It’s quite a long way from her parents back to the city—five hours at least. The traffic isn’t bad for most of the way, the normal two-lane interstate traffic between the surprisingly evenly spaced Midwestern cities (about three hours between each one). Lots of farm land. Lots of semis. We had the radio turned up loud as we drove out of the sleepy town where we were staying, and since we’d been staying at her parents (where she didn’t dare fuck for fear of getting caught), we were sex starved.
It started innocently enough. I mentioned that I couldn’t wait to get back and fuck her, that I had a hard-on. She responded by telling me that she was really wet—really fucking wet. She was in the driver’s seat and had a dress on. I reached over to feel just how wet she was. My fingers came back soaked. It wasn’t long before my jeans were unzipped, and she was sliding her hand up and down my erection. My fingers were pulling aside her underwear to get at her lips, which at this point were coated in her juices. At the next stop light, she put the car in park and wiggled out of her underwear, so I could put my fingers in her and toy with her clit.
We soon got to the interstate, and we quickly agreed to not let either of us get off until we got home, so we could fuck properly. We would spend the entire trip touching each other to very edge of orgasm and stop. The build up to consummation would be hours in the making. At the next rest stop, we switched positions; I was now in the driver’s seat. As we drove 70 mph toward home we would take turns with me touching her clit and putting 2 and sometimes 3 fingers inside her, just until she couldn’t take it anymore. Then I’d lick her wetness off my fingers. She’d lean back in her seat with the skirt of her dress pulled up so that her wet pussy glistened in the summer sun. Then she’d lean over and put my cock in her mouth. Her ass faced the passenger window. Anyone we passed on that side—mostly truckers—could see her round ass framed by the window. It’s a wonder we didn’t cause any accidents. In that position, my cock would grow hard in her mouth. She would work up and down the shaft, over and over, bringing me just to the brink of blowing my load in her mouth. We repeated this back and forth between me fingering her and her sucking on me at least 10 times, not coming once.
Finally when we were about half-way home, we decided we just couldn’t take it anymore. We had to fuck and soon. What were we going to do? We talked about getting a cheap hotel, but decided not to waste the money when it would only be for a few hours. Then as I rounded a bend in the highway, I saw an exit that didn’t have the usual bustle of gas stations and fast food. It looked entirely dead. I pulled off the interstate saying that we might be able to find a place there. We were in luck. Just a few hundred meters from the highway was an old abandoned fireworks warehouse with a large parking lot ringed with trees that gave way to the corn fields beyond. I parked the car in the corner of the lot with the lease visibility from the highway. No sooner had I put the car in park than my seat was pushed back and she was straddling me, dress hiked up. My cock went in deep; I could feel every inch of her. She was wetter than I’d ever felt anyone before. I pulled her up and down by her waist; she thrust her cunt down deep, fast yet gentle. I didn’t last very long given that we’d been working each other up for hours. I felt like the orgasm would never stop. My whole body felt like it was pulsing into hers. Her body shuddered with pleasure as my cumming cock throbbed in her. When we both stopped cumming, she got out of the car, bent over, and cleaned all our sex off my penis with her tongue. We spent the rest of the drive home ever so pleasantly satisfied.
I will never be able to pass that interstate exit without thinking of the sex I had in the parking lot and everything that led up to it. I still wonder how many truck drivers got a good view that day.
It was one of those city summer days that are so hot and so humid that all you want to do—all you can do—is lie naked in your fourth floor flat with every fan pointed at you. And you’re still hot. You just feel lazy and perhaps a little bored.
There’s something about that kind of heat on those late summer afternoons that turns every thought to sex, the sweaty, dirty kind.
Well, it was one of those days. She and I were doing all we could to stay cool (Tom Collinses and a bottle of chilled white wine). We were bored. We’d already had sex twice that day, but it didn’t matter. It was the only thing we could do—even though it made us even hotter—that kept our minds off the stifling, dripping atmosphere.
We began to mess around, and out of nowhere she said, “I want you to cum in all my holes today.”
Gasping with unexpected delight, I replied, “Let’s start with your mouth.”
I was on my back. She was splayed out across the bed with her round, smooth ass just within reach. Her long, curly, dirty blonde hair covered me from thighs to waist. We’d been fucking each other long enough that she knew just how to get me off with her mouth. Deep, slow, lots of long tonguing up and down the front of my shaft. As I writhed in pleasure with each entry between her lips glistening with saliva, I grabbed her ass one cheek at a time, feeling its softness and how it molded to my touch. I came quickly for oral sex, turned on as I was at the thought of what was to come. Her mouth still dripping with a bit of my unswallowed cum, we kissed passionately and softly waiting for my hard-on to return to continue the plan.
The heat of the day forgotten, it was not long before I was rock hard again. She got on her back and I plunged in, as hungry for her as I had been in ages. She was sopping wet and I went in easily and quickly. She spread her legs wider than she had before (she was quite flexible), and if my balls could have fit in her they would have been in her. That deep. We started slowly. Enjoying the feeling of sweaty skin touching and the slipperiness of her wet vulva on my cock. I pulled my torso away from her so that I could see myself enter her. I began to touch her clit with the tip of my finger as I slowly worked in and out of her. Her heavy breathing turned to moans. Her orgasm led to mine. We lay breathless and sweaty in each others’ arms, our mixed juices dripping from her.
When I laid down next to her, she quickly started to touch my balls with the tips of her fingers. Another erection came quickly. Lube was within easy reach. To cum again I had to fuck her hard with complete abandon. Her ass was tight. She squirmed under me, moans intermixed with whimpers of pain and pleasure. For having cum four times already that day, it was surprising that this time I came the hardest. She rolled over, and we took each other in our arms dripping with sweat and cum. Sexual release led to another way to forget the heat, a much deserved afternoon nap.