Road Trip - A blurred sex story.
Road Trip - A sex story on wheels
Friction-fiction by Michael Bracken - written with permission of scoreland.com
He collected his toll from busty drivers. They were happy to pay it.
I straddled the only empty stool at the diner's counter and squeezed between a burly truck driver and a buxom brunette whose massive breasts rested on the countertop. The brunette turned toward me and gave me a quick smile, so I nodded. She returned her attention to her half-eaten chef's salad, and that's when I got a good look at her profile.
"You drive a red LeBaron convertible?" I asked.
She looked up again. "Yeah."
"You passed me 15 minutes ago."
She shrugged. "I've passed a lot of people today. What makes you so special?"
"Nothing. Just that I've been driving since sun-up, and I haven't seen many beautiful women on the road today."
Before the brunette could respond, we were interrupted by a gum-popping waitress who'd piled her blue hair into a gravity-defying beehive. I glanced at the menu, then ordered a cheeseburger, fries and a large iced tea. The waitress turned away and bellowed my order to the cook.
"So you think only ugly women are traveling today?" the brunette asked.
"With one exception," I said.
She smiled. I hadn't intended my comment to be a come-on, but what I'd told her was true. The only women I'd seen all morning looked like they'd been beaten with an ugly stick. The brunette had caught my eye when she'd passed me earlier, and I'd had 15 minutes of fantasy until I'd pulled into the diner's parking lot.
"If we're going to sit here jabbering," the brunette said, "we might as well know each other's names." She held out her hand. "I'm Nicole."
I took her hand in mine, feeling an erotic tingle surge through my entire body. "Jeff."
The reality was a whole lot better than the fantasy, and I released her hand slowly.
"So, where you from, Jeff?"
It turned out she was from St. Louis and headed to her sister's in San Antonio, Texas. I'm from Nashville and was headed to Waco, Texas. We were in Arkansas, just west of Memphis, Tennessee, and not far from where Interstate 55 meets I-40.
"So we're headed in the same direction," Nicole said.
The waitress bustled over, slapped a plate down in front of me and hustled off. Nicole heaved her breasts off the counter and leaned back. I resisted the desire to stare at her massive melons and forced myself to look into her eyes.
"Looks like I'm finished," she said. "Maybe we'll run into each other again down the road."
"The speed you're going, I don't know if I can keep up."
Nicole leaned over and whispered in my ear. One heavy breast pressed against my arm and her hot breath tickled my ear. "Honey," she said, "if you can't keep up, you'll never get anywhere with me."
Then she dropped a crumpled five-dollar bill on the counter and headed toward the door. I watched her backside until she stepped outside, then I returned my attention to my lunch. By then, the waitress had placed a glass of lukewarm iced tea the size of a water trough on the counter in front of me.
About an hour and a half later, I had the urge to piss a river, so I pulled my Camaro into a rest stop and hurried into the men's room. When I came out, I glanced around the parking lot and saw Nicole's car at the end nearest the exit. I walked toward the car, and when I nearly reached it, I heard a woman's voice calling, "Hey, Jeff!" I turned and saw Nicole sitting at a picnic table, one hand wrapped around a soda can, the other waving at me. I walked over to her, then sat across from her on the table's hard, wooden bench.
"You're making pretty good time," she said.
"Just trying to keep up with you."
"You get lonely driving by yourself?" She leaned forward, and her breasts lay on the picnic table like two melons captured in cloth. The top few buttons of her blouse were undone and I could see deep into her cavernous cleavage. I knew if I took a high dive between her breasts, it would be hours before I came up for air.
"Some," I said as I tore my gaze away from her massive mams and stared into her azure eyes. "What about you. Getting lonely?"
"Not anymore," she said. "Not now that you and I keep stopping at the same places."
Her nipples were stiff and puckered the material of her tight-fitting blouse. She smiled. I smiled.
"The road vibration can really get to you after a while," she said. She wet her lips with her tongue. "Makes me hot and wet."
I swallowed. My cock lengthened and stiffened inside my jeans. I shifted position to give it room for expansion.
"But," Nicole added as she patted my hand and stood, "there's nothing I can do about it here."
I was so horny I could have done her on the picnic table if she'd let me."So where were you planning to stop next?" I asked.
"Some service station on down the road," Nicole said as we walked toward her car. "I'm below half a tank."
"I'm sure I could fill you up," I said.
Nicole smiled. "I'm sure you could."
I opened her car door, and Nicole slid into the driver's seat and started the car. As I pushed the door closed, Nicole reached across the top of the door and unzipped my jeans. She reached inside and threaded my rapidly stiffening cock through the opening. Then she took the head of my cock in her mouth, caught her teeth behind the spongy-soft cockhead and tongued the tiny slit crowning the head.
She'd caught me completely by surprise, and I stood motionless as she wrapped one hand around my stiff shaft and drew another couple of inches into her mouth. She bobbed her head forward and back, her tongue stroking the underside of my shaft. Just as I was reaching for her head, she released her oral grip on my cock, licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, and said, "Don't let me get away."
She shifted the LeBaron into reverse and backed out of her parking spot, then shifted into gear and headed toward the highway. I stared after her for a moment, then quickly stuffed my saliva-covered cock back in my pants and ran back to my car.
I caught up with Nicole about 10 miles down the road and followed her until she exited the highway and pulled into a service station. I pulled in behind her, and we both filled our gas tanks.
"It's nearly dinner time," she said. "You getting hungry?
"There's a place just down there," I said, pointing to a roadside restaurant about two blocks away.
We met there a few minutes later and sat across from each other in a dimly lit booth. Halfway through our after-dinner coffee, I felt her toes inching up the inside of my thigh until her bare foot was firmly lodged between my legs.
"So," Nicole said as her toes massaged my crotch. "You got plans for after dinner?"
"I was thinking maybe find a nice motel," I suggested. My dick had responded to the massaging action of her toes and had swollen with desire.
"It's been a hard day of driving."
"How hard?" she asked. By then, my cock was fully erect and straining against the inside of my jeans. She stroked the full length of it with her toes as she said, "I think I could stop for the night myself."
Fifteen minutes later, our coffee left unfinished on the restaurant table, I'd checked us into a motel room with a king-sized bed. Before I could even close the door behind us, Nicole had stripped off her blouse, revealing a bra overflowing with her substantial proportion. By the time I crossed the room to her, she was reaching back to unfasten all four hooks on her bra, and a moment later the confining cups fell free to reveal a huge pair of hooters with palm-sized areolae and nipples as thick and fat as spark plugs.
I peeled off my clothes as fast as I could. I had imagined this moment for hundreds of miles, amusing myself with the thought of having this woman. Now that the moment had arrived, I couldn't get to her fast enough.
Apparently, Nicole felt the same way. After she stripped off all her clothes, she pulled me into her arms, smashing her enormous melons against my chest. Then I covered her mouth with mine, and our tongues met in a long, wet, sloppy kiss. Nicole reached down between us and took my swollen cock in one hand, wrapping her slim fingers around the turgid base and tugging roughly. Then her moist lips trailed from my mouth to my chin, down my neck and chest and then lower still as she dropped to her knees on the motel room carpet. She cupped my heavy ball-sack in the palm of her hand as she kissed my swollen cock-head. She used the tip of her tongue to tease me, darting it out to lick away a glistening drop of pre-cum before she took the throbbing knob of my cock into her mouth.
I wrapped my fingers in her long hair and urged her to take my entire length into her oral cavity. Nicole resisted. Instead, she hooked her teeth behind the ridge of my cockhead and pistoned her fist up and down my shaft. Saliva oozed down the length of my dick, slickening it as her hand pistoned faster and faster.
I thought my cock would explode, and I thrust my hips forward and back. Nicole pulled her face away, releasing her oral grip on my cock as she clamped her fist tightly around the base of my cock. She pushed herself up and sat on the edge of the bed, then placed my throbbing cock between her heavy breasts and pushed them together so the soft flesh wrapped around it. My cock was wet with her saliva and my pre-cum and it slipped easily between Nicole's sweaty melons as I pulled back and pushed forward.
Faster and faster I thrust between her breasts. Just when I was about to cum, Nicole reached around and grabbed my ass-cheeks and pulled my cock tight against her chest. I spewed hot cum all over her chest and her neck.
As I pulled away from her a moment later, I could see my thick cum running down between her breasts.
"My turn," she said as she lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide.
I knelt on the floor between her thighs and buried my face in her musky brown muffin. Her soft hair tickled my nose as I lapped up and down the long slit of her cunt, the swollen lips parting easily when I thrust my tongue between them.
Nicole reached down and used her fingers to pull her pussy lips wide apart, and I buried my tongue deep inside her to taste her salty warm womanliness. I thrust my tongue in and out of her a few dozen times before I sought out the swollen bud of her clit. I teased it with my tongue, circling it again and again before finally sucking it between my teeth and holding it there while I probed it. Nicole's hips began to move up and down as my tongue teasingly tormented her. She released her hold on her pussy lips and twisted her nipples roughly as I continued licking her.
Then she came, her thighs clamping tightly around my head and holding my face firmly against her pubic mound. I could feel her pussy throb around my tongue and she gushed a flood of warm pussy juice down my chin, soaking the edge of the bed.
By then, my cock was standing up again. I stood, and when Nicole saw my rigid rod pointing at her, she smiled. She rolled onto her stomach and thrust her ass up at me. I approached her from behind and quickly found her slick slit. I buried my cock deep inside her. Then I drew back and pushed forward, driving my cock deep inside her still-throbbing pussy with each powerful thrust. She pushed her ass back against me, meeting each of my thrusts with her own.
I grabbed Nicole's hips and held on as I rode her hard and fast. Soon both of us called out in a long, low moan as I sent my second shot inside her.
A moment later, I collapsed on the bed beside her, breathing hard. She rolled over and slung one leg around mine. One heavy breast dropped onto my chest and I felt the stickiness of my cum gluing her chest to my arm.
"How many miles you think we drove today?" she said into my ear.
"Hundreds," I said.
"Well, that's how many miles you're going to ride tonight," she said.
"Eight inches at a time."
She reached down, took my limp, sticky cock in her hand and massaged it.
A moment later, it was responding to her mouth-to-cock resuscitation.
The next morning, we ordered in from the coffee shop and had breakfast in bed. We discovered new uses for scrambled eggs and bacon and toast and jam. Then we showered together, and I nearly suffocated between Ni-cole's wet, soapy monster melons, before I finally pushed her against the cold green tile wall and took her from behind, my soapy cock slipping easily into her as she moaned out my name.
We dried off, got dressed and shocked the maid with the condition of our room. It was a mess, and I'm sure the poor woman could smell the stench of sex in the air. We grabbed our bags and pushed past the maid. We had hours to drive before the day ended, and we knew it was time to hit the road. She gave me her sister's number, and as soon as I get settled in my new place, I plan to give her a call.
I know I'm ready for another road trip.
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11/20/2005; 3:52:13 PM.