I sat in his car as he drove along the highway. At every intersection, railroad track, red light, and hint of traffic, his lips would find my neck and his hand would creep up my thigh. Just feeling my wetness made him hiss. We needed to find a room. Fast.
He'd picked me up in a bar. Got me drunk. Got me horny. Gave me several hickeys. I told him my name was Rebecca and I worked for sprint. He told me his name was James and he was a contractor passing through town. I'd never been one for one night stands before, but the way he had me feeling, all my inhibitions were gone.
It felt we were driving for hours. My torment leaked onto his car seat. The bulge in his pants grew by the second. I stroked his thigh and teased him through his pants.
We finally came to a ratchet truck stop where he allegedly left his 18 wheeler. He got us a room and it was on.
As soon as the door closed, clothes were flying. His fingers found their way to the puddle he created and lingered. I squirmed with delight. I undid his pants to release his bulge, and what a beautiful bulge it was. With his fingers still in me, I lead him to the bed. I laid down and put my legs on his shoulders. He replaced his fingers with his dick.
He slow stroked me into submission. My back had the hardest arch it could achieve. He rolled me over on my side and lay beside me. With my leg over his hip bone, he continued his tortuous slow stroke. My moans became louder by the second.
He tells me to ride him and angles himself so that each thrust will achieve maximum depth. I climb the walls as I rise and fall on his dick. The pressure of my moans build in my throat. I let out a groan of pleasure and anguish. My legs begin shaking and I can't take anymore. I get off and crawl away.
He was right behind me, right back in me. Giving me his all. Our moans echoed harmoniously in the night air. I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was surprised to see my husband in the passenger seat. He handed me my ring.
"Morning James. I mean, Bruce."
"What do you have in store for next week", my husband asked. I laughed. I never disclose my plans.
He'd picked me up in a bar. Got me drunk. Got me horny. Gave me several hickeys. I told him my name was Rebecca and I worked for sprint. He told me his name was James and he was a contractor passing through town. I'd never been one for one night stands before, but the way he had me feeling, all my inhibitions were gone.
It felt we were driving for hours. My torment leaked onto his car seat. The bulge in his pants grew by the second. I stroked his thigh and teased him through his pants.
We finally came to a ratchet truck stop where he allegedly left his 18 wheeler. He got us a room and it was on.
As soon as the door closed, clothes were flying. His fingers found their way to the puddle he created and lingered. I squirmed with delight. I undid his pants to release his bulge, and what a beautiful bulge it was. With his fingers still in me, I lead him to the bed. I laid down and put my legs on his shoulders. He replaced his fingers with his dick.
He slow stroked me into submission. My back had the hardest arch it could achieve. He rolled me over on my side and lay beside me. With my leg over his hip bone, he continued his tortuous slow stroke. My moans became louder by the second.
He tells me to ride him and angles himself so that each thrust will achieve maximum depth. I climb the walls as I rise and fall on his dick. The pressure of my moans build in my throat. I let out a groan of pleasure and anguish. My legs begin shaking and I can't take anymore. I get off and crawl away.
He was right behind me, right back in me. Giving me his all. Our moans echoed harmoniously in the night air. I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was surprised to see my husband in the passenger seat. He handed me my ring.
"Morning James. I mean, Bruce."
"What do you have in store for next week", my husband asked. I laughed. I never disclose my plans.
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