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The Road to Paradise - a fantasy just for the girls

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: ClosetWanker Posted on: 17 Mar 2005 1 comments
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The trip was slated to be a long one, and you were not looking forward to it, but were glad that he had asked you to go along. His good friend was attending a convention in Las Vegas, and he wanted to go since he was an investor in the company. You packed a small bag, after all, it was only for two days, made sure to bring your latest paperback, some sodas for the trip and your bathing suit of course - that hotel pool was already sounding nice. You are already sitting comfortably in the passenger seat when you he comes out in the driveway, a handful of CDs in his had for the trip. He climbs in, gives you a kiss and say, "All ready?" "Yep," you say, "Let's hit the road."He revs the engine and backs out of the drive. You love the way it purrs, a deep, throaty, low growl, like those cool cars in the old James Bond flicks. He polished all up yesterday, just for the trip, it's leather interior all creamy and smooth, the sun glistening off the curved hood. This might not be a bad trip after all, the top is down, the breeze is cool and he sure did bring some good tunes for the road. About a half-hour out you hit some traffic, but he will have none of that, and he downshifts and weaves in between the cars, shifting up and down through the gears like he was born in this thing. It's kind of exciting, and you reach over and put your hand on his thigh, smile and give him a wink. You lean back in the seat and close your eyes. The sun feels good on your legs; thank goodness you decided to wear shorts. You reach up and unbutton a button, so the breeze can find it's way in to your blouse, and tell him to, "Turn it up" because that's a good tune coming on. Your sense that you're out of the traffic now, as the engine steadies out.Have you been napping? Who knows? There's a new tune playing now and you can't tell how long it's been. Your eyes are still closed and you feel a warm hand caressing your shoulder, massaging your neck lightly. You open your eyes and stretch. "Was I asleep?" you ask. "I think so," he says. "Want a soda, babe?" you say. "Yeah sure, why not," he replies, and you rummage around in the cooler at your feet for a couple of pops. You notice that he's unbuttoned and untucked his shirt, hoping to catch a few rays on his chest as you touch the cold can on his pecs and say, "Looking kinda hot there, thought you could use some cooling off". On impulse you lean over and lick the moisture the can has left on his chest off. "Rrrraawww," he growls at you, just like a tomcat in heat. You take a long sip of your cold drink and decide you feel a little naughty.You wait until he's not looking, and slyly unclasp your bra from behind, lean back against the door, turned toward him a bit and begin slowly unbuttoning the rest of your blouse. With your breasts free now he finally notices you as his eyes get big and he smiles and says, "Well, hello there!" "Shhh, you just be quite now and drive," you say, "and maybe you'll get a little surprise." You start to play with your breasts a bit now, rolling your nipple between your thumb and forefinger, teasing it to attention, first one then the other. You caress your breast each in turn, and let out a soft "Ummmm" for his benefit. You do so love teasing your guy, and the thought of him growing hard while he watches is exciting you even more. You lift your breasts up to your mouth, and lick them, then rub the nipples with your palms as you start to feel yourself getting wet. You reach down and unbutton your shorts, plunge your hand in and cup yourself, feeling your moistness below. You grind your hand in, letting your middle finger slip in as you thrust your hips up to meet it, the heel of your hand grinding into your clit. You are horny as hell now, and are glad the road seems abandoned, because this little show is about to get considerably more X-rated. You wriggle out of your shorts and stuff them in the floorboard, lean back fully against the door, move your left leg so it is behind his seat and drape your other leg over the console and on his lap. He has full view of you now as you proceed with your little show. You caress your breasts some more and lick each of your nipples again, then move your hands down to your thighs. You caress the insides of your thighs, running your hands up and alongside your outer lips and back again, teasing yourself. Finally you can stand it no more and go to work on your aching clit, rubbing in fast circles with your fingers, only stopping to plunge the occasional finger or two inside, and caress your lips, your hands drenched with your moistness. He's enjoying the show immensely, if the tent in his shorts is any indication, the thought of him growing harder at the sight of you exciting you even more. "Need a little help there?" he asks, and reaches his right hand over to join yours. He takes over now, and puts his fingers inside and strokes and massages you gently, yet just a bit firm, as his thumb rubs your clit. You grab your neglected breasts and begin to massage them, pinching the nipples between your thumb and forefinger, pressing your breasts together. The waves of pleasure are building now as his hand works it's magic. Good thing his seats are leather, or you would be staining them for sure. Your pussy begins to contract and you feel that familiar feeling pushing itself from deep inside you, closer now, closer, until finally you let out a loud, "Ohhhhhh yes! Ohhhh god! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" as your orgasm nearly blinds you with it's power.You pull back onto your seat now, and lean back, drained. "Jesus H., that was FANTASTIC!" you say, as you try and catch your breath again. After a few minutes you open your eyes and look at him, realizing that he's ready to rip through the fabric of his shorts, his cock hard as a rock and straining to get out. You say sweetly, "O.K. now, your turn," as you adjust yourself comfortably and lean in for better access. You free his member from its prison, the perfect mushroom of its head, pulsing and slick, little drops of pre-cum leaking out. You take him in your mouth and begin to slowly massage him with your lips and tongue, reaching down to knead his balls with your hand. You take him deep into you and glide back up, his groans telling you this is just how he likes it. You stop long enough to undo his shorts fully, pulling them down to give you full access. Your caress his balls with your hand, wrap two fingers around his shaft, stroking the bottom as your mouth works on his head. "Wait, wait," he says, as he beckons you to stop and pull up.He's seen a rest stop, and whips the car off the exit. As he pulls in you see that it's none too secluded, there's not a tree or bush nearby, but there is a brick building; restrooms and a fountain, and you point and say, "There." He pulls to the end of the pavement, hops the curb and drives slowly around behind the building, concealing you from the road. He shuts off the car, fastens his shorts and gets out, coming around to your side of the car. He opens the door and pulls you up and to him, kisses you deeply and hungrily, his tongue probing you and his lips moist and hot. He pulls you away from the car, closes the door and guides you forward by the hood. God you're worked up again, feeling excited and naughty, dressed only in your blouse, which hangs loosely, not covering much at all.He leans you back against the car, unzips and lets his shorts fall to his ankles, and pulls his briefs down. His cock is hard at attention, its head still moist from your lips. He enters you with abandon, gripping you firmly as he presses you against the steel of the car, the metal warm against your ass. He plunges hard and deep, the resistance of the car behind you grinding his pelvis against your clit as you begin to feel another orgasm building. You urge him on, "Harder baby!" "Faster!" "Give me your cream!", wary of the risk of being caught. The stereo of the car is pounding, your rhythm matched with the strong bass line, as you grip him hard by the ass and pull him into you, again and again, hard and fast. You glance to your right and back, and see a semi truck slowing to exit as the waves inside start to peak. "Oh god, yes!" you cry. "Yes!" "Yes" as the orgasm overwhelms you, the two of you bursting together as he lets out a loud groan.Quickly trying to compose yourselves, he yanks up his briefs and shorts as you lunge for the passenger door, opening it and quickly sitting down. He jumps in beside you, the engine still running as he puts the car in gear and pulls off the grass, coming around the building to spot the trucker, his rig idling as he walks to the restroom. As you watch him over your shoulder he winks and gives you a knowing thumbs up.___________________[sig]ClosetWankerDoing it daily[/sig]