Thanks for the Ride

At the end of my last daydream we have scarcely made it to our first scheduled erotic-stop. You had put a great deal of study into these places the last time you made a trip up north alone. You had taken on the assignment to come up with a few out of the way places where a vehicle pulled over for whatever reason would go unnoticed to passers-by. It gave you something fun to do; feel happy about while you drove those long lonely miles. You certainly made some outstanding choices.

I know you recall how we had been self-stimulating for a good while as we rode along moaning the time away. I'm not for sure why but you seemed to prefer that form of communicating to talking. I was happy to oblige your request and let the vibrator tell some of it's own true stories. It was humming intimately to the rhythm of lust. I was wetter than ever as we finally pulled off the road onto a tree lined country lane where there had once been a beautiful red barn. It was our luck it had dodged the eye of many a storm, which had served only to weather it grandly but still leave it sturdy looking. The weather had been good to us, too, the lane to our sheltered hideaway wasn't muddy. There was plenty of room behind the barn to park the truck and not be seen. We knew that time was of the essence so I decided to let my erotic feelings take my mind off being caught.

You stopped as soon as it was safe and began to passionately kiss me (something we neglected before) and I was so thrilled to feel your tongue in my mouth that I stopped using my toy for a brief moment and got intoxicated by your skills at mouth to mouth seduction. You knew just how to use your tongue to taunt and tease and I was delighted to join you for a master duel. Our tongues touching tip to tip and one on one rolling beside each others. Both wanting on top and beside and surrounding. Eagerly sucking on each others like a lollipop and releasing only to take a much needed breath.

You missed the boat that first time by not taking me in your arms and showing me what you really had. Because our skills have made us both begin to yearn for other points of entry and I can't make up my mind which portal I wanted you to address the most--my mouth or my pussy. I finally decided to let you lead the way. This decision is not a problem for a multitasking genius like you. You give it to me first in my mouth. We both know how you feel about that particular destination. Oh baby you love it. If you ever need someone, I can testify on fellatio's behalf. Guilty your honor. It is a most esteemed favorite of yours, of us both.

The magic of our lust becomes thunderous. We hear nothing but our mind's furious rants for satisfaction. Give it to me...please give it to me...let me taste you...now. Let me feel you. again please. Let me take it in my mouth...my pussy wherever you want...just let me have it baby. hurry. By this time we wouldn't have cared if the barn burned down around us.. By this time it's hard for me to settle on what is the wettest most yearning part of my body; my mouth is almost as wet with the want to taste your cum as my pussy is drowning in an overpowering need to feel your spasms inside me.

You solemnly promise that soon...soon you'll give it to me in the other place that's dripping with want...need...almost demanding you acknowledge it's pure craving, the hungering for it's emptiness to be filled. I'm trying to decide where to put you next when I dawns on me...

I believe you. I trust you. I'm not ready for you to cum yet. We agreed that I would get to cum first this time. Even as I ache to cum, I also know you're right there on the very edge...so close; and then suddenly--there, and there and more there on my nipple that white protein had been given squirt.

NO NO WAIT. Don't waste!!!

Ah.. But, not to be daunted; not to feel totally rejected I reached down and pull my cum stained breast up to my mouth. With greedy lust I devour your essence. I'm not really worried. I almost immediately recognized the feeling. I was again experiencing the glimmer of urge; feeling the smoldering ember down deep that determines how very soon we'd both be burning lustfully to go at it again. We both feel the same heat as we pull back onto the highway with thoughts of our next titillating stopover empowering our mighty lust with appetizer flames once again.

I had asked for it this time. It wasn't really your fault. I mean how could you have resisted my unbridled sensuousness? That monster would not be denied. He was all over that orgasm, but so was I. I was only too happy to tidy up after him...SO, whose afraid of monsters? I ain't afraid a no monsters....

Chapter Three: Is is my turn yet?