat. 

“What do you think of my friend, Piper, here, Keller?” Piper noticed Keller looking at her legs. She looked down. Her skirt had slid up just a little too high and she almost pulled it down. “Oh well, she thought, let him look. He was going to have to see it all eventually. 

“She’s hot.” Keller commented, still staring at Piper’s legs. Piper giggled, embarrassed. She was glad the ride would be short. 

When they arrived, however, she began to wish it had taken longer. She looked from her best friend to this guy she hardly knew, this guy she was going to sleep with, no, to fuck, so that Taylor could watch. “It’s cool,” Taylor said, pulling her into the bathroom for some privacy, “If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.” 

“I do.” Piper said, looking Taylor in the eye. And she did. She had even bought a surprise for later. Taylor was going to love it.

“So what’s the deal, exactly?” Keller asked when the girls returned. “You get her,” Taylor pushed Piper forward, “I’m just going to watch. You’re going to do more than that, Piper thought, glancing towards the hotel closet where she had hidden her surprise. 

"Wow," Keller grinned at them, "You girls are cool." Piper giggled, nervously. She looked around. If something didn't happen soon, she realized, nothing would. Taylor was bold, but she wasn't the one in the spotlight here. Even Keller seemed unwilling to make the first move. Piper took a deep breath and slowly slipped off her shirt in what she hoped was a seductive move. Keller watched her hungrily, green eyes flashing. He began to unbutton his shirt. Piper took him by the shoulders, guiding him to the bed. He ended with his back to the wall, leaning against the pile of hotel pillows Taylor had asked for that morning. Piper stradled his lap, pushing his hands away to unbutton the shirt herself. Her heart was racing as much from her own excitement, she realized, as from nervousness. Keller ran his hands up her back, finding the clasp of her bra. He unhooked it. It stayed for a moment, held by the firmness of her breasts until he pulled it away from them. "Beautiful." He said, running his fingers down the sides of her breasts. She shivered and suddenly noticed that he had grown hard between her legs. She pressed herself into his erection, feeling the wetness in her panties. He moaned. She began to grind against him and felt him shudder. He pulled her towards him, taking one of her small pink nipples into his mouth. She glanced over at Taylor as the heat of his mouth seemed to spread from her nipple to her pussy which was already wet and ready for him. Taylor stared, transfixed. "Isn't she wonderful?" She asked. "Delicious," Keller replied, taking her other nipple into his mouth and sucking on it hard enough to draw a little moan from piper. He laughed, lifting his hips to press harder against Piper. "want something?" 

Taylor watched the little sex scene unfolding on the bed. She slipped off her top and bra and was slowly carressing one nipple as Keller moved Piper so e that he could take off her skirt. He took off his own pants exposing an erection that was large though not necessarily huge. "Nice," Piper grinned, wrapping her hand around it. Keller groaned softly and Taylor let out a slight moan. "She's enjoying this as much as he is," Piper noticed. She pulled Keller back onto the bed with her and guided his cock inside of her. She gasped as he entered her. "You okay?" He asked. She nodded. He began thrusting slowly, with long steady movements. Piper saw Taylor's hand slip beneath her skirt to touch herself. "Enjoying the show?" She asked. 

"Oh, yeah." Taylor said, "but now I want you to really fuck her. Give it to her hard." Keller obeyed, thrusting into Piper so roughly that she wondered if she would be bruised later. Suddenly, the heat was spreading and Piper was lost in it. She cried out softly. 

She felt a pair of small soft hands carressing her breasts as Keller was still thrusting. Taylor was on the bed beside her, reaching for her. "I'm so jealous," she giggled. Keller slowed down, trying to hold off his orgasm. "you don't have to be," Piper told her, "go look in the closet. 

“Is this what I think it is?” She gigled. “Sure is.” Keller looked confused. “Hey Keller,” Taylor called from the closet, “It’s my turn.” 

She closed the door and stood in full view of both Piper and Keller. She had found the strap on Piper had bought her, stripped, and put it on. 

"Beautiful." Piper said. It looked kind of wierd, but it was exciting anyway. Taylor was on her in seconds.

"C'mere you." she giggled into Piper's hair. She pressed the tip of the strap on against Piper's pussy. 

"Do you feel that?" She purred. "I'm going to fuck you so hard." 

Piper gasped as the strap on was shoved inside of her. Taylor obviously didn't mean to be gentle about it. 

Keller had moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He watched as the cute girl with the short black hair and wild eyes thrust away at the georgeous blond. "Oh man." he moaned, loving it. Piper gasped suddenly, throwing her head back as she came, hard and wet all over her friend. Taylor laughed, taking one of Piper's nipples between her teeth and growling softly as she bit it lightly. Piper laughed, pulling Taylor onto her back and kissing her forcefully. 

"Delicious." she moaned. She kissed down the length of Taylors body, pausing every so often to lick on softly bite Taylor's soft white skin. "You're so beautiful." She finally got to the strap on and took it off, leaving Taylor completely naked. 

Piper kissed the soft patch of hair over Taylor's pussy, breathing in the smell of her. Taylor moaned, "Piper, please." She had spread her legs wide, waiting, needing Piper to touch her. 

Piper purpousfully avoided Taylor's clit, slowly licking the outer lips of Taylor's pussy. Taylor shivered. 

"You like that?" Piper asked, her own voice easing into a smooth purr. 

"Oh, yes." Taylor moaned. "So much."

Piper breathed softly against Taylor's clit. "You feel that?" 

"Oh, god, Piper, you're torturing me." 

"Isn't it wonderful?" Piper touched Taylor's clit with the tip of her tongue. She slowly circled it, loving the feeling of power she held over Taylor. She sucked softly on Taylor's little bead. "Oh, Piper," Taylor cried out, "You're amazing!" She turned her head, suddenly remembering that keller was in the room with them. 

"What did you think?" She asked him.

"Amazing." He said, "Completely amazing." 



Road Trip Ch. 02



{I stuck this in the Mature section even though it is sort of about my loving wife Debra.

She really is one of those, there is no doubt at all on that.

The Mature part is because I am 70, and she is 58.

She is also very on the naughty side, which I love about her.

This is just what happened after our last trip down to Reno.) 

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The real problem with going on a road trip isn't the getting there, it is having to make the long drive back.

The odometer on Debra's new Camaro RS is accurate, it was 567.2 miles down and 566.8 miles back. Google told me it was 567 miles, that doesn't sound like all that far.

It actually is over 9 long hours assuming one can run the speed limit which we can when I drive, but don't when Debs is behind the wheel.

Then there is the part about running up on trucks going 75, they pull out and take three miles to pass another rig, managing barely 50 or so in many cases. We left at 9 in the morning and pulled up at our house at just before 8 PM, not bad.

My ass felt like it had been beaten by someone using boards. The new Camaro Debs bought handles like a dream, it is perfect for say...a 30 mile trip.

But the suspension is stiff, every bump and flaw in the road belts a person right in the butt. It helps a little bit to be in the passenger seat, reclined, but not much.

We didn't even unpack, not that it would have taken any time since we had just three suitcases. Debs would have packed more but there is no way to get any more in the damn car anyway so no point.

We went straight to bed, I was tired so I reached over to give Debra's butt a good night rub, it felt funny so I pulled the covers down to take a look.

There was a perfect imprint of the stitching of the car seats on her ass. I started snickering so she jerked to covers off of me, yep.

Perfect imprint on my ass, too!

That started some giggling, which started some touching and fiddling around, Debs reached over and grabbed this big vibrator she has. The thing has a long curved handle and a padded head on it, she got to rubbing my ass with it which felt kind of good.

So I grabbed the thing and started rubbing her ass, she squirmed at first but then stopped squirming, next thing I knew I was using it for the real purpose that it was probably invented for.

Then somewhere in there we fell asleep, and man do I mean sleep! I looked at the clock when I woke up, it was half past 12.

Like I said, long drive.

I went and got myself a cup of cold Coffee, stuck it in the microwave, put just a teaspoon tip full of sugar in it since Debs was still asleep.

She doesn't like me using sugar much, I think her plan is to be sure I am still alive at 100.

Someone banged on my door, hell, all I had on was my ratty robe, it does have a belt but one of the belt loops has broken so I have to do contortions to reach it to get it tied.

When it's just us around the house I don't bother, I just let things hang out the front. Debra doesn't mind, in fact she likes that. Besides, if the pull over heavy T-shirt she wears around the house was any shorter, I would be able to see her navel.

I am serious, it stops a full two inches above her beaver and I happen to know she does that deliberately because of me.

Anyway, I got the robe tied and answered the door. There stood Bud and Billy, his main squeeze.

I told you folks about Bud a few stories back, he is around 5'7" tall and close to 220 pounds and he ain't fat! I have good shoulders on me, his will fit through a door frame but barely, his arms are close to not believable.

At about 55, he is younger than me but looks older, too many years outside in the wind and rain I guess. He has 90 acres not too far from where my little ranch I used to have was.

Well, at least I think he looks older, anyway.

"So? How was the trip?" He asked as I let them in. Billy was right behind him, she looked at me and blushed but came on in.

The last time I saw Billy was out in front of my house, sitting with Bud in his junker Studebaker pickup.

Holding her shirt open, letting me see her bare titties! Probably for a good 15-20 seconds as I stood there in surprise, my mouth moving but no sound.

I don't know what it is with women, but nearly all of them love to have their tits looked at. I think that goes way back to school, boys reach puberty later than girls and by then the girls are aware of their tits. Then they see where all boys, and all men also, look.

So yep, I think every woman on Earth would love to have their tits looked at, if they are somewhere where they don't think anyone else will ever know.

Yea, that was something Bud put her up to, maybe as a joke or maybe to really get us even for him yapping about seeing my wife Debra's tits in her office.

Billy blushed furiously but did it, and I am sure she got a kick out of doing that.

Now my Debs is a registered nurse, and she has some kind of thing that keeps her overly warm all of the time that she takes pills for.

So. She goes to work without underwear, most people don't have a clue since she has that blue smock on, but if she sits down on her little roller stool and bends over to check out a client, there they are.

And she sure as hell is not bashful about that, which I am now sure of after what happened down in Reno.

I was sitting there watching the show, naked body builder type women up there naked, flexing their muscles. OK, that was fun.

Then this woman came out, a real looking one. It took me maybe 10 seconds to realize it was Debra, she had on a mask and a fake wig which threw me for a few moments.

That was the hottest thing I ever saw her do and she has done quite a few things that would give me a boner even if I was in a casket, let me tell you.

I wanted to get her down and shove my old thing right in there but I couldn't right then, not with a couple of dozen old farts hooting and hollering and throwing money up on the stage.

Somehow then she got by me and went to our room, I found her there maybe 30 minutes later and did shove my old thing right up there.

The truth is that she was a little bit worried that I might be upset, I wasn't. Damn that was hot!

+++

Anyway,. here sat Bud, and Billy. He is a friend, I have know him since he was around 30 or so.

But what in the hell was he doing at my house on a Saturday morning? Well, afternoon, but still.

"So what's up?" I asked, plopping down in my recliner, using one hand to hold my robe shut.

I mean, Billy was sitting right there, I didn't want to flash my junk at her. I did notice she had on a tank top T-shirt and clearly no bra, that I could tell because the shape was just like it had been when they were bare maybe 5-6 weeks earlier when she flashed me.

"Aw, we was just in town. Thought we would stop by. I needed a new tire for my big tractor, went and hooked a branch and poked a hole right through the damned thing."

"That's too bad, those are expensive." I said. My mind jumped instantly to the word "tire" and that Dave guy from down in Reno.

He was there, in the room when Debra did her nudie thing. It was supposed to be 600 miles from home, no locals, you know? Out of town, nobody knows you, get naughty as hell, then sneak home and go to church come Sunday morning?

No such luck, we run into Dave, I found out his last name is Horsley. Lizard eyes, he figured out Debra was the one up there, and he made some suggestions which I did my best to deflect.

The guy had bought out the local tire shop on main street in our little town.

Where I know everyone, and I do mean everyone, and Debra being the person running the local medical facility, well? She knows everyone too.

"Yea, cost me $600.00 by the time they put it on the wheel. Now I have to take it home and put it on the tractor, I was thinking you could give me a hand?"

"Hell, you got it off, didn't you?" I asked. I happened to know that that tire and wheel was about as tall as I am, not quite.

Which means heavy.

"Yea, but once I got the nuts loose it falls off, now someone has to help me shove it up in place with my little tractor while I put the nuts back on."

I sighed, I wasn't really in the mood for that but Bud had helped me so many times over the years I couldn't really say no.

"We can drive you out since it's raining, we can take the little tractor up the hill, then I was thinking I could get Billy here to run you back home?"

"Ok. Let me go get dressed, I need to tell Debra where we are going." I got up and went in, found some not too dirty blue jeans and a heavy work shirt, plus a coat since I knew it was drizzling outside.

That is one thing about the Oregon coast, it is either raining, preparing to rain, or it just quit and is resting up for the next round of rain.

+++

We got out to Bud's ranch, Billy sat in the middle and didn't say a single word. I always found her to be on the quiet side anyway, different since Bud is exactly the opposite.

Bud and I managesd somehow to shove the tire off the back of his truck, we hooked up a chain so we could drag it up the driveway. When it rains, Bud uses the little tractor, hell, even a four wheel drive would have trouble with his driveway when it's wet. Dragging the heavy tire and wheel, even the little machine hopped up and down and spun a little bit.

Once we got to his upper field, I ran the tractor and used the bucket to pick up the tire after we chained it down. That part was easy, it slid right on and Bud made short work of the 12 big nuts that held it in place.

Then we stood and looked at the machine, the right side tire had nearly all of the lugs worn off of it, the left one was brand new.

"Ain't got no $600.00 for the other one, it will have to do." He said, catching my look.

We went back down the hill, Billy drove as Bud went back up to his house with a wave.

"So, what did you think, Danny?" Billy asked the moment we went around the first turn.

"About what?" I asked.

"You know. When I did that, let you see me." I glanced over, she had a small smile on her face.

"That was....uhh...nice. Not many women would do something like that." Hell, what was I supposed to say?

"I heard about what Debbie did." Billy said.

"You mean Debs? Like what?" I got a sudden sinking feeling.

"What she did when you guys were down there in Reno." She cast me a side long glance.

"Who told you about that?" No point in denying it, and I already had a pretty good idea who was yapping.

That Dave Horsley guy, Mr. "My lips are sealed." He had told me. Hell, were were not yet back home for a full day, for God's sakes.

"It's OK, I won't tell anyone. You were just having some fun." For a moment she looked odd.

"I would love to do something like that, but my body is...My fanny is so big and my boobs are so little."

"Don't be silly, you are a very attractive woman." I said, trying to comfort her because she looked almost...sad?

"You think so? Really? Do you think if I was to go out there and..you know, dance all naked like that? Would men throw money at me and maybe..cheer?"

"I am sure they would." I looked up as a sign went by, 8 miles to go and I would be home.

"Really? You would? I can see they might for Debbie, she is so beautiful, so slender, well built. Me? I am...." Her voice trailed off.

+++

{Go ahead guys. Help me out here. There I sat, with a rather big butted, smallish breasted woman that can best be described as on the plain side, hair all askew, wearing a tank top that was wet and made her nipples crinkle up? A friend at that. And she was asking what might happen if SHE were to get up and dance naked for strange men?

Tell me. WHAT in the HELL was I supposed to say?}

+++

"I know I would. I think it would be..uhh..great! I liked it when you did that..you know..showed them off to me." I managed.

(Exactly the right thing to say, right?)

"You did? Wanna look at them again, maybe touch them?" Billy swerved the old Studebaker off at a wide spot and stopped. She looked me right in the eyes.

I knew I didn't dare jump out and run.

"Billy, I.....?" I stammered.

She reached back for her shirt in the way only women can do because the good lord put their arms on backwards.

She reached over her shoulders and off came the damp tank top. I was right, there was nothing on underneath it.

"Billy! I..." I stammered again. I couldn't help but look at her though, men can't stop themselves from looking at bare titties, any size, any shape.

To us, from birth, titties are survival, it's in our most basic of instincts.

I have seen some women on TV, talking to guys and they go "Hey! Eyes up here!" while their titties are on display, deliberately, intended to get men to look?

Crazy damn world, isn't it?

+++

OK. So there I sat, looking at Billy's boobs, she had her shoulders pulled back and was grinning at me.

"Billy, we really shouldn't be doing this." I told her.

"Why not? You let Debbie get up on stage all naked in front of all of those men. Fair is fair."

Now why Billy insisted on calling my Debra "Debbie", I don't know. I also don't have a clue, not really, as to why she was sitting there with no top on in Bud's old truck, letting me see her half naked.

What I wanted was to be home, inside, lock my doors for a change, take the phone off the hook and sit in my chair. Watch some TV show about how aliens will show up and probably harvest us.

"I ain't never done nothing like this before. So I am just gonna." Billy said, suddenly sounding just like Bud when he talks.

She opened the door and got out.

In the rain.

"Now what in the hell?" I was thinking, as she walked around to in front of the truck.

Then she dropped her fucking blue jeans, stepped out of them! Hell, we were parked in a wide spot right alongside the damned road, anybody could come by at any moment?

"BILLY!!!" I yelled out the window. She was fucking dancing, in the gravel in front of the fucking truck in the fucking rain in plain fucking sight?

Nothing on but a pair of tennis shoes.

Jesus.

I will say, Billy did have a bush on her. It reached damn near all the way to her navel and part way down her inner thighs so all I could see was hair. In fact, I didn't even know that women even could have that much hair down there.

Nobody came by though, thank God. Finally she got back into the truck, still naked. She tossed her jeans on the seat beside us, reached down and started the old truck.

"Are you going to....I mean...like that?" Another first, I never saw anyone ever drive a vehicle stark naked before.

"Yep." Billy tipped her head back and laughed, that sounded a bit like the laugh in one of those Dracula movies.

All I would need to happen now would be for a cop to stop us. Hell, I could see the headlines in the local paper already. That bunch would probably figure out everything, go down there and interview "My lips are sealed.", that asshole Dave Horsley.

Crap, he had already told Bud, and Billy, lord knew who else by now.

Damn it, at the rate things were going to hell in a handbasket, Debra and I might end up having to move to Reno permanently.

+++

We pulled up in front of our house and I hopped out. It was pouring down rain now, I leaned inside and thanked her for the ride and ran for our porch.

"How did it go, honey? Get Bud's tire fixed?" She called out from the kitchen, stirring something in a pot. I went in, she was getting a cake ready.

"Raining, huh? You are all wet." She said.

"Yea."

"What's the matter, honey?" Debra looked right at me carefully.

"Let me go change clothes, let's sit down in the living room. I need to tell you something."

+++

"Oh shit!" Debra exclaimed when I told her about that Dave guy. That was exactly what she had said down in Reno when I told her about him, and how he had bought out Walt's tire shop.

I also told her first about Billy going silly crazy on me, that she just thought was funny as hell.

Dave clearly running his mouth she did not find any humor in at all.

"I think I had better go talk to him." I told her.

"I'm going with you." She hopped up.

"Not a good idea, I might end up having to smack him one." I said.

"Now that is really not a good idea!" She told me.

Don't ever tell my Debra she can't do something she wants to do, that doesn't work.

Dave Horsley looked up when we drove in, he came out all smiles. He glanced at me, then I saw his eyes dart to the tires on my truck. Those are close to new, he made a bit of a face, I guess he was thinking maybe I was going to make his next house payment for him.

"We need to talk. Down in Reno, you saw that but Debra was just having some silly fun. She has to live and work here, so you talking about that could cause her some problems." I told him.

"I haven't told anyone anything." He said.

"You told Bud...and Billy." I gave him my best glare.

"Oh. You mean the guy with the tractor tire? Hell, his wife was standing there with her boobs showing, we got to shooting the shit, is all." He gave me a stupid grin.

"Tell you what. Let's don't mention that again, my wife doesn't care to be embarrassed."

"Maybe she should have kept her pants on then, bud." He said.

There some jerk goes with that "bud" shit again. It's a bit like calling me "pops."

"Ok. We will see." I walked back to the truck pissed off. When I opened the door, I looked over and no Debs.

Glancing back, she was saying something to him. His face turned white, then he nodded.

She came over and got in, smiling.

"What the hell did you say to him, Honey?" I asked her.

"I told him I wasn't one bit embarrassed about my body. Then I told him that some day we might need some tires and we can drive to the valley. He might need a Doctor and he will need to drive one hell of a lot further than that."

I laughed at that one.

"He does have a point, you know." I said.

"What's that?"

"If you don't want to be embarrassed, keep your pants on!" I laughed again. Debs stuck her tongue out at me for that.

We went on home, it's been a week and some change, nothing further. Later, the subject of Billy came up, she really was acting sort of nuts.

Dancing stark naked in the rain right alongside the highway like that?

Debs told me later on that Bud brought Billy in to see her, he was concerned because he found her in the kitchen acting up, no clothes on.

It seems those mushrooms she picked for her soup were not the right kind. At least they didn't kill her. That's what Debs thinks it was, anyway.

So, here we are again. Is Dave under control?

What happens the next time I run into Bud and Billy?

Why is it that I have this feeling....?



Road Trip Ch. 02



Will wandered through the parking lot with his coffee. He'd been out of bed and ready for the day very early, much earlier than was his habit. Not surprising after such a restless night. He'd walked the neighborhood surrounding the hotel until he found a coffee shop and was now wondering how to fill his time before Eve woke up. A friendly bark caught his attention.

Maggie was running toward him, her long leash trailing behind her. He saw Eve sitting at a picnic table at what appeared to be the hotel staff's smoking area. There were three young men relaxing on their smoke breaks, and Will was surprised to see Eve holding a cigarette. He crouched down to greet Maggie and the two of them walked over to join her.

Eve smashed her cigarette in the ashtray as Will approached. The hotel employees took their leave, wishing her a pleasant morning, and she gave them a smile and wave.

"Making friends?" Will teased, sitting down and taking in the sight of her.

Her hair was still damp and pulled back in a messy knot, a few soft strands spilling out and draped along her graceful neck. She wore a black t-shirt with a picture of a bespectacled woman and the words 'Reading is sexy.' He pulled his gaze away from the fabric pulled taut across her breasts, silently agreeing with the message. She was taking a sip of her coffee and smiled at him over the lid. There was the slight redness of fatigue around her eyes.

"You got an early start," she remarked.

"You, too," he said. "Did you sleep okay?"

She shrugged. "I was up late. Insomnia," she explained.

He gave her a concerned look.

"I'm used to it," she said with a smile. "Hungry?"

Yes, he thought, glancing at her chest again, instantly feeling guilty about his lewd thoughts. He forced a smile and nodded.

"Those guys told me about a good diner," she said with a nod toward the men who had just left. Resting her hand lightly on her pack of cigarettes, she looked at him awkwardly. "Do you mind?"

"Oh - no," he said quickly.

"It's a bad habit, I know," she said, lighting a cigarette. "There's just nothing like a good cup of coffee and a cigarette in the morning."

"Yeah," he replied, watching her small fingers deftly handling the lighter and cigarette. He gave himself a mental shake. "Actually, I think I'll join you, if you don't mind?"

She blinked in shock. "Dr. Hammond, you smoke?" she teased.

"Nothing but cigars for years," he said with a chuckle. "But I remember the morning coffee-cigarette buzz fondly. And hell, why not, right?"

She snickered and pushed the pack toward him.

"If you're on vacation, it doesn't count," she quipped.

It was a pleasant day, early enough in the morning that the summer heat was not yet oppressive. They took their time over their coffee, chatting about nothing in particular. When Eve reached for a final cigarette and looked for her lighter, Will realized he'd put it in his pocket out of habit. He leaned over the table to light it for her and she rested her fingers lightly on his hand, her eyes darting up to meet his as she inhaled.

The smoke drifted up around her face, making her look mysterious and exotic as she blinked slowly and sat back. He couldn't look away from her eyes, today a deep grey, and it was a few moments before he realized he was still holding the lighter. He flicked it shut and placed it on the table in front of her, trying to recover from the palpable shock that ran through him when she touched him. Watching her full lips take a drag, he came to a decision. Maybe the decision came to him. Maybe there wasn't a decision to be made at all. But at some point today, he didn't know when, he was going to kiss her.

---

They spent the morning exploring the campus at Notre Dame, and after a light lunch, they discovered a bookstore where they passed time browsing before sitting in the comfortable chairs and reading. Will wasn't able to concentrate on his book, his eyes repeatedly drawn to where she sat nearby with her legs tucked up under her, mindlessly twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as she read. They decided to take Maggie to the dog park, have an early dinner, and get back on the road.

There wasn't a discussion about him joining her in Chicago, Will realized as he tidied up the RV. It was as if it were natural that they were now on this adventure together. What would happen after Chicago - well, he didn't know. He pushed the thought aside as he caught a glimpse of Eve walking across the parking lot.

She had just checked out of the hotel and was carrying her things to the RV. Will jumped out to help her with her bags and turned swiftly to the door to open it for her. He immediately felt a shooting pain go up his back to his neck. He dropped her bag and cursed, the RV door slamming shut.

"Are you okay?" she asked, rushing to him.

He sucked in a breath.

"My back," he said in frustration. "It's a pinched nerve or something that acts up sometimes. Shit."

"Here," she said, slipping under his arm so he could lean on her.

She helped him inside and went back for her things, trying to calm Maggie who was darting around.

"Do you need a doctor?" she asked.

"No, it'll go away soon enough," he said, pressing a hand to his lower back.

He avoided her gaze, embarrassed to be showing his age in such a manner. You're not going to be kissing her now, old fool, he told himself in disgust.

"What can I do? Ice? Heating pad?"

He pointed to a kitchen cupboard. "I have muscle relaxers in there, if you don't mind."

She got him the pills and water, hovering over him. He glanced up to see her worried expression.

"It'll be fine," he assured her. "The hazards that come with traveling with an old man," he tried to joke.

She shot him an angry look. "You're not an old man."

He sighed. "Eve - I'm sorry, I'm not going to be able to drive tonight. Even if I hadn't just taken muscle relaxers, I wouldn't -"

"Don't worry about it," she said, still looking concerned.

"I can tell you how to unhitch your car so you can go," he said, gingerly reclining in his seat.

"I'm not going to leave you alone like this," she said vehemently.

"But -"

"Oh, zip it," she told him. "I'm not leaving. Do you want me to help you get into bed?"

"I can walk," he said. "No need to play nurse to your geriatric patient," he teased.

"Will," she said sharply.

He looked up in surprise.

"Please stop that," she said quietly, focusing on her hands. "I don't see you that way."

"Okay," he said. "Sorry."

"No problem," she said briskly. "You should probably lie down."

"But Eve -" he stopped, his medication already making his head a little fuzzy. "Where are you going to sleep?"

"I'll check back in to the hotel," she said with a shrug. "Though I don't like leaving you alone."

Will wasn't sure if he would have made the offer had he not been medicated, but he spoke without hesitation.

"This converts to a bed," he said, tapping the booth of the kitchen table. "It's probably not as comfortable -"

"It'll be fine," she interrupted, taking his arm. "Come on."

"But -"

"Hush," she admonished, helping him up. "Which one's your room?"

He led her to his bedroom and allowed her to open the door. It was small, the queen-size bed taking up most of the space. He kept it neat out of habit and was now glad for it as he watched her take in the room. Withdrawing his arm from her hand, he moved to the bed and reclined against the headboard. She efficiently plumped some pillows and gently placed them behind his back and head.

"There's extra blankets in there," he said, pointing to the closet.

"Oh, my God," she said, sounding exasperated and amused. "Don't worry about me. What else do you need?"

He shook his head, his vision blurring slightly. He didn't notice her leave and return until she placed a bottle of water on his nightstand along with the bottle of pills. Instinctively he reached for her hand.

"Stay," he mumbled.

"What?"

Her shocked exclamation brought him out of his medicated haze. 

---

Stay? She froze in place.

"Oh - sorry," he said, his eyes wide. "I didn't mean anything by it - I just...I'd like your company."

"Okay," she said, feeling breathless.

Eve looked around the room. There wasn't anywhere else to sit but beside him. She spied a TV on the opposite wall and turned it on as she walked around the bed, climbing up next to him.

"Sorry, Eve," he muttered.

"If you apologize one more time I am going to smother you with a pillow," she told him.

The calmness of her threat seemed to surprise him and he burst out laughing, wincing as the movement aggravated his back.

"Serves you right," she murmured with a smirk, flipping through the TV channels.

She found an old movie and tossed the remote on the bed between them. Looking at Will, she saw he had leaned his head back and had his eyes closed.

"That stuff works fast," she mused, sure he was still awake.

This was confirmed when he raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement. Turning toward him, she rested her head on her arm.

"I wonder...what kind of secrets could I get you to divulge in this state?" she asked teasingly.

"I am...a...vault," he said slowly.

She snickered and he opened an eye to look at her.

"What secrets did you want to know?" he inquired, opening his other eye.

Eve drew back slightly, shaken by his steady gaze.

"I - I don't know," she stammered. "I didn't have time to prepare," she added, grinning.

Her smile faded when he continued to look into her eyes. Their look dragged on until it should have been uncomfortable, but it wasn't. Despite the initial urge to look away, she found herself drawn into his stare. The moment expanded and then contracted, the room fading away into the distance.

"You're just - beautiful," he murmured.

There was a pause while she let his words sink in.

"What?" she whispered.

"You are absolutely beautiful," he repeated.

"You...are high," she responded, still in shock.

"Maybe," he agreed, his eyes not moving from hers. "But that doesn't mean it's not true."

"Dr. Hammond," she said quietly in protest.

"It's Will," he reminded her, breaking eye contact to adjust himself on the bed, grimacing as he did so.

"Are you okay?" she asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Fine," he said softly, closing his eyes.

Eve busied herself with fixing the pillows. Hearing him call her beautiful - twice - was overwhelming, her heart jumping into her throat at the words. The reality that he was likely stoned out of his mind when he said it made her stomach take a twisting dive toward the floor. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the sudden threat of tears.

"Eve?"

Her hands stilled immediately and she drew back to look at him. He opened his eyes slowly and took a second to focus on her.

"I meant what I said. It's not because I'm drugged," he said, his voice rich and clear. "You are beautiful. Maybe you'll believe me if I tell you I've been wanting to kiss you since I saw you at that gas station - that was well before I was medicated."

She gave a small gasp.

"Will -"

"It's okay. I probably wouldn't have said it if I wasn't high," he said with an attempt at a laugh. "But it's still true." He shifted, trying to face her. "Not exactly an exciting road trip for you - taking care of a drugged old fool blathering on, huh?" he joked.

She pressed her lips together, her brow furrowed in shock and confusion and frustration. It was a while before she finally spoke.

"I thought we agreed you weren't going to refer to yourself as old," she said quietly.

"Right," he said in a tight voice.

"And you're not a fool," she went on in a small voice, fiddling with the remote. "What you said is actually kind of romantic - even though you had to be drugged to say it."

He smirked.

"Why don't you try to sleep?" she said softly. "We can talk about it tomorrow - if you want."

"Talk about it?" he slurred as he slid to his back, the medication taking over.

She sighed sadly.

---

"What's there to talk about?" he said in a whisper.

He felt a blanket being pulled over him. The gentle brush of fingertips swept across his brow, though he couldn't be sure he didn't imagine it.

"Oh, how about the fact that I've been thinking about you kissing me for almost ten years," Eve said under her breath as she walked out of the room.

Will's eyelashes fluttered, his brow wrinkling. He didn't know if he'd heard her correctly.

The pills wore off around two in the morning and the pain woke him up. He looked around in confusion for a few minutes before the evening's events came back to him. Glancing at the nightstand, he found he could turn his head slightly with minimal pain and sat up slowly. His bedroom door was open and there was a faint light coming from the kitchen. Making his way to the bathroom, he brushed his teeth and stared at his reflection.

Did I really tell her I wanted to kiss her? Or was that a dream?

He desperately hoped it was the latter, but his gut told him otherwise. Shuffling into the kitchen, he saw that Eve had figured out the convertible bed but was awake, typing on her laptop. She looked up as he entered, closing the laptop and getting up. 

"Are you all right? How's the pain?" she asked anxiously, walking over to him.

He gazed down at her, entranced. She was wearing bright pink pajama pants and a thin white tank top. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders, her eyes slightly reddened from exhaustion. She was so short she didn't even reach his shoulders. He smothered a sigh. She looked like a sweet, innocent young girl, and he still wanted her, still felt the blazing tension in his chest that interfered with his breathing. 

"Better," he said awkwardly, taking a step back. 

Confusion flickered over her face and he turned to the refrigerator, taking out a bottle of water to give himself something to do, hoping it wouldn't seem like he'd been trying to get away from her. 

"Why are you still up?" he asked. 

"Couldn't sleep," she said. "Can I get you anything?" 

He turned and saw she had moved toward him while she spoke. Looking into her eyes was a bad idea, so he lowered his gaze and saw her lips were parted slightly. Shifting his eyes desperately, he noticed the slow rise and fall of her chest and his eyes fluttered shut momentarily. Get it together, he told himself. 

"Will?" 

She placed a hand on his arm and he looked at it blankly, the delicate fingers barely touching him but emitting enough heat to leave a permanent mark.

"Will." 

This time her voice was low and husky, demanding his attention and he complied. Her eyes bored into him, so dark he couldn't determine what color they were. He allowed the bottle of water to slip from his grasp. He wrapped his hands around her elbows and pulled gently, moving her toward him just an inch, ignoring the pool of water now spreading at their feet. Running a hand up one of her arms until it reached her neck, he stroked his thumb along the line of her jaw, staring into her wide, dark eyes. 

It couldn't be helped. He couldn't stop himself, even if he wanted to. It was pointless to resist. He was being drawn to her as if she were a homing beacon, calling out to him without words. She must feel it. The connection felt to him like a physical tether; surely something that strong couldn't be one-sided. He dipped his head quickly before he could change his mind, as if that were an option. Cupping her cheeks, he found her lips and felt the burning pressure in his chest expand, traveling through his body like an unstoppable fire. 

She was soft. So soft. Softer than he imagined. Warm and sweet. She tasted like berries and chardonnay, the flavor exploding in his mouth and making him gasp against her lips. Her lips that were molding to his, yielding and delicate, their mouths moving as if in a perfectly choreographed dance. She followed his lead at first, then took charge, flicking her tongue against his lip. His knees threatened to buckle and he took in a shuddering breath before tangling his fingers in her hair, drawing her closer and searching for her with his tongue. Her hands were on his chest and he felt her melt into him, surrendering to him. 

Maybe he was the one surrendering. He was certainly lost. Lost in the heavenly feel of her luxurious hair streaming through his fingers. In the complexities of her mouth, at once tender and fierce, passive and dynamic. Lost in the pressure of her supple curves against him, at the small hands now winding their way around his back, kneading and clutching at intervals. He could linger in that kiss for hours, weeks, eternity, and still discover new surprises. 

It was only the pain in his back and the crick in his neck that eventually broke through, his body seizing uncomfortably. That, and the dog now knocking into their legs as Maggie lapped up his spilled water. Pulling away regretfully, he ignored the pain as best he could, brushing his lips against her cheeks and eyelids before attempting to straighten up. 

Her eyes fluttered open gradually, blinking slowly at his chest before peeking up at him through her lashes. He stopped breathing, waiting nervously to see her reaction, to read her expression. Her eyes were a clear, pale blue under heavy, desire-filled lids. Eyes that were looking into his searchingly. Eyes that were wanting, but also held questions and perhaps some doubt. 

"I'm not high," he told her firmly.

She blinked in surprise, then giggled. He smiled down at her, combing his fingers through her hair before reaching down to take her hand. 

"You should go back to bed," she said softly. "Take another round of happy pills." 

He nodded, squeezing her fingers. It took everything he had to release her hand, wanting nothing more than to declare the only way he was returning to bed was if she went with him. But even with their kiss still burning on his lips he couldn't stop the uncertainty, the disquiet bubbling up inside of him.

"Go on, I'll clean up," she said, pointing to his bedroom. 

Walking backwards, he held her eyes until his legs hit the bed, finally turning away.

---

Eve distractedly dried the floor, brushing Maggie aside. Her head was spinning. Even after he'd called her pretty, even after his drugged confession, that kiss seemed to come out of nowhere. Yet it also felt inevitable. When he'd appeared in the kitchen, her first thought had been worry for his pain, then unease at his distant and uncomfortable demeanor. She had meant her touch to be a simple, concerned gesture. 

But his gaze dropped to her hand and her eyes unwittingly followed, needing a few seconds to focus on his large arm, its muscles hard under her fingers. The heat penetrated her skin, zeroing in at a spot deep in her chest. She said his name involuntarily, barely recognizing the voice, deep with need, as her own. Then he was grabbing her, holding her, kissing her. His lips, both soft and strong, capturing hers, claiming hers - claiming her. Causing a rush of electricity to barrel through her, making her thighs quiver. 

It was unlike any other kiss she had ever experienced. She could have set up permanent camp in that kiss. All the silly daydreams she'd had in college, all the fantasies that had been running through her head since yesterday - was it really only yesterday? - none of them compared. And this was just a kiss. She didn't understand it. But she gave in to it, sinking into his tall, firm, welcoming body and letting herself fall. 

She had to force herself to meet his eyes, not knowing what to expect. Wanting nothing more than to squeeze her eyes shut tight as a barrier against rational thought, pull him to the floor, and tumble further into whatever this was. The doubts seeped in quickly, overpowering everything else. He was medicated, in pain, not to mention still technically married. He said he'd been wanting to kiss her since the previous day, and now he had. Maybe that was all.




Road Trip Ch. 02



She tiptoed to the doorway of his bedroom, peering in at him but not really seeing him. Her mind was still back in the kitchen, in that moment when he'd taken her arms, mesmerized by the intense look in his eyes just before he'd kissed her. 

---

Will had shed his jeans and t-shirt before falling into bed, flinging an arm over his eyes, waiting for his breathing to regulate. His body was uncooperative. Remembering he hadn't taken another dose of the muscle relaxers, he reached out for the bottle and caught sight of her in the doorway. 

She was hovering there, watching him. His movement made her jump, but she remained in place as if frozen. They regarded each other silently for a minute, then he moved his arm from the nightstand, holding it out to her. She hesitated for the briefest of moments before approaching. She took his hand and he slid carefully into the center of the bed, tugging gently. Responding to the wordless invitation, she dropped his hand and crawled in next to him, turning to her side so they were facing each other. 

Eve smiled softly, a fond smile that quickly became teasing. 

"You're a really good kisser," she said.

His cheeks flushed and he gave her a surprised smile. There was less than a foot of space between them but they weren't touching. He reached out to her hand resting on the bed, placing his fingers on hers gently.

"That wasn't just me," he said quietly. 

Her playfulness vanished and she smiled shyly.

"Listen, Eve -" he began, not really knowing what to say.

"Don't," she interrupted. "We don't need to talk about it - at least not now. Okay?" 

"Okay," he agreed uncertainly.

"Do you need another pill?" she asked, reaching behind her for the bottle.

"Probably," he admitted. 

"Go to sleep," she murmured once he had swallowed the medication.

"Will you stay?" he asked, his voice barely audible. 

Her fingers touched his head softly, rhythmically stroking the worry line on his forehead.

"Of course," she whispered. 

Will let out a long breath, sinking into the softness of the pillow and the soothing feel of her fingertips on his brow.

---

Eve stared at the ceiling, her fingers moving into his hair, sweeping gently through the soft waves. He had looked almost petrified when she got into bed, had sounded so apprehensive when he asked her to stay. It had calmed her, alleviating some of her fears, but the doubts returned once he fell asleep. What are we doing? she asked herself. She turned to look at him, only now taking in the sight of him shirtless and half-covered by a sheet. 

Damn. He had been working out, she thought, studying the hard lines of his chest and stomach. Her qualms faded as she stared at him. His body heat seemed to transfer through her fingertips, making her relaxed and sleepy. And comfortable, she realized, her eyes drifting shut. Comfortable. 

She woke up a few hours later to find her arm trapped under him. Smiling, she nudged his head to rest on her shoulder, and exhaled deeply.

---

When his medication wore off the second time, Will woke not from the returning pain but from the absence of the narcotic-induced haze. He knew without opening his eyes that his pain was gone and he would be able to move freely again. Rubbing his cheek against the pillow, he sighed in relief. 

That's not a pillow.

His eyes snapped open. The lovely, sleeping face of Eve was inches from his. He was nestled in her shoulder, her arm around his neck. One of his hands was resting on her stomach. On the flat, toned stomach gently moving as she breathed the deep breath of sleep. He could feel her warmth through the thin layer of cotton that was her tank top. His body instantly responded and he concentrated on inhaling and exhaling as quietly as he could. 

Eve stretched in her sleep, causing her top to rise up her torso, exposing an abdomen the delicious color of honey. Her free hand landed on her stomach, millimeters from his. He watched her fingers, twitching slightly as she slept, wondering what she was dreaming of. Propelled by the same unstoppable force that had made him kiss her, he slid his hand to hers, covering it with his, stroking it with his thumb. 

He closed his eyes, losing himself in the silkiness of her skin. He felt her hand moving against his but resolutely kept his eyes shut, partly afraid that if she were awake he would feel compelled to withdraw, but mostly to enhance the sensations by exploring without sight. Warmth erupted from their joined hands like a slow-moving volcano, flowing up his arm to his chest until his entire body was sluggish as if he'd spent hours in a hot tub. Their hands moved against each other, their fingers undulating, twining and caressing, alternating control and docility from one to the other as naturally as if they'd worked out the details beforehand. 

"Mm." The sound exited her lips in a satisfied sigh.

He opened his eyes to see her stretching again, still appearing to be asleep. She arched her back slightly and he was mesmerized by the gentle sloping line of her body, from her full breasts to the flare of her hips. She slipped her arm from his neck and turned to her side, automatically snuggling her back into his chest while keeping their hands joined. Taking a deep breath, he slid his arm under her head so she was resting on his shoulder. He felt her sigh with her whole body as she adjusted her head on his arm and he immediately buried his face in her hair. 

He fell asleep enveloped by the satiny waves of her hair and the intoxicating smell of flowers.

---

The shifting of the mattress caused Eve to open her eyes just a sliver. Will was climbing into bed, now wearing a t-shirt in addition to his boxers. She was just able to glimpse one muscular leg before he drew the blanket up. His hand rested lightly on her waist and she turned to face him. He was watching her intently. 

"Do you like eggs?" he asked in a serious tone. 

She snickered. 

"Uh, yes. And good morning." 

He grinned playfully and her heart did a somersault. 

"Good morning," he repeated meaningfully. "How did you sleep?" 

Eve stretched and smiled at him. 

"Really great, actually," she said with mild surprise. 

She couldn't remember the last time she felt this well rested. His smile widened and she impulsively brushed his hair back, letting her fingers rest on his face.

"How's your back?" she asked.

"Completely recovered," he said cheerfully. "I was going to make you an omelet for breakfast. I've been waiting for you to wake up to make sure you like eggs."

It was such a simple thing, really - waiting for someone to wake up to have breakfast, asking their food preferences. She knew that logically. But even knowing that, his thoughtfulness filled her with unexplainable joy. 

"Thank you," she said softly, trailing her fingers down his cheek before withdrawing her hand. 

He grew solemn, and her smile wavered. It wasn't an expression of intensity or desire. There was none of the heated urgency she'd seen just before he kissed her. She could almost see the words forming in his mind. Could feel the impending conversation.

"Okay if I jump in the shower?" she asked, sitting up quickly. 

"Oh - sure," he said, confusion flitting over his face. 

On her way to the bathroom, she stopped in the kitchen to get her bag and saw Maggie curled up on her bed next to her half-full bowl of dog food. He took care of my dog. Eve smiled, her stomach fluttering. She crowded into the tiny shower, wondering how he managed to fit his large frame in there. She stood immobile under the spray for a few minutes, trying to avoid thinking and failing. 

Whatever was on Will's mind about this - whatever this was...she didn't expect to like it. Sadness fell over her like a shroud. She would have expected to feel thrilled at being so close to living out her fantasy of being with him, but the reality was that it could never be anything, could never turn into anything...real. It would have been better to just leave it as an unrequited crush than to come so close only to know it would inevitably slip away. 

Forcing the thoughts aside, she showered quickly, knowing if she gave in to even one tear, she might not stop. Putting on a t-shirt and jeans, she tied her wet hair back and straightened her shoulders. Steadying her features and putting on a smile, she returned to the kitchen where Will was just finishing their omelets. 

"That smells great," she said appreciatively. "And coffee?" she added excitedly. "This isn't a bad way to travel. It almost makes up for that teensy shower." 

He laughed, plating their food and joining her at the table. 

"What should we do today?" Will asked tentatively. "Do you want to head straight to Chicago?"

"Up to you," she said easily. "Katie's working until six, so there's no rush. I can't check into my hotel until two, I think." 

"I'd like to go back to that bookstore," Will said. "I knew I would regret not buying that book of poetry." 

"Well, it was nice of you to leave at least one book behind," she said, giggling. 

He grinned, glancing at the stack of books he'd purchased the day before. 

Eve could sense him waiting for the right time to broach the subject. She purposely kept their conversations throughout the morning trivial, regularly changing the subject, knowing she was likely not fooling him. When they began the drive to Chicago after lunch, she sat nervously in the passenger seat, feeling trapped.

"Katie suggested a place to meet for dinner," she said, reading a text from her friend. "Will you come?" 

"Did you want me to?" he asked, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

She chewed her lower lip guiltily, hating how confused he sounded by her behavior today. 

"I do," she said quietly.

He turned and she met his eyes briefly. They were unreadable. 

"Then I will," he said, turning back to face the road. 



Road Trip Ch. 02



Author's note: You'd think this is obvious, but let me go ahead and state this so I don't get another anonymous scolding. This is pure fantasy. This did not and has not and will not happen in real life. Driving is a major responsibility and should be approached responsibly. Anyone who views this passage as anything other than a fictional, erotic story should read something else. Rant over.

"Into the back, please."

We had just been reunited. I didn't want to be separated again. But I hated to disobey. Well, it ran against my nature. The actual result of my disobedience was quite enjoyable, mostly.

He grabbed my collar before slamming the front passenger door behind me, his eyes boring into mine. He was watching me deliberately, torn between my desire to obey and my desire to be near him. His hand crept up my arm and to the base of my neck. "What is it, pet? Please share." Chills went down my spine as he tightened his grip, angling my face directly toward his.

I inhaled sharply, then slowly said, "I wish to be near you, Sir, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hesitate."

"Good girl," he breathed, before planting a kiss on my neck. He buckled my collar into place as he told me, "But it's the back for you. Please sit on the floor directly behind the middle console. I would like to feel your breath on my arm while I have it on my armrest."

Mmm, the joy of my collar returned to me! This was right; this was heaven, I thought as I clambered into position. The floor was spacious, but not enough for me to sit cross-legged. I slid one foot under each front seat as he closed the door and walked around the truck to get into the driver's seat. 

As the engine roared to life, I realized that the vibrations of the truck were running directly beneath me. It wasn't enough to set me off; I needed a few minutes before I could take any more arousal, but it was a teasing touch that I wasn't sure my Master even noticed. 

The truck began to move, merging with the traffic on the interstate. Cars were becoming more frequent as the rest of the world headed to their jobs. His arm rested on the console, right in front of my face. I leaned forward to rest my chin on the edge, letting my lips barely graze his arm before settling into position. He nudged his arm back, urging me to continue.

I kissed tentatively at the soft skin above his elbow, raising the sleeve of his shirt with my teeth and softly exploring the small patch of flesh he offered me. I went toward the inside of his arm, the pale, sensitive area under his armpit. He suddenly jumped; he was insanely ticklish.

"Darling, you're very affectionate today. Why?"

I nudged his arm with my nose. "I'm following your lead, Master."

I didn't have to see his face to know I'd made him smile. 

"There's a gift for you in the pocket behind the passenger seat. Please put it in and tell me how it feels," he ordered, the smile still lingering in his voice. I felt inside the pocket and found a small vibrator with a bend at the end. "The bend is to stimulate your G-spot. Please insert it and tell me what you think."

With difficulty, I brought the small vibe to rest against my pleasure spot.

"It feels...different, sir."

"How about now?" Presumably, he held the vibrator in his hand, out of my sight. It began to buzz inside of me, igniting the flame of desire that had been gently smoldering since I sat in the floor of his truck.

I gasped; I bucked; I kicked my legs suddenly. "Oh, s-s-sir, this is...augh!"

My articulation wasn't what he was attracted to, I know.

His eyes were glued to the road. The buzzing inside me stopped. "You will grasp the hooks behind each seat," he told me, and I looked to my left and right, quickly holding the small plastic extension that came out the back of each seat. "You will not speak. You will not come. But you may moan, gasp, and breathe."

Before me, his arm was still on the armrest. That was my Master, calm and collected, driving with one hand while he ordered a woman to sexual heights. I kissed his skin, then opened my mouth and grazed him softly with my teeth. I felt him intake a sharp breath. Okay, he wasn't completely unflappable.

The buzzing began again. I clung to the backs of the seats, felt my toes curl and writhe. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, trying to breathe evenly and failing. The pressure against my inner pleasure button, coupled with the humming of the road beneath me and the collar around my neck and the power I was under, all of it quickly built me up into a state of arousal I wasn't familiar with. My breathing grew heavy, my eyelids were squeezed shut, and suddenly, I felt his fingers sliding between my legs, searching out my other pleasure button. 

"Please, Sir, let me come!" I exclaimed, forgetting his order not to speak. The buzzing inside me stopped abruptly. His hand continued to explore me, his shoulder slumping as he reached the wetness between my thighs. 

Three fingers probed my moist sex, sliding slowly around my opening. "You were not to speak," he said softly. I remained silent. I watched the muscles of his arm bunch and tighten in front of me. He lifted his arm, straightened himself in his seat. His fingers were covered in my juices. "Clean this off me," he said coolly.

He had propped his elbow on the armrest, his fingers turned back high above my head. I pulled myself up to a semi-kneeling position and sucked his fingers dry apologetically. 

His fingers wound around my neck and roughly bunched around a healthy chunk of hair. He pulled down and forward, stretching me painfully and forcing me to stare at his profile. Austere features painted his face. I watched a car pass us, then another. A woman stared from the driver's seat and then looked away. "I don't want to punish you," he finally said, his grip loosening.

I kissed his fingers thankfully before they fell away. "You may sit on the seat. And you may speak," he told me.

"I'm sorry, sir. I forgot myself completely. This new toy...it sorta blew all the thoughts out of my head." I slid back onto the leather of the backseat, stretching my legs. The toy was still buried inside me, making its presence known with sudden pressure. I gasped and changed position slightly.

I saw the smile in his eyes in the rearview mirror, then felt the vibrator stir to life again. "Tell me what you're feeling," he ordered again.

I met his eyes, barely. My own lids were fluttering in an effort to keep control of my body. "Oh, sir, it reminds me of when I play with myself, of when I use items to send me over the edge. It feels like a wave is crashing into you, only you can't lose your breath..." I moaned. Our eyes met again. "It's like the first time with you," I told him, then closed my eyes to maintain control. "Sir, may I come?"

"No," he said. The vibrations came to a halt once more. I panted, opening my eyes. His were studying the road. "Would you like to move up front, dear?"

A smile split across my face. "Yes, please."

"Remove your panties and come join me."

I took my now soaking undies and tucked them into the pocket behind the passenger seat, then clambered into the front. I fastened my seat belt and tucked my feet under me, facing his direction. He held his hand palm-up on the armrest, inviting me to slip mine in it. I did so.

After a few minutes, I began to reclaim myself, but of course I was too wound up by my unrelieved need to be still. I stroked his fingers and his hand and his arm, enjoying the extra flesh I was now able to worship. I lifted his hand gently, eyeing him for approval, then led his fingers to my lips. I kissed each fingertip, leaving bits of wetness on his skin before taking his index finger into my mouth. 

I spent long minutes working his fingers with my tongue, my lips, and my throat. I wanted release, true. But I loved getting my Master as excited as I was. As I sent two of his fingers as far as they would go down my throat and let them sit there, he shifted with a small gasp. Enough to let me know I was on the right track and that he was no longer trying to hide it. 

We merged onto a much larger highway. Cars were scarce, most people were busy plugging away at computers or tugging at their business suits. We were alone, and heading north toward my family's cabin upstate. 

His wet fingers slid across my cheek and gripped my chin. "It seems that you quite enjoy that action, pet. Why not do it on something larger?" He lifted the armrest so that I could lay across the seat, then set his cruise control and stared ahead. Unbuckling my seat belt, he urged me further. "On your knees. Now."

I hurried to comply as he placed his hand at the base of my neck. Gently, he was pushing me toward his crotch. I nestled my face into the area, smelling his jeans and the cotton of his boxers and the intangible smell of him. I hummed contentedly before pulling back and slithering my hands to his belt, undoing the restraints between myself and his already stiff member.

When his jeans were open, I nestled my nose into his crotch again, using my teeth to free him from the folds of his boxers. It sprang free, reeling in my vision, as if it had its own gravitational pull and only my lips were affected. I kissed the base of it, feeling it rest against my cheek. I worked my way up his shaft, kissing each inch of him.

His hand slid down my back and rested on my hindquarters. I held my breath, my lips still in contact with the head of his penis. His hand rose, then crashed onto my left ass cheek. "Go on," he said, a husky flavor in his voice. His other hand was gripping the steering wheel tightly.

My tongue snaked out of my mouth and painted the tip of his shaft, delighting in the smells and tastes that clung to him. Urine, soap, and shaving cream all mingled delightfully. I felt that this was the best flavor, the best smell on earth. In thanks, I opened my mouth and descended on his member, working the tip beyond my gag reflex and sucking my cheeks in.

A second swat at my backside, then he gripped it hard, letting me know his frustrations were mounting. I raised and lowered my head, worshipping his organ with my tongue and tonsils and teeth in the most grateful way I could. His stinging swats grew stronger, his hands leaving my flesh, then clinging to it over and over again. 

My fingers tickled his sac, I moaned and hummed, sending good vibrations through his core. The truck slowed, but I sped up, knowing I was sending him over the edge. 

"That's my good girl, my naughty pet," he hissed, his moans beginning to escape him. They echoed bizarrely in the small cab; it began to rock as a semi rocketed past us. He threw the truck into park before planting both hands on me, sliding them under my clothing, gripping my flesh. His body bucked beneath the forces I was applying to his cock; I groaned as his hands wound in my hair and he began to force my head up and down.

He bulged in my mouth. His moans were pouring from him; my ass was bare and he was pounding it with his beautiful hand; he suddenly buried two fingers inside me and I came instantly; my walls contracted around his fingers and I was suddenly sucking him off in two ways. His left hand pushed my head down until my nose was pressing against his pelvis.

I squirmed involuntarily; he gave a final cry; I felt his hips buck up into my face and hot liquid shot down my throat. I swallowed again and again, milking his cock for every ounce of juice I could get from him. He pulled his hand from my pussy and let it rest on my ass. 

I lifted my head and took a breath. His other hand caressed my cheek and he directed my face to his face. I licked my lips and returned the beaming smile he had upon his face, his eyes half-closed and his cheeks bright and flushed. He pulled me to him and kissed me deeply; I let his tongue explore and lay still in his arms. 

Trucks thundered past, shaking the truck. A horn blared from behind us before the source streaked past. His lips released mine. The world melted back into place. His seat belt was still on, rubbing against his gorgeous neck. My skirt was up over my back. I sat back and smoothed myself over. He cleared his throat and returned his limp, but glorious organ to its hiding place.

He pushed a button on the GPS unit to his left. A voice sounded through the cabin, telling us we were ten miles from the final turn-off. I shifted in my seat and gasped; the small vibrator was still tucked away against my G-spot. I looked to him.

"Nope, that stays. It'll be our secret. You might even enjoy seeing your family with that inside you." He shifted into gear and nosed onto the highway again. "Now, tell me about this family of yours."



Road Trip Ch. 02



It had been two weeks since our road trip to Gail and Rick's house. Though we had talked about out trip a number of times, another trip was never mentioned. 

We had an uneventful week and we both were looking forward to a quiet evening at home Friday night.

My wife arrived a little later than usual and obviously had something on her mind. I knew when the time was right she would tell me what it was. Dinner was fine, and we drank a little white wine as we cleared the plates and cleaned the dishes. 

As everything was put away and I ventured into the television room she said, "Gail called, she wants us to come over at 9:30."

I looked at her and my stomach fluttered.

"She said she has something to show us. She wants us to let ourselves in and be totally quiet. She'll let us know what to do when we get there."

"Really, what do you think this is all about?"

"I think Rick is having a coming out party so to speak, but my guess is, he doesn't know it yet."

I just looked at her wondering what we would see when we arrived.

"Why don't you go upstairs and take a shower and get cleaned up. Then we can spend the next hour or so keeping you nice and hard before we go."

I was already pretty horny, so an hour of stimulation would be a little tough, but I loved being teased and having to wait to cum, so I was up for it. In fact, I looked forward to it.

I returned after my shower wearing only a bathrobe. My wife patted the couch next to her and I sat down. I was already hard from performing a touch up shave of my cock and balls. She opened my bathrobe and started slowing taking me to the edge of orgasm, time and again over the next hour as we talked. She used her hands and her mouth, with lots of ball squeezing. I was a good boy and told her when I though I was ready to cum, so she could stop and there were no accidents.

After an hour or so she said, "Go upstairs and get dressed. Just put on a pair of chinos, a polo shirt and boat shoes. That way if Rick is naked, it will be that much more embarrassing for him being the only one undressed. Plus we'll still be able to see the outline of your hard on."

I did as I was told.

We left for their house and were there in about 15 minutes.

We parked, walked to the door and slowly open it, being as quiet as could be.

We could hear music playing from the basement, not too loud but obvious. There was a note on the entrance way table, written in a woman's handwriting.

"Be very quiet. Take off your shoes and come downstairs to the basement. Don't say a thing, I don't want Rick to know you are here yet. This will be fun, thanks for coming."

I looked at my wife and we both made a face expressing our bewilderment. We kicked off our shoes and headed to the partially opened basement door. The music was obviously loud enough to cover any noise our barefoot steps or movements might make. Clever of her, she was thinking ahead.

When we entered the finished basement the scene was pretty much what my wife had expected.

Standing in the middle of the room, facing us was Rick. He was naked and hard. His wrists were through the end loops in two ropes attached to a beam in the ceiling. He was not tied, but the rope was strong enough to hold his weight if he needed it. It obviously was a play bondage scene. His legs were spread about shoulder width, and he was blind folded with one of the eye shades you get on airplanes.

Gail was standing in front of him in a pair of shorts and a bra. She looked over her shoulder at us and smiled. One hand was slowly and lightly raking her nails up the shaft of his erection and around the ridge of his cock head. He was jerking under the stimulation, her other hand was lightly pinching and pulling his nipples, slowly and sensually. 

She turned away from us to concentrate on Rich, working on his cock head with her nails for about 5 minutes. The poor guys was really bucking and moaning. She was relentless, coaxing him harder with her nails and fingers just around his cock head, but not enough friction to allow him to cum.

This scene had obviously been going on for a while, Rich was breathing heavy and pre-cum was dripping from his cock.

Gail pushed her finger nail into the slit of his cock and scooped some lubricate onto her nail and put it is his mouth. There was no resistance, he accepted it gladly.

She said to Rick, "Honey, I'm going to let you come pretty soon, I promise. You have been a very good boy waiting a week for this orgasm and I want it to be a real fireworks display for you. Have you liked your week of teasing?"

Rick: "Yea, I have, more than I ever thought I would." He gasped.

She slowly moved around behind him pressing her chest into his back while continuing to play with his cock, balls and nipples in a reach-around, for our benefit.

As I watched I couldn't believe a cock could be harder. But just two weeks ago, I was getting the same treatment, and I wasn't blindfolded and unaware of my observers. Talk about embarrassing and stimulating. I wished I was Rick right now.

By the way, Rick was shaved, and freshly by the razor burn and red blotched around his cock and balls. It takes a while to get use to it, as I know.

"Now you need to tell me one more time what we agreed to." She removed her hands from his cock and put them on his hips pushing forward and backward, bouncing his cock up and down lewdly for our benefit. She was smiling and looking at us.

Ricksaid, "Honey, I promised, you don't have to make me say it." His cock was straining.

"Yes you do, you have to ask for it, you know that. It's part of the deal."

"After you let me cum, I want to lick it all up for you." He turned a bright shade of red as he said this.

"You want to lick what up?"

"My cum, honey, I want to lick up my cum."

"Ask nice."

"Can I please lick up my cum for you Gail, I really want to."

"Oh, honey, I know you do and I know you will. To make it easier on you, I'll let you cum on my boobs, that way you will enjoy licking them clean, how does that sound?"

"That sounds great, honey, thanks." His poor cock was bouncing to his heart beat he was so hard.

She slowly moved around in front of him and dropped to her knees. She took his cock in her mouth and gave it a nice sucking and licking.

"Rick, leave your blindfold on after you cum, it will be easier for you to lick up your sperm if you don't have to see it, at least for this first time."

She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. "I'll help you down to your knees after you cum honey, you just hang there for a second OK?"

"OK"

"Here we go babe." She pushed back on the cock making the head bulge out purple and hard. He groaned.

"You have really earned this cum Rick, really let loose when you cum, really enjoy it"

Rick through grit teeth, "Oh god."

He pushed hard with his cock into her hand, she pushed back equally hard.

"Oh my God, here I come oh god..."

And with that he started to shoot. Gail arched her back and brought his cock to the middle of her chest. There were at least three hard squirts. A deep breath from Rick and he started shooting again, another three less forceful squirts. He was screaming. It was an amazing amount of cum, it looked like a shot glass full. 

Rick was now just hanging from the ropes. Gail stood and turned toward us with a smile so we could see how much cum covered her chest. She turned back to him.

"Let me help you." She softly helped him pull his hands out of the loops and kneel down on the floor. She kneeled in front of him and scooped some cum from her chest to the nipple of her right boob.

"Open up honey, I want you to suck my nipple."

She put her nipple into his mouth and he suckled on her nipple. She did the same thing for the other nipple and he sucked her clean again. She put her hands on either side of his head and guided him forward. 

"Now between my boobs, put your tongue out." He did and she guided him forward and he started to lick the massive globs of cum from between her breasts. 

"Let me see some in your mouth." Her voice showed her excitement.

He licked again and pulled back and opened his mouth. There was a big glob on his tongue. She moved slightly out of the way so we could see. 

"That looks fantastic, swallow for me and show me your empty mouth."

He did and then leaned in for some more, getting cum on his nose, cheek and forehead as he licked. He wasn't being told any longer, he was now hungry for his own cum.

When he was done, she pulled his head to her chest and he laid it there and rested.

"You did really well Rick, really well."

She reached up and pulled his blind fold off his head. He blinked against the bright light, but his eyes quickly adjusted and he saw us for the first time. He turned a bright shade of red, and had a look of horror on his face. I don't think he ever anticipated this part of the scene, witnesses to his submission and subversion.

"I wanted our friends to see you eat your first load of cum. How was it Rick?"

He was speechless as he looked from us to his wife. He was so highly embarrassed as to be at a loss for words. Gail laughed.

"Rick, did you enjoy me making you lick your cum up?"

He looked at her, smiled and said, "Yea".

My wife said it was fantastic, my hard on and wet spot on the front of my chinos was my unvoiced answer. I finally said, "Welcome to the club Rick."

"Rick, go upstairs and get us some beers would you, and don't put on any cloths and don't wipe the cum from your face"

Gail got up and put her bra back on, this wasn't her sex show, and we knew that. She did have very nice and perky tits. There was still plenty of dried cum on her chest and a glob near her collar bone that Rick had missed and she didn't know was there.

Rick returned and we stood around sipping beer and chatting about the scene we just witnessed. Rick was very embarrassed being the only one naked and totally submissive for his wife and in front of her guests, but his cock was coming back to life.

Gail noticed and reached over to stroke it a little. I kept glancing at the glob of cum on her upper chest.

She noticed my glance and asked if there was still cum on her.

My wife answered yes.

Gail told me to lick it off and glanced at my wife.

My wife looked and me and gave a slight nod.

I stepped in and for the first time in my life tasted another man's sperm.

Everyone was quite for a moment, watching me as I swallowed. An awkward silence filled the room as everyone had their own thoughts about what I had done.

Now I was embarrassed, but hard.

Gail said, "I think we need some time alone together to talk about this, you guys don't mind do you?"

"Not at all", my wife said. I shook Ricks hand and said congratulations, kissed Gail on the cheek, my wife kissed Gail and Rick on the cheek and squeezed his balls.

"Better fill those up again, I have a feeling your not done for the evening." 

We said goodnight and left.

I drove on the way home and my wife said, "That was one heck of a load of cum."

I agreed and looked over at my wife. 

"Take off your cloths, would you."

Without saying a word, she started to strip. When she was naked and her clothing was thrown into the back of the car she said, "You're going to cum as much as possible this weekend, and then you're going to take a week off."

"Sounds great." I wondered why a week wait.

"Then maybe next weekend, we'll go back to their house and see if we can turn you boys into cocksuckers!"

I was too shocked to say anything. I continued to drive home. I needed to fuck her badly, but I was thinking about what she had just said. This could be an interesting week.



Road Trip Ch. 02



We pull into the driveway hearing the small pebbles of gravel snapping at the tires. The front porch has a small glow coming down from the faint porch light. No thoughts of kids, busy streets or work, just him and I. We slide out of the van and grab our necessities for the night; the rest can wait till morning. 

In silence we approach the cabin; his hands are shaking in anticipation. I can hear the keys being fumbled around as he finds the right one to unlock the door to our weekend.

At last, we're alone. Ever since our return to the city we've been surrounded. His friends, my friends, our friends, kids and work. I've been looking at him, the rest of the drive up here and rethinking our rest stop earlier that evening. Relearning the way he looks, the way he moves. Wanting to have him to myself as soon as possible. Well, now it's possible. 

So now, behind closed doors, we are finally alone. I turn off the light and look at him in the cool moon glow streaming through the windows. I've never told him how wonderful he looks, even though he is only wearing a t-shirt and sweats. I think you can tell from the look in my eyes how much I love him, how much I've missed having him with me. 

We drop our bags on the couch with a thud. He grabs my hand and tugs me gently in the direction of the bedroom. We walk hand in hand; I am not sure which one of us is walking faster. We stand by the bed on the cold hardwood floor, looking at each other in silence, I run a fingertip along the collar of his shirt, lightly touching his skin. His breath catches in his throat. I lightly kiss his lips, then pull back to look at his face. My eyes sparkle as I smile at him. I feel warm inside, and he smiles back. His hands slide under my shirt and across my back. I feel his fingers dancing lightly on my skin, and I shiver through the heat that builds within me. My hands find their way under his shirt and around his waist as he links his fingers and drops his hands to the small of my back. We hold each other tightly again, pressing our bodies together at the hips as his mouth seeks mine. He kisses my lips, my cheek, and my temple. I move my face past his and press it into his hair. I breathe deeply, and he feels the air of the room moving across his scalp as I inhale. My skin tingles with anticipation.

We move apart, ever so slightly, and look into each other's eyes. We kiss tenderly, then firmly, our passion restrained, than wanton. My lower lip quivers as he runs his tongue along it, then I follow suit, licking my lips as I taste him again, like the first time. I move my lips across his cheek, nibbling at his flesh, approaching his ear. I reach it, and whisper what I've wanted to scream out loud this whole day long: 

"I Love You"

My hand is stroking one nipple; my mouth is playing with the other. His hands move to cup my rear, then stroking it. I move to the other nipple, pressing my full breasts against him. He cups my face in his hands, stroking my cheek, and running his fingers through my hair. He lifts up my blouse and drops it on the floor. I arch my back and smile at him, feeling free. One hand lifts to stroke the side of my breast, the other my side, moving down my leg. He licks and kisses my nipple. His hand cups my other breast, flicking the tight nipple with his thumb. I lean into him, wanting him. His other hand slips under my skirt, moving up my leg toward my hips. I hold onto his shoulders, vaguely stroking. His hands on my buttocks hold me firmly against his erection through his pants. 

"I want you," he whispers.

I move myself against him. His pants feel rough on the insides of my thighs. 

"Yes" is all I can say, all that's needed. 

Wanting to feel more of him. We kiss, holding each other, trying to become one. Finally we stop to breathe. 

"Speak now if you want to move" he says. 

I smile and move over his lap, brushing his chest with my breasts, his penis with my vulva. His eyes are closed with concentration. He pulls me down slowly, filling me. I'm barely breathing. His hand moves to my clitoris, stroking back and forth. I start to move, continuing the rhythm we had earlier, feeling it build. He arches back, pushing further into me. I start to clench and unclench my vagina, gripping him tighter, and then relaxing. He moves under me, up and down. In and out, so full, so hot. I start to pulse, losing control. 

"Oh...oh". "Yes" he says, pulling me closer. 

I hear his breath in my ear, feel him moving under me. 

After a time, we both lie quietly, warm breath caressing each other where our mouths formerly played. My hands move lazily over his back and thighs, and I feel him kissing me lightly from time to time. I sit up and manage to arrange the covers over us. We look into each other's eyes and smile, and then kiss. 

We drape our arms over each other, hug tightly for a moment, then drift slowly off to sleep.

I awoke to the sound of birds singing and the smell of fresh air. I slowly sit up and realize he is not here with me. Where could he have gone this early? I get up and grab the sheets and cover myself and head into the living room. That is where I see him sitting on the front porch with his morning coffee; I stare at him for a moment then make my way towards him.

"Good morning my love, slept well I hope?"

"I did. Why didn't you wake me when you got up?"

"You were so beautiful sleeping there and I didn't want to disturb you. You were sleeping so soundly and you deserved to sleep in."

I returned inside and make myself a coffee. As I sip it slowly enjoying the need not to rush, I lazily make my way to the bedroom and get dressed. I make the bed and as I do this, I get flash backs of our drive, of our night alone with no worries around.

We spend the morning in silence and unpack the van. When we would pass each other along the same paths we would reach out and touch each other. I haven't felt this free, this alive in months, its exhilarating. 

Soon our morning of unpacking and tidying up turned into us sitting on the porch swing enjoying the summer breeze and sun on our bodies. Holding hands and I laying my head on his shoulder we rock gently back and forth. The sounds of nature all around us and with every breath we take we smell the fresh air that surrounds us.

I get the keys and my purse and grab the list he has prepared for me. He kisses me on the cheek and tells me not to be long. He has a surprise awaiting my return. I get in the van and get ready to head into town and pick up the few things we forgot to pack while we were in a rush to get here. The whole drive I think of his surprise, what could it be? What does he have planned? Another night of romance in front of the fire or a quiet evening stroll along the many paths that surround the cottage. I arrive at the little town after a short drive and grab the list out of my purse and head into the tiny corner store.

List in hand and grabbing a basket I make my way threw the isles of the store. I pass the fresh fruit stand located in the middle of the store and run my hands over the melon. They remind of my husbands firm buttocks. I feel my panties get wet and my clit beginning to throb. I get the things on the list and hurry back to the cottage.

When I return inside the cottage, I stop in the door way and gaze across the empty room. Candles burning and the fire was going, he was sitting on the couch anxiously awaiting my return. We have not had this much passion for each other since we moved to the city, it has been missed greatly. With his hours and mine, the kids and their extra curricular activities, we just haven't had a chance to reconnect like we should be. 

We spent most of that afternoon curled up in front of the fire and watching a movie, glasses of wine close by. It was an enjoyable afternoon, too bad in less then 24 hours we pack up and head back to the city, to our busy lives. Hopefully we can endure this more often now that we have had a chance to experience it.

The fire is dying down and the bottle of wine is empty and I am still wet from that trip to the corner store earlier that day. I slip into the bedroom and put on something a little more comfortable. A treat I had bought earlier that week, a black teddy with lots of lace and little to hide.

The soft lace caressed my nipples as I slipped it over my breasts and slide the straps over my shoulders. I grab the house coat that came with it, not intending for it to stay on long. I walk into the living room and he sits up and stares at me. Not mentioning a word, but with lust in his eyes.

"Shall I let you have a closer look?" I ask in a teasing manner.

"Oh please do," with a crack in his voice, "show me all that is hiding."

I undo the coat and let it listlessly fall to the floor and take a few steps towards him. Getting more wet now and anticipating the future, I find it harder to walk so calmly and teasingly towards him. I run my fingers over my breasts, nipples hardening at the touch; I then take a seat beside him on the floor.

He has refuelled the fire by now and its crackling in the background. The glow of the burning wood creating shadows of our bodies in the room. The rug is soft and warm, just like his touch and kisses are to my body. He slides his hand across my mid section and makes his way to my inner thighs.

To be continued...



Road Trip Ch. 02



I woke the next morning, alone. I was confused. It was dark, but realized that was from the pulled curtains. I could see the sun peaking around them, and then our bags on the floor. I got up and went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and began to get dressed when Dan came in the room. He had gone to get us breakfast. It was so nice being together like this again, and I began to remember those long-gone feelings that used to make my stomach flip when I'd see him. 

After we ate, he put our bags back in the car as I finished getting ready. The sex last night was amazing, we never had trouble in that department. All night I had dreamed of our different encounters. That was part of the reason I woke this morning in a very fresh wet spot. 

We still had several hours ahead of us, but thankfully we enjoy being together. We had been driving most of the day. A couple of times we stopped off, when we'd see something interesting. We'd walk around and tease each other. We could both feel the tension growing between us, and was not sure how much longer we could last without ripping each other's clothes off. 

We were maybe about 2 hrs out from where we were going when we hit the pot hole that busted our tire. I sat in the car while Dan checked out the damage. He of course had a spare, but it broke a bolt, so he could not fix it himself. We both tried our cell phones, surprisingly, there are no towers in the stocks of corn and fields of wheat. 

We started walking, but all we saw was fields. It was around dusk, but figured we'd find a house or a car pass us sometime soon. Ahead of us, we saw it was getting dark, but thought it was just nightfall, until we saw the lightening. We looked back for the car, but we had walked further than we thought, so we had not choice but to find something closer to us.

The storm was on us in no time. Finally we found a dirt road and ran up it, there had to be something up there. We saw a greenhouse, and we both went for it. The door was unlocked so we just let ourselves in. The rain thundered on the glass and the wind whistled all around us. Night fell as we waited it out, the storm was here to stay for awhile. We were both soaked to the skin, and when the sun was not out, the greenhouse was quite chilly. 

He came over and put his arm around me, said it looked like we were staying the night right there. There was nothing really to do ... but wait, and talk. I was still feeling horny, so I told him about all the countless times I masturbated to memories of us, and things he'd say during phone sex. I have never been embarrassed to tell him things like that. I looked over just as the lightening flashed and seen him looking at me. We both lunged at each other, rolling like the storm to the floor. 

He ripped off my shirt as I struggled with his pants. Our clothes were stuck to our bodies, but they came off quite quickly. Our breathing was quick as we tried to feel every inch of each other in one second. Our hands were flying, our bodies were grinding and we were panting like dogs in heat. 

I finally pinned him and slid down on his cock. He slammed up into me, making me scream with the thunder. He held my hips as I rode him like my life depended on it. Neither of us wanted this to end, so when he was ready to cum, he rolled me to the floor and started eating me. He flicked his tongue all over my crack. Licking and sucking like it was his last supper. As cool as the greenhouse had felt before with the flash of lightening, I saw we were both covered in sweat. 

When he was ready to go again, he flipped me over and fucked me like the bitch I was. As he was fucking my pussy, he stuck his thumb up my ass, just like I like. I thought my head would explode as I came the hardest I had ever came. I felt his rhythm become irregular and felt him slamming into me as he came hard. As he came, he collapsed on my back, I could hear him panting in my ear. 

We rolled over and he held me to his chest and we slept that way. Luckily he is an early riser and woke me up before the sun was up. We stumbled around, trying to find our clothes and put them on (still wet) in the dark. We began walking again, trying to find someway to call out. The storm was gone and there was a mist over the fields, but we found a little store that was open. We made our phone call and waited for the tow truck to pick us up. 

Finally we got going making the short remainder of the trip in record time.



Road Trip Ch. 02



"Have you figured out where we're going yet?"

"No."

"Good."

"A hint please?"

"No."

"Okay."

Turning the music on and up, she steps on the gas pedal. No one in sight, what a driver's delight. She watches for the sign that will take them East, to a city she's never been to before. There's no time limit, she knows her animals are well taken care of and he needs this as much as she does. 

Catching the correct sign, she turns the wheel and onto the ramp they go. Once off the ramp, with no cars coming, she pulls into the right lane. Driving for hours has made her hungry, thirsty, and in the need of rest. She pulls to the right, to go into the closest city, and finds just what she needs. 

She pulls into the restaurant, putting the car in park, and shutting off the ignition. She undoes her seat-belt and hears and feels a door open and slam shut. She looks outside and he in all his 5'10" glory stretches. She opens her door, grabs her keys and bag, gets out, locks the doors, and shuts it, stretching herself. 

"Come on, lets go! I'm starving!"

"Me too!"

They head towards the restaurant entrance. She pauses, looks around the parking lot, turns back around, and goes inside the restaurant where she locates the bathroom. Which is near the doors, so she tells him she'll be back and heads inside. Once done, she comes out, sees him, walks over, and sits down while they wait for a server. 

Hopefully, it won't take too long, because it's been a long trip so far and both are hungry. Spotted by a female of mid-twenties, she takes their order, and walks away leaving them to their conversation.

"Are you trying to figure out where we're going?"

"Yes."

"You'll find out soon enough, baby."

"I hope so."

They're in a booth and they are facing each other on opposite sides. She shakes her foot out of her sandal, slides it up, and begins rubbing his crotch. He moans softly and she continues ever so slowly.

"I'm looking forward to this trip, it's been a long time coming."

"I am too. Yes, it has been. But, so worth it!"

She laughs.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me."

"It's nothing. It's just great being out of the house and town."

"Ahh. Yes."

She puts more pressure on her foot and rubs him harder. He moans again and she presses even harder. Their server comes back with their food and she drops her foot to the ground. Their meal goes without words, their server comes back with the bill, she pays for it, and they leave full and happy.

"On the road again, can't wait to get on the road again.." 

"Ha ha."

They get to the car, she turns to him, wraps her arms around his neck, pulls him down, and kisses him passionately before breaking the kiss off to unlock the doors and gets in. Those kisses melt her very being and she can't get enough, but they must get on the road again before getting dark, which it will in a few hours. She turns the ignition and off they go once more. Music on, playing her song, "Bad Company"

"You're a tease."

"How am I tease?"

"Doing what you did back there."

"Oh, that makes me a tease?"

"Yes."

"Mmm, so I'm a tease, but you liked it."

"True."

She gets into a driving zone as they drive East. A few hours later, it grows darker, so she takes a right toward a hotel. She sees a sign for one and pulls in. She stops the car, goes in, fills out the paper, goes back out, gets him and their stuff, and goes back inside to find their room.

Their room is on the third floor, so they take the elevator. Button's pressed, doors closed, she's pressing herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing him down to lip level, she kisses him once again passionately, rubbing herself even harder against him. First floor, second floor, third floor "ding", door opens, breaking off the kiss they get out, and find their room. She takes the key card, slides it in, opens the door, and goes inside. 

She lets her bags drop to the ground, pulling him inside while pushing the door shut. She manages to pull him to the bed, turning around so he's in front of the bed, she pushes him firmly down to the bed, climbing up the bed, straddling him, she grinds her crotch hard against his. He no doubt knows what she wants, he flips her over onto her back, rubbing against her, lifts her dress up her legs, thighs, hips. Having no panties on, he dives into her soaking snatch, licking, sucking, kissing. 

She moans and lifts her hips up higher so he can get even deeper. Continuing to eat her out, he undoes his jeans, slides them off as well as his boxers, climbs up, and thrusts his cock deep inside her with a moan of pleasure.

"Oh god!"

He's up on his arms as he starts to plow into her, harder, faster. Harder, harder, harder, faster, faster, faster. She lifts her hips up and squeezes her muscles as she slides back down, causing him to moan. Closing her eyes, she enjoys the ride as he continues plummeting in and out of her beyond wet, hot snatch! She meets every thrust, slow and fast, hard and slow, hard and fast, slow and deep.

She reaches in between them to find her clit, pressing her middle finger and pointer down onto her button, she soon climaxes hard! His soon follows. He comes deep inside her, one, two, three thrusts later he pulls out, she gets off the bed to take her dress off. Laying back down on the bed, they soon fall asleep. Tomorrow's going to be a long day...



Road Trip Ch. 02



This is a continuation of Road Trip Part 1- Coffee Stop. I can't begin to tell you how amazing my Pet is, I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to leave feedback or comments. I'd love to know what you think.



We pull out of the coffee shop parking lot and hop on the interstate. You're expertly weaving in and out of traffic. You can't hold back anymore, you tug her panties out of your bra and toss them into my face. I hold them to my nose and inhale deeply. You laugh at the fact that she has to work all day pantiless in leggings. You turn on the radio, roll down the windows and open the sunroof. You look so beautiful, your hair blowing in the wind, singing every song on the radio. You get into the groove for a long drive. You lean forward a little and ask me to unhook your bra. It's a sexy, lacy, black number that matches the panties you kept flashing at me in the coffee shop. I quickly oblige before you change your mind. Driving with one hand you manage to get it off, much to my amazement, and pull it out. Your hair is blowing wildly in the wind. We giggle and lean your seat back a little enjoying the warm sun on your skin. You look over at me and smile as you untie the straps of your dress one at a time. I can't take my eyes off of you. We both look at each other with that O shit look when we hear the police siren, right behind us. I turn and look to see a cruiser on our tail with lights flashing. You put on the turn signal and pull to the right side of the road. I open the glove box and grab the insurance card and registration. We wait. Hoping it will be to our benefit you don't fix your dress. As the officer approaches you look at me with that wicked grin that tells me you've got this covered. 

"Good morning officer, how are you on this lovely morning?" 

"License and registration please." He seems to be either blind or oblivious to your wardrobe malfunction. I hand you the registration and insurance cards while you pull out your license. I can't tell what he's looking at behind his dark sunglasses. A knock on the passenger side window startles me. I turn to see another officer motioning for me to roll down the window. The officer looking at me is tall; her jet black hair is pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head. My mouth drops as she frowns down at me. 

I hear the other officer telling you to exit the vehicle. I turn my head to see what is going on with you and the female officer reaches into the window and yanks my chin back to look into her eyes. Her eyes are a crystal bright blue. She looks angry. I quickly glance out the rear windshield. The male officer is back in the cruiser but I don't see you. 

"Are we being arrested? Were we speeding? Did they know what happened at the coffee shop?" I start to worry. My mind was races but I dare not speak.

"Please exit the vehicle." She says sternly, opening the door. "Both hands on the roof of the car and spread your legs! Wider!" She starts barking orders at me. 

I turn my head to look back at the cruiser. He hasn't moved, he seems to be watching but I still don't see you. 

"Eyes front!" She barks while roughly frisking me. "Where are you headed?" She questions while patting down my right leg. 

"A convention in Little Rock." I reply shakily.

Her hand brushes past my crotch and she pats down my left leg. I'm terrified, and confused but I'll be damned if I'm not getting hard. She yanks both my arms behind my back and cuffs me. She guides me towards the cruiser forcefully. Her partner is watching. I still don't see you. The rear windows are tinted black. 

"What? Since when do cop cars have black tinted windows?" Again, I dare not voice my concerns. 

She opens the door to shove me and I notice there's no seat. She pushes me hard; I stumble and fall in, landing on top of your naked body. I quickly notice that you are also cuffed and ball gagged. I struggle a bit to sit up and after a few seconds, I'm successful. You're lying on your side, eyes closed, and you're breathing heavily through your nose. I quickly notice the large blue dildo buried deep in your pussy and can hear the buzz of it vibrating. It's held in place by leather straps around your legs. 

"If you put on a good enough show, we'll let you go without the ticket with a huge fine we should be issuing." The female cop says.

You open your eyes and give me that I need you to make me cum look. I can tell that the vibrator has your almost there but won't be enough to put you over the edge. 

"You better get started, we don't have all day!" He says.

His partner reaches down; she unsnaps and unzips my jeans. I shift my hips to slide my butt on the car floor, using the friction to get my pants and shorts down. You're looking at me with desperation. You need release and you need me to give it to you. I can smell you and see your wetness dripping down the back of your thigh. It is very difficult to position myself behind you without the use of my hands but, I manage to slide my now hard cock between your legs. The vibrations almost send me over the edge as I slide my cock through the wetness on your thighs. We've never tried anal before, and you've never shied away when I play at your back door but, now I have no choice. The only way you're going to get release is if I go there. You need release, and they want a show. I slide my cock from between your thighs and back towards your rosebud. 

"Fuck her ass!" The female officer barks. "You know the whore wants it!" 

I can feel them watching us intently, but quickly forget as I slowly push against your asshole. There is little resistance as the head pops in past the first muscle. The feeling is amazing. Your body shudders at the intensity of the situation. I don't know if I can last very long. You're rubbing your legs together trying to create friction on your clit, rocking your hips making it all but impossible for me to control myself. You push back against me, taking a little more of my cock. I'm an inch in and it's taking all my will power not to cum. Another inch and you push back against me hard, taking the rest of my cock deep into your body. I can't see the feeling is so intense. I want fuck you silly. I don't wanting to hurt you so, we lie still letting your body adjust to me. After a few seconds you nod your head for me to continue. I move slowly, taking my cues from you. The panting, grunting, and guttural noises you're making from behind the ball gag are fucking hot! The vibrations from the dildo are fighting my will power. I begin to fuck you as hard as I can in this position. Thrusting deep and hard as your first orgasm hits. Your body stiffens and the vibrations from the dildo buried in you pussy seem to be magnified against my cock. 

"Cum harder for me." My voice doesn't sound like my own. 

You scream against the ball gag as my cock begins to pulse and I shoot my load deep into your ass. The officers waste no time and open the doors. The female officer pulls off my shoes, tugs off my jeans and shorts. She tosses my jeans and shoes back into the car next to me, and then uncuffs me. The male officer has unfastened the harness that is holding the dildo in your pussy. I watch as he slowly slides it out and shoves it back in, fucking you hard with it. His only intention is to torment you, bringing you back to the verge of orgasm. Your body begins to stiffen and he pulls it out just before you cum. The female officer and I watch intently as he turns the dial and the buzz gets louder and faster. He rubs it against your clit and your body jumps. She pushes me back into you. My hands go right to your beautiful ass. I spread your cheeks and I can't believe how turned on I am just looking at your now stretched rosebud. I know how sensitive you are after a good orgasm so I dive in to take full advantage of it. I kiss and bite the inside of your cheeks. I inhale deeply, enjoying the mixed smell of us. You moan louder. He fucks you faster as my tongue flicks against your rosebud. Gently swirling around it to ease any residual pain I may have unintentionally caused. I savor the salty sweet taste of both of our last orgasms. That's all you need. Your body shakes and you growl against the ball gag as you cum. Not waiting for you to catch your breath, he unclips and removes the ball gag. Then he uncuffs you and tosses you your dress. 

The last words they spoke to us were "Get dressed, say nothing, and continue on your way." 

We dress quickly, realizing but not saying anything about the fact that they've kept our underwear, and get out of the cruiser. The female officer looks at us and smiles as they slowly drive off.