When I ran into Trevor on campus a week ago, I had absolutely no intention of things working out the way they did. However, isn’t that how most chains of weird experiences happen though? At least in this case it did. Trevor and I had been good friends in high school, running in the same circle of friends. We’d hung out quite a bit together back then in our group, which I guess would be labeled ‘straight-edge’ nowadays. None of us drank much or partied with other kids who were into weed or worse, just had fun in more laid back ways. Despite the friendship we’d had, I hadn’t seen him around for a couple of years so we had a lot to catch up on.
After some small chit chat in the University book store we agreed to meet for coffee the next day to have a meaningful long conversation. I couldn’t help but notice how much he had grown up since I had seen him last! He’d grown a couple of inches in height, and totally had filled out a lot from his previously lanky appearance. I could tell he’d been working out to develop the muscular swimmer’s build he now had.
Topping off his great body was a pair of piercing blue eyes, messy blond hair, and a great smile. I’d always thought he was an attractive guy, don’t get me wrong, but running into him after so long sort of made me look at him in a slightly new light. Instead of the goofy, smart-ass, class clown type that everybody got along with in high school was now a more mature-looking, considerably sexy guy.
It’s a great thing to be able to appreciate a good looking guy but still be able to just be good friends, and Trevor was always that. Looking only to rediscover our easy-going platonic friendship, it was going to be great to reconnect. I really was curious to see what he’d been up to!
For myself, I’d totally changed since high school in quite a few ways. Although I have always been what guys call “top heavy” (I’m like 5 ft. 3, pretty petite despite having an unfortunate/fortunate 34D cup size depending on how you look at it), I never had used it to my advantage like some girls typically did. Instead of the long boring chestnut hair I had back then, I now had a closely cropped chunky cut head of black hair with streaks of blue. I have my navel and nose pierced too, and I usually wear blue contact lenses to accent my hair. I wasn’t too outgoing in high school, whereas now I’m quite the opposite. I wasn’t that big of a flirt then either, and I was with only two guys in long term relationships during that time.
Since then I’ve seriously opened up to A LOT.–sexually and otherwise I date all the time, do a fair share of “hooking up” with some great-looking hotties on campus, and generally am not hung up on feeling like I have to limit myself. I wouldn’t ever use the word “slutty” to describe my behavior; I use good judgment and never ever do anything that I don’t feel is safe or what I don’t feel compelled to do. I guess I’m just your average 21-year-old college female exploring all the fun stuff that there is to experience before the real world limits me. Call me a free spirited, yet non-typical, sexually liberated girl–that’s what I think I am! But enough about me for right now…
So when Trevor and I met at the coffee shop the next day, it seriously was like old times. We caught up on what we knew about people from high school, swapped rumors we had heard about them and the like. He was still incredibly goofy and funny, and I could tell we still had that fun guy and girl platonic relationship going that would continue as long as we knew each other. It was like nothing had changed much at all. But then we got onto the subject of relationships–he had broken up with a long term girlfriend not too long ago and was sort of dating a new girl. He seemed to be a bit disgruntled with the concept of serious relationships because of the recent breakup, which I couldn’t blame him for.
Then it was my turn. I completely blew his mind with some general stories of partying a lot with my girlfriends, going out to clubs, hooking up with guys, and not really worrying about getting into a girlfriend/boyfriend thing.
“Wow! You’re the crazy one! Shit, you got to college and freaked out! You’re the epitome of the ‘girl gone wild'” Trevor joked.
“Hey! That’s no fair! I’m just having fun, and if I flash my tits at a camera I’m definitely gonna’ get paid for it. I’m smarter than those dumb ass chicks you’re referring to.” I retorted.
He just laughed, as did I. He really pressed me on stuff I had done, wanting all the details on the crazy things I may or may not have tried.
“So what’s like one of the crazier situations you have gotten yourself into? I am sure you have some pretty good stories to share,” he asked quizzically.
“Whoa, whoa young man! You think I’m going to spill my guts to you after not seeing you for a couple years? No way… a girl has to have some secrets. Plus I’d probably freak you out,” I added.
“You think so huh? Interesting.” he replied.
I could tell that the little wheels of imagination were spinning in his head at this point. That and I noticed he glanced down at my tits. Not that I really minded much, when you’re chesty like me, it’s something that happens every two seconds around guys so you just get used to it. I wondered what he was thinking–most likely if I liked to have a guy fuck my tits, I thought. Practically every guy I’d been with since my sexual awakenings at college had done exactly that or at least tried to at some point. I imagined he was probably picturing something like me on my knees tittyfucking some hot guy in a club bathroom stall while a friend played look-out.
Oh, if he only knew that was something I actually did two months earlier! I figured I would maybe share that story with him sometime, but this was the first time we talked in what seemed like forever. I didn’t want to make him think I was a completely trashy weird-o! The story spinning would come later, I was sure, especially since it seemed like we were going to be great friends.
So we got to talking about the 2 week trimester break coming up and what plans we had. We both were heading back home for our subsequent “family time”, and both agreed on the fact that we weren’t looking forward to it. I had my vacation plans to go to Ft. Lauderdale fall through because of money woes. Trevor was in the same situation, no extra money for a fun vacation. But again, he started to steer the conversation into what crazy stuff I would have done had I been able to go.
“You probably entered one of those wet t-shirt contests I bet,” Trevor teased with a wink.
“Oh God no!” I snapped back. “You’re way off on that one!”
It actually was my best friend Georgia who entered one in Cancun last year when we were there. I don’t think they’re much fun to tell you the truth, plus it’s honestly demeaning towards women in my opinion. It’s a self-esteem thing. I don’t need a crowd of screaming guys whooping it up for me to appreciate my sexual power. It’s not my type of thing, so I didn’t enter.
I shifted the conversation back to the upcoming break.
“So do you have a car here?” I asked him. “Because we should seriously make the trip home together, you know? It’ll be fun, my parents won’t have to come down and pick me up, plus then we can split the gas money.”
“You know, that’s a great idea. I really, really hate making that long-ass trip home by myself. It would be stupid for the two of us to drive separately when you think about it,” Trevor agreed.
We quickly decided on a travel plan–he would pick me up Friday around 1 p.m. after he got done working at the front desk of his dormitory and we would make the 10 hour trip home together. After our great conversation at the coffee shop, I knew it would be a good trip. I also knew in the back of my head that he would no doubt be grilling me with questions about my wild times since we’d last seen one another.
At around 1:30 p.m. on Friday, I met Trevor out front of my apartment all packed and ready for the long trip ahead. It was pretty warm already, and I’d dressed appropriately. I threw on a plain white halter and my most comfortable jean shorts. I hoped that I wasn’t dressed too teasingly, as my tits were sort of on display in the halter. But then again, it really doesn’t matter what sort of top I wear–when your boobs are big, there’s just not much you can do about it. Trevor showed up in comfortable clothes as well, wearing sweats and what we all around here call a “wife-beater”, or a tight,white tank top shirt. We got everything packed up in his Dad’s Cadillac in no time and were on our way home.
The first couple hours on the interstate were spent chatting about school, what we liked and disliked about it, what classes we’d taken, and our majors. I am a psychology major and I found out that he was thinking about switching to psychology from a communications major. We both agreed we were pretty intelligent people and complemented each other on it.
After awhile we stopped at a rest stop to use the bathroom and get some extremely overpriced snacks. Trevor asked if I minded driving for awhile, so I became pilot for the next segment of the trip. We both got comfortable and started conversing again. It wasn’t long before Trevor started in with the curious line of questioning he had started at the coffeehouse.
“So you make it sound like you’ve changed quite a bit since high school, Elise. I never would have guessed you’d turn into a party girl! Especially the type of girl who doesn’t feel all that weird about doing the ‘hook up’ thing out on the bar scene,” Trevor stated.
“Well, I guess I finally got over a lot of my hang-ups in life. Like I said before, I’m just having fun while I can, you know? So when the opportunity to do something fun arises and I feel like going for it, I do just that.”
“Right on,” Trevor replied, “That’s really cool, honestly. More people need to have that sort of attitude; the world would be a lot more fun and quite a bit less closeted. You know what I’m saying?”
“Exactly! I just figure that unless I take advantage of the present I might not get a chance to do a bunch of fun things. I don’t want to regret missed opportunities when I get older,” I explained.
“So what sort of ‘fun things’ and ‘opportunities’ have you taken advantage of then, hmmm?” Trevor asked me, smirking slyly.
I knew what he was getting at, but asked, “Are we talking sexually or what then?”
“Whichever… it’s up to you if you want to take it that route,” he answered with another mildly masked smart-ass smile.
I laughed, “Of course that’s the route you want me to take! Such the typical guy! Ok, ok, ok…what do you want to know exactly then? I guess I’ll share.” I was as equally curious about his experiences, but thought it’d be fun to give him the opportunity to inquire first.
“Well, I want to know what one of the wildest sexual situations you’ve gotten into is.” he inquired, adding, “I mean it can’t be THAT outrageous! And spare no detail, because you’re right, I AM a typical guy sometimes!”
“Trevor, Trevor, Trevor… you really have no idea! But ok, you have to ask specific questions otherwise this will be completely one sided. I’m not just going to blab on and on about how freaky I can be without making you work for it a little,” I replied with a smile.
Trevor chuckled, “Ok, you’re right, let’s see…all right, have you ever had sex or oral sex out in a public place before?”
“Of course! A few times actually… the most recent was at the Rotation Station,” I disclosed, wondering how he would react.
“Are you kidding me!?” Trevor asked incredulously, “You fucked somebody in that club?!! Wow! Now that’s somethin else, our baby Elise has grown up to be a little wild exhibitionist!”
I laughed hysterically at this, but added, “Well, I didn’t ‘fuck’ him. Not in the conventional way anyhow.”
Trevor’s jaw dropped and quickly turned to face me while I drove, “My God, I’m shocked here, girl! But what the hell do ya mean by not fucking him in a ‘conventional’ way? I know you’re not talking about anal sex! Or…”
“OHHHHH HELL NO!,” I responded quickly, cutting him off. I laughingly added, “No, NOT anal sex. UGH! YUCK!”
Then I just simply said, nervous yet curious about his impending response, “I, you know…., put his cock between my tits, squeezed ’em together and let him fuck me that way.”
There was a moment of silence. I laughed again, asking half-jokingly, “Um, Trevor?? You O.K.??”
He took a second to break out of his transfixed stare at no thing or place in particular, saying, “Goddamn, Elise, that’s really hot. Not to mention freaking nutty!” He swallowed hard, then shook his head. “Wow, so uhhh, you obviously gave him head too, right?”
“Well yeah, I mean, you can’t very well tit-fuck a guy without sucking his dick too. That’s just part of the deal–especially as it’s poking up directly at your mouth anyway,” I said matter-of-factly, shrugging off my explanation as common knowledge.
Shaken up by my straightforwardness a bit, Trevor nodded and said, “Yeah, you’re right I suppose. Although I’ve only seen titfucking done in porno movies!”
“Only in porno, eh? Yeah, it’s sort of funny how real life sometimes works out like a porn scene. That’s pretty much how this situation worked out,” I added. I wanted to inquire further why he hadn’t ever done that to a girl before, but Trevor jumped in.
“That’s a good point, which leads me to ask this: how did this all go down then?” stopping to crack up for a second, “Excuse the pun!”
I laughed hard at that one but went into describing exactly what happened. I explained how I had been out to a couple clubs near the campus with two friends Georgia and Aindrea, finally hitting the Rotation Station. There was a group of guys that seemed to be following us around from club to club, and ended up dancing right by us out on the dance floor.
I told Trevor about all the grinding, kissing, fondling, grasping, and stroking I ended up doing with one of them, right there on the floor. I explained how Georgia and I headed to the bathroom and how the guy followed us in, refusing to leave until I talked to him in a bathroom stall. Well talking lead to kissing–kissing lead to much more, I told him. I described everything, from how he sucked on my nipples to how the guy’s thick seven inch cock felt in my hand.
“Until all of a sudden, I find myself peeking out of the stall with my goodies hanging out asking Georgia to keep a watch for us while we messed around,” I said, pantomiming how I did it.
I then continued with the story, “Then I plopped down on the toilet seat cover, took him in my mouth, and the rest is history!”
Trevor seemed dumbfounded but intensely and genuinely interested still, asking, “Wait, Georgia was there? She was watching you guys while you were in the stall? Wow…”
“Well she wasn’t supposed to be watching US,” I clarified, “But at one point after he fucked my tits for a few minutes, I was sucking him, right before he was about to cum actually, I saw her peeking through the crack of the stall door.”
Trevor’s bright blue eyes were huge and intense as he asked me his next question.
“So where did he cum then, with your friend Georgia watching everything?”
I took a sharp breath and asked him first in a teasing manner, “Are you sure you can handle this?”
Trevor laughed out loud and assured me, “I’m a big boy. I think I can handle it. Come on, you’re keeping me in suspense here, Elise! Tell me!”
Before I had a chance to answer, I noticed something. Trevor’s cock. Scratch that, Trevor’s really big, hard cock! It was making an easily noticed appearance underneath the sweat pants he was wearing–tenting up and to the left slightly. Granted, he was trying to hide it with his seating position and his left forearm but it was very apparent what was going on under there. Obviously I knew he had been probably getting a little turned on by all my storytelling, but I failed to recognize exactly how much! I looked away quickly so not to embarrass him and answered his question, with added effect:
“All over my freaking face and tits. Seriously, I had my eyes open the entire time and I’ve never ever had so much cum flying at me before or since. I had big strings of it hanging from my cheeks, chin, and lips. Not to mention a few that splattered my chest and tits. It was sorta thick and super-hot too. Georgia said I looked like a porn star,” I turned and looked at him as I finished my sentence to see his reaction.
“Jesus Christ! That’s fucking crazy Elise! You honestly let a guy you just met fuck your tits and cum all over you in a public restroom. Incredible!” As Trevor finished this sentence, I noticed he tried repositioning himself so that is obvious hard-on wasn’t so noticeable.
I decided to torture him a little more by adding, “I didn’t ‘let’ him cum on me, I was the one doing the aiming Trevor. If you let the guy do it on his own in that sort of situation, you’re liable to lose an eyeball! And remember too that Georgia saw all of this.”
He responded with a good laugh, “Oh right, she WAS still watching, wasn’t she? Damn, damn, damn! I can’t believe it, quite honestly! I probably wouldn’t even believe it if I had been watching myself.”
“You wish you had been there to watch!” I teased. “Georgia did tell me later though that it was incredibly cool yet surreal seeing me with that guy.”
“I bet!” Trevor retorted, “I have to admit that your little story is most likely the hottest story I have ever heard from a girl. Congratulations, you get grand prize!” He then squirmed around in his seat some more, and I tried not to stare at what he was trying to conceal.
I laughed, more so at the fact that he was having even more trouble keeping his big hard on in check than his jokes. Knowing he had a hard on because of my disclosure was beginning to get to me and I could tell my nipples were getting hard. They always get sort of itchy when they get that way, and I definitely got that ‘urge-to-rub-them’ feeling just then. Just talking about sexual matters with purely platonic friends can still get you a bit heated, so I didn’t overanalyze my reaction. It was just as naturally human as Trevor’s erection. These things happen to everyone and there’s not much you can really do about it.
“So ya liked the story I take it, huh?” I asked.
“Hell yeah Elise. You’re right; I had no idea about exactly how much you’ve changed!” As he finished his sentence, he pretty much readjusted his straining cock with his hand. It was too much to keep from saying something about it.
“Um, are you having some trouble over there chief?” I asked as humorously and innocently as possible.
Trevor instantly turned beet red, nervously he replied, “Ohhhh, uh, yeah, I guess so. Sorry, but shit, that was a seriously erotic run down you just gave! Plus I’m having some boxer-short issues here and that isn’t helping much.”
I giggled. “It’s me who should apologize, I shouldn’t have said anything. Those sweat pants definitely don’t do much to hide your ‘predicament’ either. I just couldn’t help but notice,” I added.
Trevor looked genuinely perplexed, turned on, and uncomfortable at the same time after I said this. This was an awkward, yet erotically charged scenario right in the car. This was really turning me on.
After a minute or two of silence, Trevor suddenly piped up, “Goddammit, I hate these boxers! I always slip out the fly-hole in these because they’re too tight. It’s very uncomfortable with how, um, things are right now. And talking about it constantly REALLY isn’t helping things.”
I honestly began to feel bad for him at this point. “Well, what do ya need to do, uhh, adjust things? There’s not another rest stop for at least 20 miles or so. At least that’s what the last sign read.”
“SHIT, we can’t very well stop on the side of the interstate here. With my luck, somebody would drive by and think I was flashing, and then call the cops or something!” Trevor laughed saying this. At least this was still sort of funny to him, despite the obvious embarrassment.
At this point I should explain something about myself. I have completely gotten curious about the penis since I left home for school. Fascinated maybe is a better term. I’m constantly finding myself wondering about what certain guys’ cocks look like, flaccid, tumescent, or fully hard. Only a couple of my close female friends understand where I’m coming from on this, and all of our guy friends think I’m a bit weird. But as weird as they think it is, a grand majority of them have shown me what they got at one point or another at my request.
It’s not so much a sexual thing, more so a playful curiosity. I just really like seeing what a guy has, and will ask to check it out if the situation is right. I’m no atypical ‘size queen’, but it’s a nice bonus if the guy’s got a huge fat one to display. From what I could tell, Trevor definitely had one of those, and I was getting more curious by the second to see the big hard erection he had under there. Plus between telling my story and the vibe of the situation between us I began thinking I was going to have to check it out.
I contemplated my next move, and said, “Listen Trevor, we’re both adults here and both understand that you got to do what you got to do. It’s just one of those natural things; you really can’t help it at this point.”
Trevor nodded, still covering up as best he could.
I continued, trying to sound as pragmatic as possible, “So, just go ahead and get things rearranged or whatever, ok? I’ll keep my eyes on the road and you just tell me when everything is cool. Sound like a plan?”
Trevor nodded in agreement again, “Yeah, ok. This just is so freaking embarrassing, Elise! I’m really glad you’re being cool about the whole thing, because I suppose it could be a lot worse.”
“All right,” I gripped the wheel and stared straight ahead like I promised, “you go ahead and let me know when we’re in the clear.”
He laughed nervously and reluctantly muttered, “Ok, here goes…”
As I listened closely to the sounds of rustling around next to me, I got butterflies in my stomach. I was so fucking curious and turned on knowing what was going on not but two feet away from me–Trevor’s hard dick out in the open; with him trying to stuff it back in to his underwear. It was all I could do to keep my eyes focused forward.
That was, until I heard a wet-sounding, flesh-hitting-flesh noise. I looked over quickly in an automatic reflex to see what happened without thinking. Trevor had his shirt pulled up past his stomach and this beautiful-looking cock was smack-dab up against it! I think my jaw dropped about three inches when I saw it: about 8 and a half inches long with a fairly thick shaft and an angry-looking purple-ish colored knob on the end.
I could see that he was leaking a fair amount of pre-cum, so he must have been hard for awhile before I noticed, I thought. The thing was amazing-looking to me, especially as it was VERY hard, pulsing with his heartbeat. It had been quite a while since I had seen something so fucking big AND attractive at the same time. I was mesmerized.
Trevor was bending his cock down back into his boxers somewhat unsuccessfully when he glanced over at me.
“HEY!” He shouted, scaring me a bit. I was busted! My eyes shot straight back to the road, my face flushed, my neck and chest feeling extremely hot all of a sudden.
“You said you were going to keep your eyes on the road, ya big peeker!” He snapped at me, laughing as he did so.
I scrambled to say something in my defense, “Well… uhhh… I, um… heard a noise and just looked to see what happened… and… uhhh… I’m sorry Trevor…”
The rustling continued for a few more seconds, then Trevor cleared his throat and said, “Ok, whew! That’s so much better! All right, everything is taken care of!”
I silently felt disappointed that the ‘readjustment’ was over so quickly, but the two second glance at his huge, beautiful cock was imprinted in my brain to stay.
Looking back at him, I hoped that he couldn’t tell how turned on I was. My nipples were definitely poking out now and I felt extremely hot, my ears burning, as was my face.
“So everything is cool now?” I asked somewhat unsteadily.
“Well, I’m not as uncomfortable anymore if that’s what you mean. I still, well, um, am not completely in the clear I guess you could say.” He laughed as he bent his left leg up to try to conceal the hard on he must have still had.
I glanced downward quickly, ‘Yup,’ I thought, ‘he still is definitely hard!’ Although it was now more restrained then before underneath his boxers, it was still straining to get out from under them.
“I did that all with one story, huh?” I teased.
“That’s no fair! But yeah, you did. That was something else, hearing about you of all people, doing something so brazen.”
I couldn’t help myself any longer. I just had to see it again. I was completely overwhelmed by the situation; my intense curiosity had finally broken through.
“Hey Trevor…?” I paused for a second, “Can I see it?”
He looked at me quickly, “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, dead serious. I just want to take a look at what I created, is that so bad?” I nervously asked.
“Umm…shit, sure, I guess so. You’re definitely a curious cat there Elise. This is sort of weird, but all right…why not?”
Everything seemed to go into slow motion as he peeled down the elastic band of his sweatpants over that straining pole of flesh underneath. I watched intently as more and more of his cock was uncovered –almost forgetting that I was driving.
There it was again, his big fucking cock–looking even bigger and harder now than it was previously when I caught that brief glimpse of it.
I couldn’t help but blurt out, “Holy shit Trevor! You really have a huge cock! Damn!”
He laughed and smiled proudly, “You think so? I guess I know I’m bigger than average, but thanks for the complement!” He added, “So you like it, huh?”
“Hell yeah I do!” I inadvertently admitted, “I mean, yeah, you really to have a nice one there. Wow…”
I went back to staring at it, completely missing any eye contact he might have been trying to make with me. It continued to throb, the light blue veins on the pinkish-flesh-colored thick shaft bulging out. He took hold of it with his right hand and squeezed slightly, holding it straight up. Doing this made it swell even bigger, also making a big dollop of pre-cum bubble up and collect at the tip.
I was practically breathless, my mouth was dry and I muttered, “Jesus, Trevor… you’re really really hard, aren’t you?”
Without much hesitation he answered, “You’re God damn right I am! I mean, it was like I could picture everything you were telling me. And no offense, but with those perfect-looking tits of yours, and the fact you let that guy slide his cock between them until he came all over you completely turned me on! Can you blame me?” He continued to hold his dick at the base while he confessed all this to me.
“Absolutely not! Although I wasn’t trying to turn you on purposely, just was telling the truth of what happened, that’s all. I suppose any guy’s natural physical reaction would be the same.” I checked the road for a second, and then asked, “You really think I have perfect-looking tits, Trevor?”
“Of course you do! I mean, I’ve seriously never seen a girl your size who was so, well, ‘stacked’ for lack of a better term. They’re just so perky, which is rare with boobs so big. Yeah, they’re perfect in my opinion.”
I couldn’t believe that here I was, getting complemented on my endowed chest by a guy sitting right next to me with his hard-on in his hand. Not just any guy, but an old friend I never thought about in a sexual way whatsoever in all the years I’d known him. It was definitely surreal, but still freaking hot!
“Well, would you like to see them?” I asked, shocking myself that I actually said the words. I quickly tried to justify the question by adding, “I guess it’s only fair since I am getting to see yours after all.”
Trevor laughed, “Hey, I never try to argue with sound logic! Sure, I would love to see them!”
I laughed at that comment, and then said, “Ok… then hold the wheel for a second for me, all right?” Trevor scooted across the seat, his huge erection still out, pointing straight at me and took the wheel.
“Thank God for cruise control,” I muttered quickly as I reached under my halter top and bra with both hands to pull it up over my tits. “Ok, are you ready?” I asked.
Trevor just nodded excitedly in response, keeping one eye on the road and the other on me. I quickly pulled my clothing up, and both of my girls popped right out. That’s one thing about my breasts, whenever I peel off whatever is covering them, they seem to just jump out–guys love it!
And so did Trevor, “Fuckin’ A Elise! I was right! They really are perfect… and wow… bigger than I thought actually!”
I took back the wheel, but Trevor stayed put next to me. I blushed a bit, even though I had gotten similar reactions from practically every guy I had shown them to. Somehow this was a bit different, showing myself to a friend like I was.
Coyly I asked, “So I take it you like them, eh?”
Trevor quickly responded with, “Oh yeah, like you can’t tell I do!”
We both laughed to sort of dispel the sexual tension of what was happening; but it was still fairly obvious that both of us were getting really turned on by our ‘show-me-yours-and-I’ll-show-you-mine’ game we were now playing.
Then Trevor asked, “This may sound sorta cliché, but… I’ve never touched boobs this big that weren’t fake before. If you don’t want me to, I’ll COMPLETELY understand, but… can I??”
I really didn’t care, but responded with a smart-assed, “I don’t know… CAN you?”
Trevor rolled his eyes, laughed softly, and cupped the underside of my right breast with his right hand. He lifted it up while softly squeezing it, getting a good feel while weighing it–my breast overfilling his hand. I drew in a quick breath at his touch–which was gentle but very firm.
“My God Elise, these almost feel fake they’re so compact.” with this said, he reached over to the other one as if to compare them.
My nipples felt achy with how hard they were from his fondling of my tits. As innocent as this little ‘game’ seemed to be, simply admiring one another’s physical assets, I was getting super hot. Yet we both were acting playful and somewhat practical about it all.
Just then, I was startled back into reality by a really loud honk coming from the lane to our left. A car load of what looked to be college-aged girls had pulled up beside our car and were all staring at us as we drove side by side. They were all laughing and pointing, completely wigging out at the fact I was driving with my breasts totally exposed and this guy next to me squeezing them while in plain view. They obviously weren’t appalled at what they were witnessing as they tried their best to keep up with us.
I went to pull my shirt and bra back down to cover myself, but Trevor, cracking up, said, “Hey, let’s give ’em a show!”
I just shrugged my agreement and let Trevor squeeze my tits together, playfully slapping them against one another for the girls’ viewing pleasure. I was laughing my ass off at their reactions– they were clapping and giving us the ‘thumbs up’, all the while wide-eyed in disbelief. They totally went wild when Trevor suddenly lifted up my right breast and started sucking on my nipple, honking the horn like crazy.
Then I got an idea, “Hey, show them your cock! They’ll totally go nuts seeing it I’m sure!”
So Trevor stood up as best he could inside the car, still laughing and did just that. Pretty much everyone in the other car’s jaw dropped! Sure enough, they all flipped! One hysterically giggling girl in the front seat held her hands about a foot apart as to show us that she thought Trevor’s cock was huge–nodding her approval. I smiled a big grin and nodded right along with her. Trevor then grabbed his still-hard cock and started shaking it around, doing a little goofy dance right next to me.
“Well aren’t you the showman!” I said, really having fun with giving these girls something to remember for awhile.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet!” And with that, he squeezed in as close as possible to me without forcing us off the road.
I freaked out, “What the hell are you doing??!! You’re gonna crash us!”
“You’ll see, just keep driving. They’re going to love this!,” Trevor responded.
As I concentrated on trying to keep us on the road, I felt the hot, sticky head of his cock poking my right breast. Before I could say anything, Trevor started jerking himself off while slapping the exposed portion of my tit! I was shocked myself, because, number one– we were exposing ourselves to complete strangers, number two– he was getting so into the exhibition, but number three: that he was rubbing his cock on me as part of it!
He backed off of doing that after a few seconds to see their reaction–they didn’t disappoint. They all were still having a blast watching us make complete embarrassments of ourselves.
“Elise! Look!” Trevor suddenly shouted, pointing at the neighboring car.
I glanced over at the car to see what they were doing and saw that three of the girls were flashing their tits at us! We both lost it, laughing at their lame attempt at one-upmanship.
Trevor was definitely enjoying it though, and said, “These girls are hilarious aren’t they?”
“Yeah, this is too damn funny! I can’t believe we’re doing this actually!” I responded.
I looked back over at them for a second and saw one girl making a jerking-off motion with her hand and pointing at us. Not understanding exactly what she meant as Trevor was still jerking himself at them from time to time, I pointed at myself as if to say, “You want me to do that?” The girl quickly responded with a vigorous nod in agreement, and I just reached out and did it–grabbed right onto his practically 9-inch, rock-hard cock and started jerking it quickly. That definitely got a reaction from this group of little sluts!
They were clapping and yelling while the girl driving laid on the horn. Trevor just let me do it, not laughing as much as before, but hamming up our ‘performance’ for effect. I took his lead and started sticking my tongue out at his cock while I kept jerking him with my right hand. Another girl made the universal blow job signal, you know, the fist holding the invisible dick pumping in and out of the open mouth gesture. Well, she was doing this like crazy at us.
Trevor looked down from his uncomfortably hunched-over to the side position next to me, and asked, “Well, should we?”
“Shit, I guess we’ve gone this far with this whole thing!” I responded, totally thinking within the moment. “Can we even do this?” I asked quickly.
We were still technically on the interstate, going about 60 miles per hour–as fun as this little show was for everybody, I didn’t want to die doing it! Luckily Trevor’s Dad’s car was a big ‘ol 2002 Cadillac, because otherwise it would have been suicide even attempting this sort of thing. But Trevor answered my question by somehow craning his upper body around so that his cock was pretty much only a few inches from my face.
“Oh my God Trevor, we’re going to die! Ok, you let me know if we start going off the road! Here goes…” I said as I steadied the steering wheel with my knees.
With that done, I just went for it. Holding his cock with my right hand, I steered the head of his cock so that I could lick it with my tongue. Trevor moaned loudly the instant my tongue made contact with the underside of the head. I tasted his pre-cum, which was syrupy but sort of bittersweet. I couldn’t believe what I was doing! But God, it was so hot to actually be licking Trevor’s beautiful dick, and it was even more of a high doing for the enjoyment of a group of enthusiastic onlookers!
I could only lick him for a few seconds before I checked the road to make sure we weren’t going off into the ditch or into their car.
Trevor shouted, “Keep on doing it, they’re booing you!” Then he was able to position himself so that his cock was even closer to my mouth.
I don’t know why I did it–maybe it was the girls next to us pushing me to go further, maybe it was the challenge, maybe it was just the build up of everything that had transpired up to this point, or maybe it was that this cock pointed at me was one of the nicest (and one of the biggest) I had ever seen up close–whatever it was, I leaned in, opened wide, and sucked about half of his length into my mouth. I didn’t just slide it in, I more or less rammed my mouth over it as quickly as I possibly could. All the while I was doing this, I was sucking him, HARD, working my tongue around the underside. It felt so huge in my mouth, which made me want to make even more of an effort to really suck him like nobody else had before. Of course I had my audience to consider also, right?
After about a half dozen or so of rapid sucks on him, Trevor pulled his cock out of my suctioned mouth with a loud POP, and said, “Oh wow! They have a camera! They’re taking pictures of this Elise! Do you want to stop?”
Without thinking whatsoever I answered by going back to sucking him–camera or no camera, it didn’t matter to me at that point. It was like I had absolutely no care in the world other than for what I wanted to do–which was to blow Trevor some more. And that’s what I did. I just licked and sucked his big fucking cock like some sort of crazed porno-chick in front of a bunch of girls I’d probably never meet again, and I was having a great time doing so!
After a few seconds, Trevor again popped out of my mouth, scrambling to his seat, “Oh shit! Hey! We got a car coming up behind us, Elise…”
I quickly pulled my shirt and bra down over my chest while Trevor yanked up his sweats in a frantic rush. Our disappointed audience zipped up ahead of us to let a family in a mini Van come up behind and then along side us. As I looked up at the typical-looking housewife in the passenger seat, she looked down at us and smiled.
I wondered to myself just then if maybe they saw anything, but Trevor dispelled my fears, “Oh, don’t worry. There’s absolutely no way they could’ve seen anything at all, we stopped before they got close enough to make out what was going on in here. That could’ve been really close though! Can you even imagine?”
“Oh God! Absolutely not! I don’t even want to begin to try imagining actually,” I responded, still reeling from almost being caught sucking cock by an entire family.
“Well, it looks like our show is over–those crazy-ass chicks are getting off at this exit up ahead. They’re probably gonna be talking about us for awhile,” he said proudly.
I laughed, “Hell yeah they will!” Then I asked, “Did they really take pictures of me sucking you?”
“Yeah, one of the girls in back had a digital camera it looked like. That was so hot Elise; I can’t believe I did that!” He said shaking his head in disbelief as we both started to accept the reality of what we had just done.
“You!!?? I can’t believe that what I did either! I mean, I was the one with a big dick in her mouth, remember?” I replied.
“Yeah, true, you got me there. But God-dammit Elise, that felt soooooo good when you were doing that.”
“You mean when I was sucking you off?” I clarified, almost daring him to push things further than they already had been.
“Yeah, when you were sucking on this…” he said, looking right at me and pulling out his still mostly hard dick. He started to stroke it lightly and just stared right at my face, then my tits, back to my face again as he did so.
“Trevor…?” I started to ask.
“Yes?” He answered.
“There’s another rest stop up ahead, and I think we need to go there. You know what I’m saying?”
Trevor, still jerking himself openly in front of me calmly agreed, “Yes. I know exactly what you’re saying, you got me so fucking worked up I’m about ready to cum just from looking at you right now!”
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I chuckled, adding, “Well don’t do that, I have some plans for where I want it. And it isn’t all over the seats…just to give you a little clue.” I looked over at him with the sexiest look I could muster and winked slowly.
All Trevor could do was groan in response.
To Be Continued…