Road Trip

The music was on low, loud enough for background noise, but quiet enough for a conversation if we wanted one. Comfortable in the silence I close my eyes, feeling the warm press of his hand in mine, resting on the console between us. We always drove this way, holding hands. Since the first night we met we have never been able to keep our hands off one another. I knew how those hands felt on every inch of my body. Smiling, memory of this morning in the shower intrudes. How gentle his hands had been washing my hair and body. Letting out a small sigh I sink deeper into the seat, giving his hand a little squeeze.

“Care to share what has got you grinning like that?” he asks, his voice sending a ripple of pleasure down my spine.

“Thinking of this morning,” I answer, eyes still closed, “and all that we accomplished before leaving.”

Chuckling his fingers begin to draw circles on my palm, the sensation pulling a sigh from me. Work had been busy for us both, and quality time had been a challenge. Almost strangers the past few months we planned this getaway in the hopes of a reconnection. A hike in the mountains, followed by a romantic night in a hotel never failed to get the blood flowing.  

Dressed in shorts, a tank top, sports bra but no panties, and sturdy hiking shoes I was prepared for the weather and any detours that might come along. I also packed the blue dress and lingerie he liked for later. He was dressed almost the same, but I had no idea if he was wearing his usual boxer briefs. I was looking forward to finding out.

My fingers curl up and stroke the palm of his hand as a wave of pleasure runs through me at the idea of undressing him. The console suddenly became a problem, a barrier to wandering hands. Glancing over he smiled the smile that always took my breath away. Raising my hand to his mouth he placed a gentle kiss on the underside of my wrist, on the pulse point. Pulling his hand over to my mouth I suck his index finger into my mouth. Letting my tongue glide up and down, sucking it deep. I watch as his breathing quickens, his other hand tightening on the steering wheel. I knew the effect I had on him. How to get his attention.

“Keep doing that and I’m going to pull over.”

I suck harder, pulling the middle finger in, sliding my tongue between the two. My tongue dancing along the callouses of a well worked hand. I nip the tip of his index finger before laying a kiss on it. I hear the turn signal click as he starts moving the truck over to the right, eyes darting to find a place to safely pull over. Wouldn’t be the first time the side of the road had seen us sharing moments of pleasure.

“Don’t pull over,” I say, releasing his hand and pushing the console up, “keep driving, babe.”

His eyes bounce between the road and me, watching as I unbuckle my seatbelt, stretch over the front seat, hand running up his thigh to the thickening bulge behind his zipper. Stroking through the fabric I feel him harden, and look up with a wicked grin. We’d talked about this but hadn’t done it yet.

Groaning, he pushes his hips up, slowing to the speed limit and setting the cruise control. I undo his pants, releasing his cock, feeling the soft skin over hard muscle. “Are you sure?” he asks, adjusting his balls so I can have access to them too.

I nod as I take his cock into my mouth, the same way I did his fingers. Tongue teasing the tip before sliding my tongue down to the base, cock hitting the back of my throat. Moving up and down slowly, the drool builds, sliding down his cock and my chin. I move slowly up and down, I want to tease and draw this moment out. It was a long drive and no rush to finish quickly.

His moans were music to my ears as I sucked the tip of his cock, one hand stroking the base, his balls in the other hand. He shifts his seat back, spreading his legs allowing me to scoot up. Curled up to his lap his hand slides from my hair down my back to my ass, grabbing and squeezing.

His hand slips into my shorts, “Oh god,” he whispers, caressing my ass, “ Babe, you‘re not wearing panties, are you?”

I shake my head as I look up at his face, tongue teasing the hole, cleaning up the precum.

“Watch the road Daddy, let your baby girl take care of you.”

“Fuck, I love it when you’re so good to Daddy.” 

It’s a straight road for the next several kilometers so I take my time sucking and stroking him, enjoying the sounds he makes and the feel of his hand caressing my ass, toying with my asshole or sliding to the slick wetness of my pussy. I never let he play with either too much, the focus needed to be on him, not me. I could feel when he was getting close to coming, cock thickening, balls tightening and hips pushing that which I love further into my mouth. I pull back, sitting up and wiping my chin of drool. I glance up, enjoying the frustration on his face as he grabs himself. 

“Seriously, you’re gonna stop?” He growls at me, hand moving with quick strokes. 

“Watch me Daddy,” I say, slipping out of my shorts and spreading my legs. His gaze lands on my freshly waxed pussy, held wide by one hand while the other works my swollen clit. I slip two fingers into my dripping hole, bringing them to my tongue, enjoying the taste.

Groaning his eyes flick back and forth between the road and me. One hand tight on the steering wheel, the other stroking faster as I get close to coming. I beg, “finger me, please?” 

Letting go of his cock he slips two fingers into my pussy, thrusting hard and fast. Eyes locked to the road he almost misses me squirting on the seat, but he felt it gushing over his hand and looks over as my body releases the pleasure his fingers bring forth. Pulling his hand back he licks his fingers clean, as I continue to rub my clit, coming again. 

Panting, briefly enjoying the flush of pleasure I move forward and wrap my lips around his cock, sucking hard until he explodes deep in my throat, both hands gripping the steering wheel like it’s a life line. 

“Fuck, babe, you really are something else,” he moans as I swallow, enjoying the taste of him.  

I laugh as I sit up, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, sharing the taste of us. A small sigh escapes us both as I move to pull my shorts back on, grabbing my bag from the back seat. I grab a couple wet wipes to clean up the seat, him, and myself before I settle back in, do up my seatbelt and put the console back down. Taking his offered hand we fall back into the comfortable silence. 

After driving for about fifteen minutes he pulls off at the next exit.

“Where are we going, babe?” I ask innocently, a small shudder running through my body.

“You know exactly where I’m taking you,” he growls as he turns down a side road, looking for a secluded spot. 

It takes a few minutes but we find a small copse of trees and he pulls over, backing the truck in so we’re hidden by the brush. 

Looking straight out the window, tension in his jaw, through gritted teeth he tells me, “Get. Out.”

A rush of pleasure shoots through me as I scramble to get out of the truck. Making my way to the back of the truck I see him drop the tailgate. Turning to me I look up, giving him the most innocent eyes I could muster, trying not to smile as his eyes roam over my body. There was nothing pure in the way he was looking at me. Grabbing the back of my head he pulls me in for a kiss, lips demanding and tongue invasive. 

I match his intensity and urgency. Hands pull at his shirt, slipping underneath for fingers to explore skin. Breaking the kiss he rips my shorts down, hands grasping my waist he helps me hop up onto the tailgate. Spreading my thighs he lowers his mouth between my legs, tongue and teeth finding my swollen clit. I cry out as his tongue starts stroking and he slides his finger inside me. Fuck! The orgasm hits fast and hard. I’m gushing all over his face and he doesn’t stop. Grinding my hips into his face I come again as he slips one finger into my ass, working the tight hole along with my pussy. My gawd, this man knew exactly what I liked. 

Standing back, licking his lips he lifts me off the tailgate. Pulling the tank top and bra up over my head I’m standing completely naked except for my shoes, while he is still fully dressed. It doesn’t bother me to be so exposed, it’s a turn on to know he likes me like this. Being solo naked doesn’t last long as I pull his shirt off while he unbuckles and drops his shorts. I crouch down taking his cock in my mouth again. Just as hard and ready as when we were driving. His hand wraps around my ponytail, controlling my head as he starts face fucking me. I hold still, my nails digging into thighs, drool running free, dripping on to my tits. Sounds of me choking on his cock the only sound in the silence of the trees. 

Hand still wrapped with my hair he pulls me up, giving me a quick, hard kiss and turning me around to bend over the tailgate. Nipples scratch against the warm metal, sending shots of pleasure down to my clit. He guides his cock into my wet and eager pussy, stretching me and pushing as far as he can. Stopping for a moment as I adapt, he slaps my ass before placing a gentle kiss on my shoulder, whispering, “ready for me, baby girl?”

Closing my eyes I take a deep breath and nod.

Grabbing my hips, fingers digging in, the thrusts come hard and fast, drilling me into the truck. The pain mixed with the pleasure sends me tumbling over the precipice as I scream my orgasm into the sunny afternoon. He keeps fucking me, his hand reaching forward, wrapping around my throat, pulling me to standing, the other hand reaching down to rub my clit. 

“Pinch your nipples for me” voice and breath hot in my ear. 

My hands come up doing as I’m told, the sensation weakening my knees. Too much stimulation, I couldn’t contain my voice as one orgasm after another rolls through my body. I close my eyes, leaning back into him, reeling from the pleasure. I feel him thrust once more, burying as deep as he can go, primal growls filling the air as he comes inside me, teeth bearing down on my shoulder, bringing me to orgasm again. 

Spasms run through us both as his hips continue to move forward and back, slowly teasing me. A shudder racks his body, his head coming to rest between my shoulder blades, dropping a small kiss. Arms wrapping around me, I sigh in contentment, knowing this was where I belonged. Turning slowly, feeling the loss of him inside me, I curl into his chest, listening to the rapid pace of his heart slow to a strong and steady beat.

Slipping his hand between us, a finger finding my core, stroking gently, he pull out a wet finger and licks it clean. My breath catches, eyes riveted to his mouth, wanting to taste us too. Fuck, he really does know what I like. Dipping in again he offers me his finger which I suck clean, enjoying the mixed taste of us.

Hugging me, he chuckles, “we’re going to need more wet wipes.”