Whenever I’m about to go on a trip, I have three thoughts:
One – what am I going to wear, because comfort is important.
Two – What am I going to eat, because I love to eat.
And three – what am I going listen to in the car because music fuels my soul.
One – from the bottom up; slip on hot pink and white pumas, black cotton miniskirt, and a white V-neck t-shirt with a small pink puma logo on the right side. I also like to match my outfits.
Two- I picked up snacks, some sweet, some salty and a few healthy options. I topped up my cooler bag with more drinks and some ice. I never travel without one, you never know when a party might break out, best to be prepared.
Three- Spotify, Sirius XM all at the ready.
I picked him up early afternoon and off we set. “Him” is a close friend, Dwayne. We tried dating once but our timing never worked out on that front, and we never tried to restart it, just hung out instead. There was no plan, no route, we just picked a direction and started driving. It was one of the qualities I liked most about him, easy going and up for anything no questions asked. Within the hour the setting sun was on our faces with a warm breeze caressing our skin driving somewhere in the general southwest direction until we hit a provincial park on the beach.
We were watching the best free movie from the sunroof, nature. While enjoying a few drinks and the snacks the water and waves came in, mingled and played on the shore with the sand and then receded just as quickly. I was listening to him talk about his most recent trip, the details were escaping me though. I was listening I swear, but then a breeze off the water passed through the open windows and his shirt momentarily hugged his chiseled chest.
He was talking about someplace he’d eaten at or at least I think he was; but by now the music had my mind wandering and my followed; travelling down from his chest to his abs. My interest was waning and seemingly the music playing in my head was getting louder.
Researchers say music affects your moods and emotions by releasing dopamine’s. The right songs could amplify your desires and heighten your sexual experience; I would have made an excellent test subject.
Queue Spotify playlist titled Fucking Fun; a clever little play on words, I thought.
“Fuck Me” would have been a more accurate title, but maybe a little to blunt?
Google – shuffle play.
Track 1. Silk – Lose Control
Track 2. Kelly Rowlands – Motivation
Track 3. 112 – Anywhere
Track 4. Tank – When We
Track 5. Chris Brown – Back to Sleep
I sat back down in the backseat, sliding my body down his, sunroofs aren’t that big as the lyrics, “whatever it is you desire, I want to give myyy babyy,” were giving me ideas.
The remaining 20 songs or so will only be inaudible background noise soon enough if I have my way.
Dwayne was still standing up through the sunroof, I could see his member was too through his jeans. The warm leather seat was stuck to my rounded brown cheeks now that my skirt had shifted up a bit.
“Are you enjoying the view?” I asked him, he smiled down at me and said, “I am, are you?”
I smiled coyly and nodded, “Do you want a closer look?” he said.
That was as good an invitation as any I thought, raising up to my knees.
I unzipped his pants to reveal a navy blue and black pair of boxer briefs. He looked down at me through the sunroof and watched his clothes falling to his ankles and felt my soft hands following them down and he sprang out. Still looking down with an expression of surprise before the look of relief and pure pleasure took over.
That was the moment when my tongue was separating his balls. In the next, they were dancing in my mouth. I reached around him and lightly dug my fingers into his firm ass to steady myself on the edge of the seat while I took all of him into my mouth. A good size should test the gag reflex, and he didn’t disappoint. He gripped the rim of the window to steady himself and his face looked up to the sky and his whole body was bathed in warmth including his balls jiggling in my mouth.
I was also warmed from the inside out; I could feel my slit starting to seep dampening my panties though I had goosebumps from his fat tip hitting the back of my throat.
I’m no porn star, but when you enjoy someone, you want to take your time.
Slowly I released his shaft from the wet embrace of my mouth but I kept the tip.
It was so smooth and I let my tongue explore the rim that defined the tip from shaft, all the way around. Clockwise. Counter clockwise, up and down flicking and licking.
I let my teeth lightly graze him and I felt him flinch just a bit. I went to work, pushing down on him and pulling back, through my vigorous bobbing I could feel his build up. I could sense his tensing and began to feel him pushing forward harder, fucking my mouth. He was getting louder and banging on the rooftop with his fists in that ecstacy and pain kind of way. That was my cue to gently stroke and squeeze his balls in my hand, coaxing him further. He released all of his creamy load in my mouth, he tasted earthy and normally I wouldn’t swallow so much but I didn’t want to have to clean up my leather.
I could see his sweaty palm print gripping the roof rack through the panoramic roof. He continues to sway while coming down from his orgasm and his cock softened in my mouth until it slipped out. Seemed like he wanted to stay in there forever.
“That was fucking amazing, I want to taste you back,” he said lowering himself into the car not bothering to zip up. The setting sun was glistening off his sweaty brow and setting my face in a soft glow. We traded positions, he lowered himself down into the car, squeezing my breasts on his way. With no space between us I could feel his hard chest and beating heart.
Being taller than me he was able to sit upright and his mouth nicely aligned with my growing heat. The only thing that could cool me down was the breeze passing through my legs and caressing my naked pussy. He’d slowly pulled down my white panties, tracing the curves of my ass and hips. They fell to my ankles and he was exploring me with his fingers before my panties even reached my feet. It wasn’t long until his hand was slickened with my silky wetness.
A thick index finger started stroking my outer lips moving toward my clit with a come here type of motion, curling to tickle my G spot, then a thumb joined in, pinching at my clit. Now I was the one stabling myself using the sunroof rim. Then an equally thick middle finger joined the other and went straight up and was pumping so quickly, hearing my reaction, my soft moans growing louder urged him on and his tempo increased.
I held on as long as I could, but when he reached up and squeezed my hard nipple buds that sent me over the edge and I came, sending a gush down my thighs while I was biting down on me lip to quiet my shrieking.
“Oh, we’re not done.” Following the trail of wetness, he kissed and lightly sucked all the way up to my throbbing pinkness, very thoroughly until I was basically dry. He only stopped when he reached my pearl and greeted it by darting his soft and rough tongue inside. It felt so fucking good and soothed my slightly swollen lips, I completely relaxed and my arms went heavy on the rooftop.
He sucked my nectar, nipping at my mound, licking, swirling. I didn’t mean to but I was squeezing his head in between my thighs and riding his face, just like he’d fucked mine. And once again in short time, I released onto his lips, my legs shook so hard I had to sit down. Back down the whole I found his wet mouth and face and tasted myself while deeply kissing him.
When we let go of each other to take a breath, it was until he opened the door and a breeze off the water wafted in that I even noticed how stifling our aroma of sweat, and sex was. The car must have been ten degrees hotter than outside. He got out and was facing the inside of the car, dick still swinging and at my eye level; I wanted to deep throat it again. I kissed the tip, about to engulf it when he stopped me.
He stood there stroking his almost erect cock to its full potential and I anxiously waited for instruction, confused as to why he stopped me, borderline offended and disappointed to be honest.
“Go over to the picnic table,” he said a little horse from straining his throat perhaps.
“What?”
“Get your ass over to the picnic table and bend over!” he said slapping the side of my behind to advance his request.
I guess I didn’t move fast enough, the next one landed square on my ass with a bit of a sting. This was a whole new side to him that I have never seen, but I gotta say I liked his take charge vibe. I scrambled out the other side of the car and headed to the nearest picnic table trying to flatten out my skirt while my eyes darted around for any other signs of life. All clear, and he was right behind me waddling a bit with his pants falling down and pulling his shirt down to cover his erection just in case someone was there.
I did what I was told, in this case I am more than happy to obey. I lifted up my skirt and assumed the position. His pre-cum shiny tip found its target and quickly pushed its way inside. It wasn’t hard to, I was sopping wet.
From my limited view, and focus on something other than my own pleasure, with my face down on the picnic table I caught a glimpse of a glow of a light from behind a nearby tree. The sun was pretty well set at this point, but the light reflecting off the water provided some.
Squinting I could see it was a man watching us, maybe even recording us on his phone which would explain the glow. I couldn’t really tell what he looked like, 5.10″ ish, white male with dark hair, that’s all I could make out. Since he was behind the tree, I don’t think my partner could see him at all; so, he didn’t skip a beat. And by beat, I mean the ongoing deep pounding my pussy was taking.