by Claire Angel
Not once did I see him steal glances. His curiosity hadn’t gotten the best of him. He was earning my respect and admiration.
It was hard to sit still and I finally felt this overwhelming need to feel his fingers. He was rather surprised when I took him by the hand with one hand on the steering wheel keeping us on the road.
The orange ball of sun in the air was streaming through the colorful leaves in a magical display that would’ve been perfect to record with my paintbrush. I was an amateur. It wasn’t like I was painting by the numbers. My raw talent came from my mother’s side of the family.
I was boldly going where I had never gone before. His manicured hands had the trace of a feminine touch, but a masculine feel at the same time. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and he was doing nothing to force his body on me. I was doing most of the work for him with my mind a whirlwind of explicit images and positions.
“I don’t want to ruin this moment. I wasn’t expecting anything. I was hoping, but I wasn’t going to presume to know what you were thinking.” The radio was crackling trying to break through to another station.
“Bear with me. It’s hard to find my way in the dark without somebody holding my hand. Making love is nothing compared to hot animal sex. I’ve had the gentle touch. What I want from you is to be overcome by the passion. It’s not like you haven’t been screaming what you want from how your hips moved on the dance floor. A woman can tell a lot of things from how a man moves to the tempo of the music.” I was debating on what to do, but my body was talking for me.
I put his hand between my open legs. I hunched forward a little. He made contact with the soaking reminder of what he was doing to me. His finger moved and began to turn up the heat a notch.
“I can tell you’re not used to doing anything like this. It’s nice to see that you’re not allowing your past to dictate your future. I sometimes forget where I came from. They never stop reminding me.” I was trying to understand what he was trying to say, but I was distracted by his finger pulling at the band of material at my crotch.
“I’m doing this with some reservations. It’s exciting and I can’t deny the freedom I feel from opening myself to the possibilities. I never told my friends the truth about my first time. It wasn’t anything to write home about. I did it under peer pressure, but I fully take responsibility for my actions.” There were mostly farming communities with acres of nothing to see for miles in either direction.
I felt his finger move along the silky lips of my sex. He had made his way underneath my restrictive panties. I was waiting with my heart in my throat for him to penetrate up to the first knuckle.
“My first time was with an older woman seven years ago. She called me a strapping young man and her praise went directly to the head between my legs. She was constantly showing off her body teasing me with brief glimpses to drive me out of my mind. I thought it was perfectly innocent. She was my mother’s best friend and I grew up thinking of her as another aunt.” He was showing his vulnerability by opening up his heart and telling me something profound about his past that most men would’ve taken to their graves.
“You were fortunate to find someone with experience to take you from being a boy to a man. I should’ve considered an older man, but I was afraid of getting caught in the trap of a midlife crisis. I didn’t want the drama of being with a married man. I would never want to be a home wrecker. I know what that pain feels like and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.” I stumbled over my words feeling flush and my eyes were trying to blink the road back into focus.
I swerved into the other lane, but thankfully, there were no oncoming vehicles. He had taken me by surprise by piercing the inner sanctum of my body. I was tight with the kind of suction to draw him in without him doing a damn thing. I had this rush that made me lightheaded when he hooked his finger to rub me in the right way.
“She taught me many things about my body and hers. We spent every waking moment getting to know each other. I was a substitute for the man she lost in a hit and run accident. I was glad to give her what she was missing. I can do the same thing for you.” I was floored by his intimate confession and what mattered to me was what was going to come next.
“I’m having a hard time keeping the car on the road. It’s dangerous driving with your finger inside of me. My body is begging for the release that you can give it. Do this for me and I promise I will make it up to you. Do you suppose that I could have some inspiration?” I was biting my lip and holding my breath to see him flex the specimen of manhood that had my mouth watering with the possibilities.
“Keep your eye on the road where it belongs. You only have to ask once. Your willingness to say what you want is something you should never lose. Fight for your dreams and they will fight for you in return.” He was a wanted man by those women looking for more than the 5-minute wonder. I had this feeling he was a marathon man who was able to go the distance until his partner was spent and exhausted with nothing left to give.
I was molding a new reality by shedding the woman I was. His creativity was touching me deeply with my juices saturating his finger. I was forcing him deeper by pushing my body forward to get as much penetration as I could. The pad of his thumb joined in the fray. Circling my clit had my thighs quivering and my fingers gripping the steering wheel with enough force to turn them white.
“The look on your face is priceless. I still haven’t seen the evidence of your excitement. I know I’m going to lose it when I get my first look at it. Do it slowly and make me hunger for it. It’s a shame that you couldn’t have been my first. I can always pretend. It wasn’t like the man who came before you was any prize.” His thumb was sliding along my slick skin and there was no point in trying to pretend.
I was trying to separate feelings from the actions. It would be easier to think of him as a conquest. My friend’s words haunted me claiming that I couldn’t be physical with a man without falling in love. There was no one that could make me feel like he did. Kissing had always been my downfall. Kenneth was my first after a month-long courtship of making out.
“Never let it be said that I don’t give a woman what she wants.” He was pulling down the zipper one track at a time.
It sounded like a gun going off. I was licking my lips with this highly charged anticipation in the air.
“It’s so fucking hot to see you do that. Rules are made to be broken when you look like that.” The twitch in his purple briefs over stimulated me.
He wore my favorite color and there was something more than average contained within. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but it was far more delicious to watch him tease me for my pleasure.
“It goes to prove that a man is capable of doing two things at the same time. It might be a little awkward, but it’s worth it.” I was feeding on his words and the way that he was squeezing the formation of his warm form to get my undivided attention.
His finger was making this sloppy sound going in and out of me. It wasn’t enough, but it was going to have to do for the time being. I could always make it up to him by getting him into a compromising position. He had a tent in his backpack and I was looking forward to see how it was going to stand up to the both of us in the groove of our passion.
“I want to… I want to see it before it’s too late.” He pulled back on the opening and gave me something to sink my teeth into.
“Is this what you wanted to see? Take a good look and imagine what this will be like in your mouth. Think about the heated shaft sliding inside of you. I will know when you’re ready from the way that you look at me. Don’t hold back on my account.” He was doing it with his hands and with the fantasy of seeing him supporting 8-inches of desirable meat in his hands.
“I can stop this… I can… I’m not going to. I’ve never been… I’m going to need you to take the steering wheel for a moment.” I shuddered and began thrashing in my seat pushing the accelerator to the floor.
It was terrifying and exhilarating to be barr
eling down the highway completely out of it. I heard the girls awakening from their slumber and screaming for this ride to come to an end.
I don’t know how I managed, but I pressed onto the brake making us skid to the side of the road with pebbles flying behind us. I slumped against his hand still trapped between my thighs.
“What the hell was that about? Are you trying to kill…never mind… I think I understand and I wholeheartedly approve. My god…is that all you? It’s no wonder she wasn’t able to keep her eyes on the road. I would have driven into a tree. I would tell you to put it away, but I don’t want to.” Ginger was leering over his shoulder getting a better look at what should have been my secret.
We found a spot to call it a night not more than a few miles down the road. I was ready to roll up my sleeves, but Jesse insisted that he had everything under control.
The tent was set up and we didn’t have to do a thing. It wasn’t the first time he had set up the tent and it wasn’t going to be the last. We had compromised by finding a campsite for a nominal cost with electric outlets to give Ginger a taste of civilization.
I could easily envision the package hidden from view but not forgotten. Jesse had me trying to cool down after he had stoked the fire into a blazing inferno between my legs. I wasn’t the only one affected by his presence. He had swept the other girls into the wake of his piercing blue eyes. He had a body that was waiting to be uncovered.
“I can feel your eyes burning a hole into me from behind. I’m not complaining. What man in their right mind would say anything disparaging about three women looking at him like he is a feast? You can look, but that’s as far as it goes. I’ve been spoken for.” I wasn’t sure how many men would have given up the chance to share the wealth.
Chapter 4
Jesse
“I know this isn’t your idea of roughing it. I can see how uncomfortable you are in your own skin. Try to make the best out of it and you might find yourself having fun.” Ginger was sitting by the fire hugging her knees and looking around like she had stepped into an alien atmosphere.
“I’m going to turn in for the evening. I wouldn’t dare disturb me. I’m taking Angel with me for protection. I’m guessing the two of you can find somewhere else to sleep. I doubt either one of you are going to get much sleep. Try to keep it down. I need my beauty sleep.” Angel shrugged her shoulders and followed Ginger into the tent zipping it up behind them.
“I guess they labeled us too hot to handle. I don’t mind sleeping under the stars. I’m not one to find romance in walking hand in hand on a beach during a moonlit night. You could start by telling me what you’re running from. There’s no use in denying it.” I was a little startled by her accusation, but it appeared my past could be seen haunting me in my eyes.
“I’m not going to insult your intelligence. A woman’s intuition isn’t something to trifle with. My mother always somehow knew what I was doing behind her. I could never get anything over on her. The same thing can be said for you. I can appreciate your curiosity, but I’m not ready to talk about it. Please respect me enough to know not to push.” She was about to say something in rebuttal, but she stopped herself before getting into an argument that she couldn’t win.
“I’m a good listener. You gave me a thrill to remember. Somehow you have gotten under my skin like a bomb getting ready to blow. I’m going to break it down for you. It’s time that I pull back on the hammer of the weapon you have in your possession. When I’m done the secrets that you profess to keep to yourself will tumble from your lips.” She jumped on top of me knocking me to the ground with her hands busy at my buttons.
“I can see how you might think a little pillow talk is necessary when the dust settles. I believe I have the strength to resist you.” She kissed my neck and circled her tongue to lower my guard.
“You don’t know what kind of arsenal I have to render you speechless. I want to commend you on your cooking talents. That fish was cooked to perfection and was flaky to the touch. I’m not going to kiss the cook when I can think of far better things to do with my mouth.” She followed the trend of what she was doing to my neck to other parts of my body.
She anxiously pulled my pants off of me leaving me in my underwear. The warmth of the fire had me sweating. She was unmatched in the way that she was looking at me with these come-hither bedroom eyes.
“I have to say that your technique makes me want to tell you everything. You have a bit more work to do before I give in willingly.” She wasn’t backing down from the challenge and was treating me to a long and unending tongue lashing that I was never going to forget.
“You can’t say something like that and not expect me to answer the call. I mentioned that I was a virgin two months ago, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t doing other things. The older woman who taught you about life should have been more specific about the tenacity of women when they are dared to go the extra mile.” The hot fluid licks of her tongue around my nipples caused my cock to react noticeably.
“I’ve been in the hot seat and I know how to endure any kind of torture. Do your worst or maybe that’s your best. It’s relatively the same thing.” I was looking inside myself and I was made of glass getting ready to shatter into a million pieces.
I had my legs spread and she was a stimulating distraction from the problems plaguing me. Her nails were barely touching my skin sending a shiver through my lower extremities.
I was sitting up watching this spectacular display of her oral skills. Others were a pale comparison to her enthusiasm. I was making these ungodly sounds and doing my best not to attract unwanted attention. Hitting the ground and letting her have her way was making me see I was dealing with a closeted sexual carnivore.
My sticky trigger was in her hand and her mouth was poised to surround me in the heat and tightness waiting for me. I breathed deeply when the head of my impressive member disappeared with the first few inches following in its wake.
“It looks like you have the prescription to cure what ails me.” My heart ached and was frozen in my chest with her doing everything she could to thaw me.
It was late at night and everybody was nestled in their beds waiting for daylight to waken them from their slumber. Only a select few had the pleasure of company to keep them up in more ways than one. I was happy to stave off the Sandman for something more pleasurable.
I began thrusting into her throat and back out over the length of her tongue. I left a trail of my creamy strings forging a path back and forth in her mouth. I was on my back and the sensation building by the second was hard to ignore. She was heartless in her approach to keep me on the edge and tease me to the oblivion. I tried to make her finish the task at hand, but she was determined to keep me waiting.
“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me what you are running from? I would really hate to leave you like this unsatisfied and in desperate need of release. We both know you could take matters into your own hands, but it wouldn’t be the same.” I was trying to fight her power over me, but she was wise to my actions and had an appropriate response.
“You wouldn’t dare use the threat of sex to get what you want. I thought you were above those childish actions. Continue what you’re doing and I might forget about this ugly side of you.” She was melting my resolve with her hand stroking the length of my shaft.
“I’m trying to remind you of how you have somebody here to listen without judgment. I’ve been where you’re at, but I doubt seriously for the same reasons. The longer you run the worst that it’s going to be. It’s damn near killing me to tell you to go back home and face whatever problems you might have.” I was mistaken and she was quite right in her assessment that running wasn’t the answer.
“I might be convinced, but you will have to go back with me. I have a standing reservation at the Airport for a first class ticket. I could easily turn them in and get two coach seats. I get the window seat. That’s not negotiable.” I could face anything with her standing by my side with a warm heart
and forked tongue to back down any adversary.
“You’re not thinking straight. I can’t go with you to Greece, but I can give you tonight. Don’t consider this a consolation prize. I want you to remember me in the coming days and weeks ahead. I don’t know if we will ever see each other again, but I hope destiny has other ideas.” She went back to sucking me with a vengeance and I was having a hard time keeping the flood from escaping my loins.
Her ferocious efforts were giving me an example of her insatiable appetite. Love was an elusive emotion very few had the opportunity to experience. I felt powerful and my hesitation to take my rightful place in the family business had slowly faded. They were looking for me and would spare no expense in extraditing me back to Greece.
Her newly acquired adventurous spirit gave me the motivation to do the same thing. I was ready to become the man of the family. I would become the gatekeeper for all the family secrets. The business was thriving, but my father’s declining health had led him to hand the key to the kingdom to his son.
I felt bad and I didn’t want this to happen without proving to her that I could change. I was going to tell her the unvarnished truth, but her oral skills had made the only thing coming out of my mouth a long and drawn out moan of satisfaction.
I came with my cock shooting a frothy fountain of my seed into her mouth. I gave into the stimulating sensation radiating through my body. I was going to need a moment to catch my second wind, but I knew from personal experience my libido would be ready shortly to charge ahead.
“That was some of my finest work to date. Are you a human or machine? That was a delicious protein shake. I can’t say my efforts were in vain. I enjoyed it more than you can ever know. You resisted my sexual charm. I’m impressed, and also a little insulted.” She deserved to know the truth, but I had to word it in such a way that she would know our time together meant the world to me.