by Louisa Bacio
In the rear-view mirror, the lights of an approaching big rig coming up behind them shone, and he worried about his exposed cock hanging out for the world to see. If the driver wants to take a peek into the cab, then let him have a show. The thought made Randy laugh out loud, and Sallie gave him a questioning look.
He couldn’t believe his luck and could only shake his head.
“Got any protection in here, big boy?” Sallie asked, one hand stroking him, keeping him ready.
“Back seat,” he managed to croak out, “in my overnight bag.” Thank god he’d bought them. It’s not like he had all the opportunity in the world to use them, but he was thankful to have them now.
Sallie knelt on the seat and reached toward the back. He wanted to smack the curve of ass peeking from her skirt. The sound of the bag’s zipper opening increased the tension. She turned around, holding the square.
“Think you were going to get lucky?”
“A guy can always hope.”
She ripped open the foil wrapper. Man, he was so hot, just the sound of the crinkling paper cranked him up another notch. Damn, his cock knew what that sound meant, and they were both ready for what was about to come next.
Sallie opened up the compartment and easily found and ripped open a foil wrapper. Man, he was so hot just the sounds of the crinkling paper cranked him up another notch. Damn, his cock knew what that sound meant, and they were both ready for what was about to come next.
Keeping her hands moving, Sallie slipped the rubber over his cock and rolled it down. The tightening of the material and the gentle pressure of her hands turned him on even more.
As soon as the rig had passed, Sallie struck, climbing on top of him. He shifted over a little so she could get a knee between him and the door.
She leaned above him, poised on top of the head of his cock and looked into his eyes. For a few fleeting seconds, he looked back. It was well worth it. It was as if she had reassured herself of something because she leaned her head toward his left, nibbled on his shoulder and lowered herself.
Oh. My. Freaking. Gawd. The immense pleasure hit instantly. She was so tight and wet and ready. Her pussy gave the perfect amount of resistance as he slid in and hit home. As she held herself steady, he nestled into her core, plunging deep.
“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” he groaned into her slender neck. “You feel amazing.”
“Because you’re a lame-ass loser,” she teased, “and probably afraid of what I’d tell my brother.”
Her brother…shit. That’s the last thing that he wanted to think about buried base-deep in the pussy of his best friend’s sister. Mr. Happy started to wilt. She knew immediately and laughed low in his ear and started nibbling it while she gyrated her hips. He sprang right back. Once Sallie started to grind away, rising above him just until she reached the tip, and then slamming down again, all thoughts about what anybody else might think disappeared.
Through the light material of her summer sweatshirt, Randy nuzzled her gorgeous breasts. Ah, to have those babies in his mouth with all the time in the world to worship them. He’d been stealing glances at them for way too long, and they deserved some attention. Sallie seemed to have caught his drift, because soon enough, she was pulling her shirt over her head, and he was thanking goddess Victoria for the secret of a front-clasping bra. Soon enough, those C-cup dreams filled his vision—and his mouth.
Sallie Mae had nipples that looked like light-pink strawberries right before they turned fully ripe. But, man oh man, was she ripe for the picking. They shone through the darkness. She set the rhythm, pounding him, working the muscles in her thighs. On one downstroke, he slipped his tongue around her nipple, teasing it into a tight ball between his teeth. She went back up and he lost contact, searching for more. The next time she sank down, she leaned to the other side, gifting him with the other nipple. And so the pace continued.
Again, he struggled to remember to keep one hand on the wheel, checking out the
road over Sallie’s shoulder as he curled the other beneath the curve of her ass, gripping her against him, pushing his cock deep into her. She rode him like crazy. Beneath his fingers, he could feel that puckered bottom hole of hers. Right about the time he started fingering the outer edges, her moans increased in fervor, and she pounded against him. If they were in bed, they would be knocking the headboard into the wall. Instead, in his truck, they flew down the highway and she spiraled into orgasm.
Her inner muscles contracted around him as her climax overtook her. Her moans fell to tiny whimpers and her body trembled. Inside her, Randy remained firm, spearing into her core.
Panting heavily, Sallie leaned against him, catching her breath and momentum. He was right there with her, but after holding off for so long, it wouldn’t take much more to push him over the edge.
She rested for a few beats, her chest rising and falling against him, and he was more than willing to wait for his turn.
“That was so nice,” she said, laying a light kiss against the side of his neck before going in for a nip.
Deep within her, he flexed the muscles of his cock, letting her know he was waiting.
“Impatient, is he?” She laughed.
Soon enough, though, she started over again, sliding her velvety wetness over his aching cock. It took all the concentration he could spare to keep driving and not to shut his eyes. He momentarily thought about pulling over and pounding into Sallie until he couldn’t take it anymore. That was one of the things that had him so turned on. He couldn’t go all-out. He couldn’t take control. He had to monitor the road, yet give himself to her.
Bright lights from behind them illuminated the inside of the truck, and she stilled, ducking down and tight against his body.
“Isn’t this part of the fun,” she teased, “almost getting caught.” She did a slow rub against him, providing soft friction to increase his need but not enough to make him shoot his load.
If past experience were any indication, the stopping and prolonging of his climax would make it that much stronger. The big rig changed lanes and passed them. As Sallie rose back up, Randy wondered if the other driver was getting an eyeful in his mirror.
“Maybe we shouldn’t push our luck any further,” she said.
“Now you’re really teasing me,” Randy said. He held on to her hip with one hand and thrust up as much as he could.
Her breasts pressed against his chest and she leaned over, taking his earlobe within her mouth and sucking gently. Her breath pulsed in his ear.
She lifted up and plunged down in quick succession. The friction and tight grip on his cock pushed him to the edge, where he knew he’d come any moment. It was the point of no return. Randy rammed up into her and let loose. His jaw clenched and his toes curled. He shut his eyes momentarily when the waves of pleasure overtook him, but he quickly opened them up again. A slight curve in the road ahead needed his attention. The truck swerved into the empty lane on the right, adrenaline surged and he straightened out the wheel. She slammed down on him, forcing him back into pleasure. Her pussy tightened around him. She moaned as he throated a growl. She never stopped urging him on. “Come for me baby, come in me, oh god come for me!”
He gripped her hip with one hand. “Ride me. Grind against me.” Sallie Mae threw her head back and screamed his name as her second orgasm crested on top of his. “That’s it. That’s it. Rock it.” His body jerked and spasmed and she squeezed another rush of come from deep inside him.
An overwhelming urge to kiss her took over as he came down off the high. He wanted to touch her all over, and his body shook from the exertion. As soon as he was able to safely, he pulled over to the side of the road. The truck idled as he finally took his eyes off the highway and looked into hers. She wrapped both arms around his neck, laughed as softly as a secret told between them and sucked on his lower lip before thrusting her tongue into his mouth. All the passion he’d felt moments before came bursting out through that kiss. Talk about first kisses. Th
ey’d done the complete fucking deed before they’d explored each other through their mouths.
A honk interrupted the make-out session. When Randy looked up, he saw the red flash of a semi’s brake lights. He laughed nervously with the feeling of being discovered, as if the other driver really knew what they had just been doing.
As he gazed back into Sallie’s eyes, she looked too serious and he braced himself for what was inevitably to come. The letdown.
“You know how long I’ve wanted you?” Sallie asked. “And how long I’ve wanted you to fuck me?”
Years of naked fantasies played back in his mind. “Probably as long as I’ve wanted you.”
“If I knew you’d be this good, I’d have pushed the issue sooner,” she said, shoving the hair out of her face. “I don’t want to give you the wrong impression though. I don’t think that I’m ready for anything too serious.”
Hell yes. Sex without worrying about any touchy-feely emotions.
“Hey,” he said, taking her chin within his hand and looking directly into her eyes. “We’re both adults. We don’t need to worry about where this will go.”
“Sure,” she said, looking a bit more relieved. “But, we can still have a good time, right?”
“Fuck yeah.” As soon as he said the words, his cock throbbed with his agreement. They could have plenty of fun.
Before she could ask any more questions, Randy went in for one last, long kiss. He swirled his tongue around hers, and he’d have done about anything for the chance to lie next to her and relax until round two. After he finally went completely soft, Sallie rolled off and then settled into her seat, gently removed the condom and wrapped it in a napkin. She bent over and kissed his now resting cock, put him into her mouth for a moment, then said, “See you later.”
“You promise?”
She smiled and nodded in answer, and he swore he felt a surge again, if briefly, before she tucked him back in and zipped him up. Only then did she put her clothes back in order, as sedate and sweet as ever. Although now he didn’t need to stretch his imagination to think about what she looked like and felt like beneath the layers. The truck’s tires cut into the dirt, and he pulled back onto the road and drove for a while in silence, in his own thoughts.
Chapter Three
At the next rest stop, they both got out of the car. Her gait was a little stretched out, and his legs were a bit shaky. What a pair they made. But as they walked out their kinks, she held his hand.
“Any reason why you need to get back to Los Angeles tonight?” Randy asked. “Because if not, I’m thinking maybe we grab a hotel room and really do this right.”
“An excuse would be easy, like ‘too bad you blew a tire back there’,” she said, giving his hand a squeeze. “We’ll have to stay the night and buy a spare in the morning.”
He liked the way this woman thought. “And it was real lucky that my spare was able to get us this far.” He finished up her comment with a grin.
With the promise of more physical time between them, they booked it back to the truck and he searched the GPS for nearby motels. On the way to the motel, Sallie sent her family a text message that she’d be home the next day. Her phone chimed an incoming message, and she whooped.
“No questions asked.”
As soon as she made the call, Randy could barely keep his eyes on the road and his cock in his pants until they made it to the hotel. The entire way, Sallie kept her hand on his upper thigh, sauntering her fingers upward every now and then to brush over his hardness, keeping him ready. The anticipation of stretching her out and feasting upon her kept him on the edge.
“Once we get out of the boondocks, we’ll find a place to stay,” he said.
They decided to stop in Victorville for the evening. Although the city had grown, it wasn’t like there were that many choices to get busy. He picked a motel that looked clean and shared a parking lot with a convenience store.
“Are you hungry?” Randy asked, more out of courtesy than anything else.
“Only one thing I’m hungry for,” Sallie purred. The rolling sound of her tongue on that ‘r’ targeted his dick. It did that throb that told him he better get them to the room as fast as possible.
“Why don’t we pick up some beer and snacks before heading up?” Randy suggested.
Randy had forgotten that was another good thing about college gals, they weren’t quite so picky. They were used to guys not having a lot of money, so they grabbed a cold six-pack, some cheese and crackers, a package of red licorice and a few other items. As they passed by the sexual aids, Sallie tossed a box of ribbed condoms into the basket.
“Don’t want to risk running out,” she explained.
As Randy paid for their goodies, Sallie stood behind him, her arms wrapped around his waist, scratching playfully with her nails at his stomach beneath his shirt. When the clerk rang up the rubbers, he took a gander at Sallie Mae and gave Randy a head nod as if to say, Seal of approval, dude.
The hellcat was just as frisky checking into the motel. It was hard for him to interact with the clerk when Sallie kept making the pre-come leak from his cock. The minute they got on the elevator, Randy cornered her and slid his hand under her shirt, flicking her nipple with his thumb until she moaned.
“You’re going to pay for distracting me so much,” he said.
“Promise?”
Oh howdy.
The room itself wasn’t anything extraordinary. One big-ass bed with some awful gold and orange color combination and lots of privacy, which mattered the most—that and the woman of many a late-night whack-off fantasy. After cracking open a beer for Sallie and himself, he stuck the rest in the mini-fridge.
Sallie stretched out on the bed, doing some sort of yoga-like pose. “Oh, this feels so good after being in the car for so long,” she said. She contorted her body the opposite way. He checked out her fine ass and decided to join her.
“Too bad. We’re not going to be doing too much sleeping.”
With a laugh she dashed from the bed and peeled off all her clothes one by one. Randy drank her in. Once done, she leaned against the bathroom door, posing for him.
The images so enticing, he moved his eyes from one snapshot to another. Her arm up high, the rounded curve of her waist and her voluptuous hips. Her breasts stood pert, more perfect than he could have imagined.
“You want to get cleaned up with me before we get into that bed?” she asked.
“Great idea.” College girls can be smart too!
As quick as could be, he kicked off his shoes and socks and ditched every stitch of clothing, leaving them wherever they fell and then he followed after her.
Giggling, she turned and ran into the bathroom, that ass giving off the right amount of jiggle. As she leaned over to turn on the water, he smacked her offering.
“Hey,” she squealed, making a halfhearted attempt to cover her bottom. “That hurt.”
“Told you that you’d pay for keeping me horny for the last hundred miles or so.”
Stepping over the edge of the tub, he joined her in the shower and pulled the curtain closed. The warm water sluiced over their bodies and eased the muscles of Randy’s back. She came in close, sudsing up her hands and smoothing them over his stomach. His cock was more than happy to let her know that he was up for a little cleaning too. She playfully smacked him down.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you soon enough.”
After rinsing off, they moved together in the narrow tub, and he sidestepped her so she could have the full stream. Sallie poured some lemon-smelling shampoo into her hand and washed her hair. In his life he’d seen sexier things. Hell, he’d watched many a threesome porno, but at that moment, with her eyes shut and her fingers working through her gorgeous blonde hair and the droplets of water cascading down her breasts—damn, he wanted to jack off and come all over her.
Instead Randy took advantage of her blindness and sucked on one of those luscious nipples, lightly biting the tip between hi
s teeth and slipped his hand around her back, cupping her bottom.
She jumped, giving a squeal.
“Hey there,” she said. “What was that for?”
“Couldn’t help myself. You looked so good, I had to get a bite for myself.”
“Mmm.” She went up on her tiptoes to kiss him, and his cock slipped between her legs, automatically seeking her warmth. Yeah, like a heat-seeking missile.
Ever so slowly she reached between them, grabbing him firmly. “Looks like someone is really anxious for some attention.”
“Do you blame him? Look at you. You’re fuckin’ hot.”
The comment made her smile and her eyes lit up with a bit of mischief. Before Randy knew what she was doing, Sallie dropped to her knees and deep throated him in one swoop.
“Holy hell.” He plunged into her mouth, pumping at that soft warmth as she massaged his balls and then licked up the side of his cock to suck on the tip. He wrapped his fingers through her wet hair and thrust as hard into her mouth as he wanted. When his balls tightened and he knew he was about to come, he tried to back away. She kept at it until he threw his head back and bellowed with release.
After that she rinsed him off again, and they toweled dry and headed to the bedroom. There was something about cool sheets that totally soothed the body. As they slipped in, all the worries in his life melted away, he focused on the here and very much now.
“Are you sleepy?” she asked, trailing the tips of her fingers across his stomach.
“Not that tired,” he said.
After all the attention she’d been paying him, it was time to give her something special to remind her of the trip. He turned toward her, pushing her onto her back and placing his knee inside her legs. He was pretty sure that she’d be up for just about anything. It would be a long haul for the record books.
He kissed her, long, slow strokes of his tongue over her full lips as he caressed the curves of her body, sliding down to that sweet spot between her legs. Without being asked, she opened for him and he teased two fingers into her. Against his mouth, she moaned and slightly lifted her hips off the bed.