Road Trip, and the Little Pink Place in the Middle of the Desert.

Upon turning 21 I found many new types of encounters, experiences, and thrills. One of them occurred by happenstance when I took a random road trip to Central CA and on through to Nevada. I find some of my most memorable sexual experiences upon long drives.  I had just bought my truck. A new Ford Ranger double cab with a sexy step side. She was green, one of my favorite colors. I had her all decked out with an American Flag tint job in the top on the windshield, rain blockers on the windows, a CB Radio, a shell for the back of the truck, and always I carried my little pistol. On this particular trip however, I had a few more explosive firearms. My daddy’s old 50 Cal black powder rifle and his trusty old 6 shooter muzzleloader. How I loved to shoot them in the middle of nowhere.  The trip started with a euphoric feeling that captivated me with wonder, excitement, and anticipation of what I will encounter. I proceeded up the coast and headed into the middle of CA. After a somewhat dull time driving through central Ca I ended up on a road through a forest and found myself in snow atop a mountain range in the middle of June. I met folks along the way and made friends as I went along.  A man stopped to ask me for directions at a road stop and was baffled at my wardrobe as I had on my black powder rifle gear. He was a foriegner from Norway and asked for a photo. He said no one would believe him if he told them he met a woman who owned guns! I was astounded! How could a woman NOT own guns, is what I thought.  Anyhow, As I left this ol gent and went along my way I became quite aware of that familiar feeling of arousal….the one that stops me dead in my tracks. I was on a long road in the middle of the desert by this time. Not really sure where I was aside from heading into Nevada. Aside from being turned on by nothing in particular I also realized I had to pee. There were not many cars on the road but I thought I would be civilized and wait for a pubic bathroom…. After a few miles of nothing I began to rethink my course of action and contemplated seeking out some bush to hide behind to pee. Just as I started to search for a place to pull off I spotted a pink place up ahead a couple miles off to the right of the road. I will stop there and use the restaurant bathroom. While the color of the place didn’t shock me, I wondered who paints their resturant pink?! I pulled up to the building. There were a few very nice cars there which suprised me. It was the only building for miles. I couldn’t figure out why it was the only one and why it was pink. I stepped out of my truck, took off my hat and proceeded into this pink lonely building. After I entered the doors I was met by another set of doors. “Weird” I thought to myself. It was a small room with a buzzer. I knocked, pressed the buzzer and waiting…and waited…I slowly realized I was not in a restaurant. Although I could not quite pin it. There were warning all over that a person had to be 18 or older to be here. “hmmmm….” Well I knew it was not a casino…I had been in a ton of them and they are not like this.  And then it dawned on me….”Holy hell I was in a whore house” A pink building in the middle of the Nevada desert where prostitution is legal! What else could it be!? I was shocked and embarrassed as I tore out of there like a monkey with its tits on fire! Jumping in my truck I completely forgot the urge to pee and sped on down the road. I can not imagine what they thought, with a young girl knocking on the door as if it were nothing at all!  After a few miles I remembered I had to pee and pulled over to the side of the road and found a bush. As I headed on down the road for my destination I could not help thinking about the little pink place in the middle of desert. I wondered about the goings on in it. I started thinking about the men whose nice cars were parked there outside. I wondered what were they doing in there. Were they getting their dicks sucked as I was knocking? Or maybe….they were being ridden by a playboy bunny girl. I started imagining all the possibilities. As I did, I started imagining myself working there, servicing the men that came in. I could imagine my dark private sex room where the man would enter. We would talk about limits and what goes and what doesn’t go. I had always secretly dreamed of being a sex worker of some sort but in a place of respect with limits and safety. I imagined the man sitting on my bed in the darkened room lit by red and purple lighting. A chest full of different types of toys and what not. I even imagine things like him using my gun as a sex toy on me. Unloaded of course. My mind began to wander and wander until I realized I was throbbing and sultry feeling. As I continued down the road I allowed my thoughts to take over. In my fantasy I became the sex goddess I know exists inside me. I imagined the man and I in this dark room and him allowing me to bind his hands while I dance for him using a chair as a prop.. Slowly I begin to move toward him and take his pants off. As I unzip him, his cock falls out with a force and I am surprised by its rigidity. I spotted precum oozing from the tip of his cock. I shutter as I drive. As the road passes underneath me, my mind rages on into a sexual fantasy of deep energy and raw desire. I was on the verge of pulling over and fucking whomever I could find. But I kept driving…Not touching myself, only allowing my thoughts to arouse me.  Back in my fantasy, the man is panting and asking me to touch him. But I do not touch him yet. Instead I give his cock a little lick, then a blow to shock him with a cool breeze of air. Then I breath heavy on it with warmth. He shutters….I then grab his thighs with both hands squeezing as I lean into his body. Straddling his thigh I allow him to feel the wetness that has began to pool up in between my legs.  He tells me how warm it is…I get up and blow cool air again on his now very wet from precum cock….and I saunter around the room allowing him to view me fully naked with only a mask on and a feather in my hand. I step on the bed behind him as he sits there and I feather him from the back. Again blowing on him but on the back of his neck. From behind I reach around with both hands and grab his cock and squeeze it as I give it a few deep strong pumps as he gasps. I let go and let his cock bob around as if it were searching for a warm hand to stroke it. I dance around him again landing with my ass facing him and bobbing above his hard cock. I instruct him to lick my lower back as I back into him…then I turn around and grab his shoulder and straddle him as I begin to slip his hard manhood into my slick sticky wet pussy… My fantasy is broken by my arrival to my destination. I am wrought with animal like desire to orgasm. I park, check into my hotel and head straight for my room. I was in another world with my sexy thoughts and only one thing can make me come back to earth. I open my room door and slam it shut. Quickly, I find the bed and take my clothes off. I began recalling my fantasy and how much fun I would have making men cum, being a sex worker. I found a mirror in the bathroom and hike my leg up so I can see my little pussy as I play with it. It was so pink and hot and squishy. I want to cum so bad. My solo escapade took place all over the room, the bathroom, against the window, and ending with my ravaging myself on the bed. I was on my knees grinding into my hands as my fingers worked my clit and my mind imagined entertaining many men at the little pink house in the middle of the desert. I wanted all sorts of cocks at my disposal. With each thought my orgasm drew closer and closer. Imagining different shaped cocks poking at me, I shuttered as my orgasm built higher and higher. My throat was dry from my gaspy breaths, my legs shook from the rhythm I was keeping, the core of my body was intense as each moment drew me closer to orgasm, delighting my pussy.  I was there, on the brink of orgasmic release. My body jolted as the final seconds approached until the orgasm reached that point of no return. I could not help but moan out loud as my body jerked and my ass jiggled uncontrollably. I felt as though I was sex goddess of the year in sweet orgasmic bliss. I fell flat into the bed as my orgasm came to a close. I love all the moments of orgasm, but this was the resting point, that which I was enjoying. The work up to it was thrilling as I had never anticipated running into a whore house on accident on a road trip and getting as horny as I did from the thought of working at one.  I cleaned up after my solo sexual encounter, and headed out into the casino for dinner. It was a small casino in a small no name town in Nevada of which I loved the ambiance of. After a steak and some Jack Daniels, I found a slow $2 blackjack table and played all night until about 4 am, won some money and made some new friends. I then retired to my room and gave myself one quick little orgasm before tucking myself in and falling asleep. It was a great trip so far… ...I will never forget the little pink place in the middle of the desert...