****** Road Trip: Pit Stop by teybl@hotmail.com ******
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Road Trip: Pit Stop


This story is a work of fiction. Any reference to places, people, organizations
or anything else you can think of is purely coincidental.
Enjoy.

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Cherie guided her Jeep onto the interstate with practiced ease, and gently
accelerated, the powerful engine pushing the hunter green truck forward with a
satisfied growl. As soon as she reached 75 mph, she hit cruise control, popped
her new CD into the player, and let the compartment fill with sounds of Ricky
Martin. Now there was a cute guy, she thought. Her eyes swept across her
mirrors. The road was strangely empty, except for a car rapidly approaching
from the rear. On her sweep, she noticed a white spot on her dash. Where Rob's
pic used to be mounted. Her knuckles turned white as she fought back the tears.

In the eyes of her, her parents, and just about anybody else that had meet him,
he was the guy that was not just perfect for her, but who was god's gift to
women. His baby pictures proved that he had been born cute, and a life of
sports had only improved that. He had a solid family, and good values, she had
thought. Well-educated, well-mannered, with a good job, a couple of years older
then she, and very mature, if she had a checklist, under comments she would
have written perfect. Until the day she caught him in bed with another, and
that young slut's best friend. Turns out that mister super lawyer was screwing
the firm's two interns. About 3 weeks before they where supposed to tie the
knot. Her friends and family had backed up on themselves like a bad mile of
sewer pipes, telling her what a rat, scumbag, and just general asshole he was
before the echo of his crashing picture frames in her apartment had really
faded. Except her parents. Her mother had cried with her on the phone,
apologizing for being deceived by him. That was where she was headed now,
taking the four hour trip towards the beach, towards her home, towards the only
place she thought could restore her sanity in this crazy world.

Jay had hit the interstate 9 miles north of where Cherrie's Laredo had. The
distance was covered under the scream of a roaring engine, the shifting of his
gears, the pressing of his clutch, and the rabid cursing of a Master P CD. The
bright red Mitsubishi 3000GT was like a guided missile, or a shark, seeking its
prey on the lonely blacktop interstate. He saw the car ahead approaching
rapidly. He flicked on his radar detector, but it did not warn him. Even so he
slowed down to a legal 75... after all, with cell phones, people where not
above calling the Highway Patrol on your ass these days. Had happened to him
before. He came up on the Jeep, thinking about going around, and finally
decided that he really did not feel like being stuck. With a growl, the low
slung roadster went right, bounced of the white line, and came back into the
left lane, accelerating steadily towards 85 miles.

Cherie considered herself a good driver, and her first instinct was to pull her
car to the right when the car shot up on her. But it slowed a safe distance,
and she thought the car would remain behind her. Then all of a sudden it shot
around her, and a sunglassed young man looked up at her. Nice looking, she
thought. Blond hair, cut in a wavy kind of style that seemed to accent his
face. Then he was past, and back in her lane. Just then, a new song on the CD
hit a faster beat. She did not know what made her do it, but she floored it,
and went around him, in the rhythm of the music, her engine straining to fight
the GT.

Jay looked up at the driver of the Jeep as he went around, out of habit. Damn!
was his first thought. Brunette, sunglasses, white blouse, nice face, probably
stacked, his brain and eyes told him. Then he was past, and muscle memory took
him into left lane. Then all of a sudden the jeep went by, and took the lead
again.

"Okay, you wanna play games, huh.... we shall see!" He floored it, shifted to a
higher gear, and came around again, as if they where playing motorized leap
frog.

Cherie felt flushed with excitement as she pulled ahead of the red car. She had
never done anything like that before, and it felt strange to break the rules
like that. She almost felt bad...which felt rather good. An evil grin spread on
her face. "Maybe I'm healing already." Then she heard a loud growl, and the
Mitsubishi pulled ahead of her.

"Ohhhh...so that's how its gonna be baby...," her lips creased into a devilish
grin, and she went right. Just this time he was ready, speeding up, and
drifting right as well.

"No way," she thought. She went back into her lane, and settled behind him. "I
could...no, I can't...yes I can...no, that would be wrong...ohhhh, what the
heck!"

Without really realizing it, she drifted right, and he followed. Then she
slammed on the gas, and went left, going off the road, on the median, almost
hitting the guard rail, and shooting past him. She could feel him starring at
her, more then see him. She felt great as she took the lead, and settled at 85
mph.

Jay watched her in his rear view mirror, and every time she went right, he was
ready, drifting with her. Then all of a sudden she went right more quickly, and
he compensated by doing so as well. But then she went left, and his body did
not know what to do. He watched in awe as she pulled past, halfway on, halfway
off the road, and took the lead. He let her have it, and fell in behind her.

"Damn girl. You got balls. I wonder what kind of woman you are...and what does
it take to get in your panties," he wondered, thinking out loud.

Cherie watched the car in her rear view. The road had filled now, as they
pasted through several towns, and he did not attempt to pass her. However, he
did not let anybody between them, as well. She settled into her driving
position, slightly slumped, and let her mind drift, wondering what it would be
like...he seemed young, but strong, and obviously aggressive...what where
younger lovers like...didn't she owe it to herself to find out?

The GT had a easy time keeping any of the families heading south from getting
between them, as he kept behind her for the next 3 hours, running through
almost all the CD's in the car. Every few second his eyes would return to her
license plate, as if he could read about her on it. Who are you? Where did you
come from? Where are you going? He himself was on the way to the beach, to a
well-deserved week of vacation at his beach house. Maybe that's where she is
going, he thought. Wouldn't that be nice...he laughed out loud. A girl like
that, I bet she's got men around the corner...but I haven't even seen her
entire body... He shook his head to clear it, and turned the AC up all the way,
fighting down the fatigue setting in.

Cherie was beginning to feel it as well. "Time to pull over gal." She caught
sight of a sign saying rest area 3 miles ahead. She changed lanes, and watched
the GT follow.

"Sorry, but I gotta leave you now..." Without realizing she did it, her window
came down, and her arm waved him to follow her.

"What the hell did I do THAT for?" She bit her tongue, realizing that she was
talking to herself. But he did follow her into the rest area.

Jay slipped right when she did, almost pushing one of those new beetles into
the ditch. Fuck him, he thought. He looked forward again, and caught sight of
her arm, waving him to follow.

"Well hey baby, anywhere you say." His smile grew as he slowed down behind her.
She drove around the back of the building, where no other cars where parked at
the time. He pulled up on her left, and stopped. The door opened, and out
climbed a young blond man. Her eyes drifted across his body slowly, noting the
way he filled out a T-shirt in the way that told her that he did not only lift
weights, but probably played some kind of sport. He stood there and looked at
her, a soft smile on his face, then he pointed at the rest building, and the
food-joint it contained, mimicking eating a hamburger, and having something to
drink. Smiling, she exited the truck, walked around his guided missile, and
stuck out her hand.

"I'm Cherie."

Jay did not really expect her to get out of the truck and go eat with him. She
did not know him, he did not even know her, and for all he knew there could be
a sleeping husband in the back, and half a dozen kids. Then the door opened,
and a woman with big green eyes, long brunette hair, and the longest legs he
had ever seen in real life clad in way to tight shorts, and what appeared to be
at least a D chest stuffed into a tight blouse climb out. He normally offered
ladies a hand with car doors, but he stood there transfixed, as she walked
towards him and offered her hand. He looked at it for what appeared to be an
eternity, but was really only three seconds. Then he grasped it, and pulled her
in tight. Something in the back of his mind had given way, and his lips mashed
onto hers, his tongue invading her mouth like the Huns swarming across Europe,
arms encircling and holding her tight.

Cherie was surprised for about half a second when he did not take her hand. His
eyes where locked on hers. When he did take it, she thought he would break it.
But her body was already moving forward, then slammed into his, and she
realized what a hard body he really had. Her tits mashed into his chest, and
her lips opened to protest, only to be crushed by his. She did not fight, did
not even move, until her arms wrapped around him, holding him close to her, and
her tongue fought back with vicious fury. They stood there, her left leg
wrapped around his waist, their arms holding each other close, in the fading
sunlight, tongues battling for dominance in what both would later remember in a
"epic battle of kisses."

Jay was surprised more by his own actions then by her reaction. She pushed her
body into his, and held him tighter then he was already holding her. He had a
raging hard on by now, threatening to bust his jeans, but he stood his ground,
his tongue slowly gaining the upper hand, until she pulled away, panting
heavily, her eyes still locked on his.

"Nice to meet you, too." An embarrassed smile spread on her lips.

"I'm sorry... I'm Jay... uhmmmm errr..."

He ran out of stuff to say that quick, then realized he was still holding her,
and quickly let go. What he did not realize was that she was still standing on
only one leg, the other wrapped around him. When he let go, she lost her
balance, falling back. He tried to step forward to help her, but that only led
to her leg pulling him with her, and the quickness of it all dropped them to
the grass. He pushed his hands flat out, catching himself before he smacked
into her, but was now lying on top of her.

Cherie did not understand what had just happened, but all of a sudden the world
was moving, and she was falling. Her leg by itself tightened on the young man,
and together they fell. She landed softly on the grass, and thought he would
smash into her, but he caught himself.

"Hey Jay...nice of you to join me."

"Ughmm, I'm sorry, really, I did not...I mean...I'm really...uhhhhmmm." She
reached up, cupped his face into her hands, and kissed him. Long, soft, and
passionately.

"Shhhhhhhhhh." He understood. She never understood what followed, explaining it
to her friends later that some primal urge took over in her.

"You said you were hungry..."

You could tell that he was relieved by the return to a topic he could
comprehend and understand.

"Yeah, yeah, right...can I buy you dinner, or something?"

She smiled, and slowly shook her head.

"Ohhh...well, uhmm."

That one really threw him a wrench, she realized. Before he could go on, trying
to recover, she pushed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him down her body.

"I'm dinner baby, so eat up."

Jay did not really understand what she was saying. He heard her fine, but his
mind refused to acknowledge what it took the words to mean.

"This only happens in porn flicks," he thought.

He quickly looked around. No other cars had pulled up, and they where alone in
the dark.

"Ohhh, what the hell!"

He pulled out her blouse, and began to kiss his way down her body, his hands
working quickly to open her shorts, pulling them partially down her legs, as he
kneeled between them.

His lips reached her panties, and he realized they where soaked. He did not
bother removing them, pressing his tongue flat onto them, and then sucking her
juices through them. He could feel her lips, and teased them with his teeth and
tongue. Then he bit into them, and ripped them apart like a animal. His tongue
dived into the newly opened treasure chest, and he began to lap at her like a
dog at his dinner bowl, diving his tongue into her, and dragging it out across
her clit. She began to moan, and he pushed her legs up over his shoulders,
working one hand under her ass, the other rubbing her ample chest through the
blouse. He took a break, nibbling on her lips to catch his breath, then sucked
her enlarged clit into his mouth, and held it with his teeth. Sucking it,
nibbling it at the same time, and flicking just the tip with his tongue, she
began to buck herself up and down. Her legs wrapped around his head, locking
him in place. Moans and small shouts escaped her lips now, as she pressed
herself into his tongue. Two flailing hands tried to find something to hold on
to, but only tore up the grass. Her mind was spinning on itself, and it felt
almost as if she was drowning in a maelstrom of pleasure. It collapsed over
her, and she came in a powerful orgasm, her hips coming straight up off the
grass, smashing into his face. The legs around his head prevented him from
moving as much as a hair, so instead he continued to eat the shaved pussy
before him.

His tongue wrapped around and squeezed her clit, as hard as he could, as he
drove his finger into her ass. That pushed her over the edge again. With a loud
scream she came even harder then before, flooding his face with her juice. Her
body spasmed around his finger and her tongue, until she finally collapsed on
the grass. Slowly he worked his head out from her legs, and pulled her into his
arms. Cradling her close, he kissed her forehead, and caressed her arms and
back, scratching it lightly.

"You wouldn't happen to be going to the beach, would you?"

"As a matter of fact, I am," she said, as she licked her own taste of his face.

"Well...maybe I can pay you back one night...you could come over for dinner."
Jay kissed her forehead, realizing that this would be a vacation to remember.

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