From: afgun@engin.umich.edu (Andrew F. Gunnesch)
Subject: Road Trip (anonymous posting)
Keywords: road trip
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
ROAD TRIP - Part 1
The miles drift by.
Off into who knows where. Pick a place, you said. Florida, I said. Great... let's go. So we drive in air-conditioned, cruise-controlled comfort. At least I can stretch in the driver's seat. Somewhat.
The view from these minivans is better than most. The grass near the freeway whips by, while houses and farms slide past our vision. A gentle hum issues from the front of the van.
You are dressed for Florida...tank top and shorts. No sun yet this year, and still your legs have that tanned look. It offsets the creamy bikini area I recall from last year on the beach. Your rear fairly glowed that night as the stars and moon lit our romance, and the white skin around your nipples and sparsely furred mound was an inviting target. Maybe that's why you wanted to go back.
I smell something from the van. It _is_ a new one, and some things take longer to deodorize than others. This smells good and not so good.
"Do you smell something?" I ask. "No. Should I?" Your voice is huskier than normal. Maybe you're just not awake yet. "I'm not sure. I'll check back later. Sleep if you wish." "Maybe I will. Give me the owner's manual. I haven't figured these seats out for the sleeper part."
A kiss from you on the cheek as you get the needed book. No bra, I see, as I gaze down your tank top. An urge to lick and suck briefly passes my mind. Then another kiss on the earlobe as you go. Two kisses, and I start to harden. Amazing.
I adjust the rearview mirror to watch you struggle with the seats, finally getting them into a chaise-lounge affair. Not too bad. My mind wanders with the possibilities. Back you come. A light tongue on the earlobe, the slam of the glove box, then a throat-clearing tongue kiss that brings all sexual systems to full alert. My free hand trails up from your ankle to just below the hem of your shorts, feeling your warmth. I slide an index finger inside the leg and feel a bit of moisture. I _thought_ I smelled something. You suck my tongue into your mouth, and massage it with yours, eyes closed, your mouth so warm and inviting. A rumble from the van as we hit the Botts dots on the side of the road bring us back to the road. My finger comes out with a small smack, as does my tongue from the palace of your lips. Your face is but inches from mine as I bring my finger to my lips, and lick it clean, using all of my oral exaggeration as possible.
"Well, I'll just get back to my chair back here, and see what happens..."
Fine, I think. As long as you let me watch. I'd like to be back there with you, imagining we were two teenagers, horny but scared, figuring out what felt good and wondering what an orgasm felt like.
The miles drift by...
I'm intent on a construction zone...single lane for the next 15 miles. Rats. This will take some time. I peek back to you in the center section with a blanket on.
"Are you cold?" "No, just don't want everyone else to see me...you know..." "What?" "Masturbate." Even the way you say that word stirs both you and me. "You're forgetting that we're in a van. The only ones who can see us would be truckers, and I'll bet it's nothing they haven't seen already...Well, maybe they've seen like it, but none so luscious as yours..." "You're sweet. Are you sure no one can see in?" "Look around. All we can see is down." "O.K." There goes the blanket. I gasp as I see tank top over your breasts, and your shorts near your knees. A little furry patch of hair atop your reddened mound glistens with your juices. I won't turn around...that would be indiscreet. So I steal glances at you. I adjust the temp for a little more heat, to match the flame building in your hips. Time to adjust the mirror again.
You even thought of the seats, as I see a towel under your hips. So considerate. Fingers slowly glide across and under your firm breasts, ignoring the pert nipples for now. I see your face in the mirror; concentrating on the feeling, and a bit of wanton lust clouds your eyes. The aroma of your passion is unmistakeable. I wonder why I didn't recognize it before, and take you down then and there. I look down...thighs spread, hips rolled up as if to take me in and grind against your clit, inner thighs slightly flushed with your passion.
Two miles roll by, and I give another peek in the mirror.
One hand slides across your tanned tummy to tickle both thighs. You must have gotten that from me...I like the taste of your thighs, and like to run my tongue from knee to sex and back again, wetting them with saliva. I notice my own reaction to your hand work. I am hard as stone with watching you. It's not uncomfortable...not yet. One finger of the thigh caresser retrieves some moisture from your pussy and brings it to the hood under your mound. The other hand roves from breast to breast, rolling nipples in and out of your firm breasts. I hold a giggle as they pop back out after you push them in. So much like those red caps you chewed on, but oooooohhhhhhh so much more fun to suck on.
Three more miles. Time for another look.
You have slid down in the chair, wanting to get more horizontal. The breast hand now holds both nipples firmly, pressing them against one another, pushing the surrounding area tight against your body. The look is delicious. I should like to press those boobs around my dick like two pillows. The shorts are a memory. The lower hand moves the lips back and forth, and a finger presses in on the clit, popping it in and out. It sounds wet back there, as lips part and close on thrusting fingers. Your eyes are slits, head back, mouth open and breathing is ragged. My own hand drifts to my shorts and strokes a fully erect and very wanting dick. To have you this aroused and so close, but so out of reach, is tantalizing. I wish the van had someone else driving, so I could drive my hips between you and thrust my pole into your warm garden. Still, this is good.
At last, construction is over. We can pick up speed, and we pass several vehicles. A wicked grin smears my face as we pass a 18-wheeler. I slow to give him a good look at the middle seat and you working your body over. I can only imagine his look.
I feel more than hear you nearing the edge. I peek into the mirror, and see your legs pushing hips into hand, both hands now working to press mound and clit and lips and sex. Two fingers in and stroking like a miniature dick, but a bit shorter. The heel of the other hand presses and rolls your whole mound, and fingers strum your very erect clit as it peeks out. You look to one side, as you do when you're ready to come. Both hands stir faster, thrusting in deeper and grinding quicker, almost like a vibrator. Hips thrust harder and higher, lifting up and up. Any moment now... I stop caressing my shaft, caught up in your pleasure. I don't want to come just yet, and I'm right at the edge. My eyes are glued to the mirror. Sweat beads on your lips with the effort. Your sex is very red with rubbing and engorged blood. One sustained thrust, and the long-awaited climax spreads from your hands all over your body, even to the toes. They curl and strain as pulses of pleasure course through your limbs. Hands still blur on your mound, and two fingers stay inside to feel the grasp of sex muscles. I know the feeling, and wish I was there to spread your inner walls with my member, and feel your pussy grab me like a velvet glove.
Oops. Back on the road with a lurch.
"Wow. Hasn't been that good since that trip to the Kentucky Derby." I hear from the middle seat. I remember the story, and smile. The tank top comes back down, but can't hide the pebbled nipples, still quivering with the afterglow. The shorts hit the dashboard, and the panties miraculously catch on the mirror. The scent is heavenly. I pull them off and sniff a lungful of your arousal. Then back on the mirror they go.
From: afgun@engin.umich.edu (Andrew F. Gunnesch) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Road Trip, second installment (anonymous) Summary: Anonymous posting of road trip story Keywords: road trip anonymous story Date: 19 Aug 92 13:05:07 GMT Followup-To: poster Organization: CAEN, University of Michigan Nntp-Posting-Host: beck.engin.umich.edu
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Across Birmingham's downtown, through the center of the city, you are topless and smiling. My pants are undone, and a less-than throbbing penis slumbers in the midday sun. Traffic is all around us. Your shorts are draped demurely across your lap, hiding fingers tickling a sparse bush and eager lips. Not so much to go to climax, more like idling and enjoying the feeling of slick lips and warmth.
"Hungry?" "Yes, very. I'd like something to eat, first, though..."
Off the freeway at the next exit ramp is a Roy Rogers. Perfect. We are fourth in line at the drive thru.
"Don't you want to get covered up?" I ask. "Why? I have nothing to hide. In fact," as you climb into the front seat next to me, "this might be kind of fun."
Uh-oh. A girl's voice asking for our order. We proceed. Some people around, but no one looks our way. My heart beats a tad quicker. Your nipples rise to the occasion, too.
Third in line. Still time to get dressed. Nothing.
Second. A nervous glance to me. Still time. Nothing.
"That'll be 6 dollars and..." the clerk pauses, staring at you mostly. A large grin on your face. Then she stares at me. A grin on my face as I hand her a ten. Food and change come back to me as her gaze locks on your breasts.
"Like 'em?" you ask. "Yes, I hope mine are that big when I get older." "They are very nice...and sensitive, too. Watch." For the next minute, both hands lift and caress each lovely breast for our junior partner. I glance at her, watching your every move. A horn from behind derails our little scene. "Thanks for stopping. Hope to see you again real soon." We drive off. Peals of laughter fill the van. "Why did you do that?" "I thought it would be fun. I was watching her mouth. It was opening and closing...kind of when you got your first French kiss... it looked like she wanted to suck on me for a moment there... Jeez, that was dangerous...and FUN!" "You're becoming quite the exhibitionist today. Here's your lunch." "You can't say you didn't enjoy it. Look at your dick." He has risen to the occasion with quivering and a full head.
US331 into southern Alabama. Two lane road that turns a bit. No one will bother us for a while.
"Ketchup for your fries?" I offer. "Thanks. But mine are all gone. Can I have some of yours?" "Sure. Help yourself." A hand moves to the fries between my thighs and drifts across the slumbering penis. An accident? Perhaps. I think nothing of it. Still, the way your bosom sways as you reach for more fries does waken him. I feel moisture there as a ketchup pack pops, and I look down to see cold condiments poured all over the head and shaft and bush. "Gollee, that's cold!" "Here, let me clean that up for you. I don't know _what_ happened there. It _must_ have been an accident." I hear the humor and feel the flat of your tongue wrap around the side of my soft dick from bush to head. Your breath warms the flesh and tickles my brain with the promise of your moist mouth again. "Got any more ketchup? This could be fun." I rummage for some more, trying to keep on the road with the effort to locate packets and not pass out with the tongue lashing you are giving me. Three more packets appear and disappear, coating my quivering tool. Your tongue now slips down to probe my balls. They squirm with the sensation. I groan with the feeling. My free hand seeks again the pendulous breasts that brush my thigh. Then they seek the globes of your rear. Middle finger in the cleft and other fingers on either side. Your mouth leaves my dick alone, and rolls to look forward, enjoying the attention. I am inches away from your garden. I plan to stay away so as to tease you. Now you do a half-roll and sit across both seats, inviting my hands to sample your body front. What a feast. Would that I could consume you all day and night.
Florida border. Now about an hour away. My hands have been busy in their drifting from breast to nipple to nipple to breast to clit to lips to thighs to stomach to deep inside and back to breast again. It must feel like one large hand is touching you all over. I see you push whatever part of your body is being touched, into my hand, wanting the most in contact. I am eager to help but refuse to let my hands caress you too hard. One of your hands has snaked around my hard dick and is stroking slowly. Not to climax, but just to enjoy the sensation. The familiar ache of balls ready to shoot builds as it has for the last 30 miles. It's unbearable.
We both smell the ocean as we pull onto county road 30. Hands leave genitals as you sit up and look at small waves rolling onto white sand. Beaches are deserted but for a few snowbirds (older folk who winter in FL). "Here we are" as we pull into the condo's driveway. This place is REALLY deserted. Not a car for some time. I marvel at your nude form as you walk brazenly into the carport and open the door. Did you wink? I believe you did and a hand drifts to your sex. "Want to play?" "Why do you think I'm warming myself up like this? Get inside here." I'm no fool. I chase you inside and wrap you in my arms, pulling all of you into me. My tongue finds your mouth wanting mine, and they touch. My hands grab both cheeks and weld your hips to my straining member. I feel moisture on your bush. From me or you? I taste your warm breath as the excitement builds. You look around. "Where's the bed? Over there?" as you lead me by the dick, stroking me all the while. "Lie down, honey. I'm gonna give you the ride of your life." My pants and shirt are off in a flash, and my dick is pressed between my hips and your wet sex. Your hand goes between and erects my erection to part your lips. I look down. With a dainty grip, my head is swallowed by two puffy, rosy lips, then grasped by your opening. We are joined, but in the shortest way.
Now your hips roll in a small circle. I glance down and see your garden slowly consume the stalk. It's very slow and grueling work, but a smile passes your lips. You look down for a progress report. I take the opportunity to give your sensitive nipples a finger massage. This pulls your head back, and both your hands cover mine and pull them into your breasts, contacting all the flesh they can. Almost all the way in...I feel the tips of your pubic hairs moving mine. I rotate my hips from side to side as you start a front-to-back motion. I can only guess what this does to your clit. I pull my hands from beneath yours and replace your fingers to surround your turgid nipples. My hands then resume their roaming, trying to touch all you at once. My balls ache more with the release. Wetness covers my dick and sac and starts to soak my bush. I feel a furnace around my twitching dick.
"Wait. Butt cramp." I freeze, as do you, as pain sears from my rear end. You roll off with hands still tweaking two stiff nipples. "Let me on top for a while" I ask. Thighs part wide for an answer. My cock finds the bottom of you on the initial plunge. Now I can give your clit the attention it deserves. I press both our bones together slowly and trap your mound inbetween, rolling it with my hips from side to side. Your hips rise and fall with the pleasure. All thoughts of the cramp fade as my climax approaches. Now I slide in and out with deep thrusts quicker and quicker enjoying the sensation of wet and heat and squeezing and slickness and my balls move up and my feet clench and my chest presses into yours and tension all through my body and my dickhead swells up even more and two more thrusts and I hold my cock deep in you and quiver as jet after jet of hot cum shoot from me into your warm sex and now back to thrusting as the initial onslaught brings still more cum from me and I slowly return and remember that you haven't come yet and I hold all my muscles tight to stay hard for you and thrust some more against your mound ahhhhhh that's the right spot and you're meeting all my thrusts and your hands pull me into you and I press harder into you and is it possible that I could come again yess yesssss I feel the welling up and the hardness again and you feel it too with wide eyes staring into me the grasping of your orgasm pulls cum from my dick again and goosebumps cover you as we both collapse from the effort and sated sexual parts.
I lie on you with my flaccid penis halfway inside your palacial sex. I'd like to stay hard enough to spend the day inside you. I reach down and bring your breast to my lips and lick the softening nipple. Sex with you is so good. I am jealous of your capacity. You probably could go all night long "That was a first for me...twice in rapid succession. You are a woman of uncommon passion and love." "How did you do it? I mean, stay hard like that? It was wonderful ...you staying hard like that for me. THAT could come in handy later on." I roll off and look at you. Warm brown skin. Bosom rising and falling with each breath. Sparse bush covering a puffy pair of lips. Thighs spread to receive the lover. Pink lips parted for a passionate kiss. And the eyes, looking deep into mine with passion and contentment. Lips press lips, and tongues gingerly touch ever so softly. Eyes close, then open again to stare into mine. Your hand snakes down and closes on my soft dick. It stays soft, despite your talented hand.
"No more for now for this guy. I need a little break. Let's get dressed and unpacked, and check out the beach. Think of this as a reconnaisance run for later pleasures." "Deal" you say. It is going to be a fun week.
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