My Day Out Of Town

I looked in the rearview mirror. Yes, there he was, coming up to pass me again. We had been playing this little game of leapfrog for some miles now, and it had somehow taken on a life of its own. It had started innocently enough; I noticed him slowing a bit after we made eye contact on the second pass, and the game had begun. It was now the sixth time we had passed each other, and our gestures had gone from eye contact to casual flirtation. He blew me a kiss as he overtook me in the left lane, and, as I expected, he slowed about two car lengths in front, allowing me to retrieve my position. Getting bolder, I looked over as I drew alongside, taking my foot off the gas to pace with him. I put my finger in my mouth, all the way to the hilt, withdrawing it slowly as I watched his eyebrows raise over the rim of his sunglasses. A grin split his face, and I stomped on the gas pedal, pulling in front.

In the distance I saw a sign announcing a rest area a few miles ahead, and a naughty thought crossed my mind. Would he? As we drew closer I moved into the right lane and turned on the turn signal. He fell in obediently behind me, and I wondered what was going through his mind. What was I thinking? Was I crazy? The fact that it was dangerous, and that this was someone I had never met before somehow made it all the more exciting. My heart racing, I pulled off the highway into the rest area, slowly making my way past the cars and trucks to find a secluded spot in the back of the area. He pulled in next to me. I sat for a moment, gathering my courage, then I quickly darted to his car and hopped in.

His eyes were wide with a mixture of amazement, pleasant surprise, and wonderment. He looked even better than I imagined, shirtless, tan, and buff. I guessed him to be in his early thirties. His mouth opened to speak, but I quickly covered it with my own, drawing him into me with my kiss as I felt him embrace me, hesitantly at first, then strong and firm. He recovered from his shock and began to take charge, entangling his hands in my hair as he pulled my head back to kiss my neck. My body gave in, and I fell back into the car's plush seat as he covered my neck and shoulders with kisses and gentle bites. I felt his hand move to caress my breast, and in an instant he was inside my bra, tugging at my nipples. I felt a throbbing between my legs, and I thrust my hips forward, squirming in the seat. He pulled my shirt over my head, and had my bra off in a twinkle. Backing away slightly to look me over, he seemed pleased with what he saw before diving back in to take my right nipple in his mouth, gently biting it. I arched my back, offering myself to him. I saw his cock bulging behind his loose shorts, and I pulled the waistband out slowly, setting it free of its confines. I gasped in surprise; it stood straight at attention, almost to the center of the steering wheel, and was nearly as big in diameter as the bottled water I carried.

"Must be my lucky day," I said with a grin.

"Yeah, your lucky day," he chuckled.

I winked at him and bent to playfully lick the tip of his immense cock. I was greeted promptly by a glistening droplet of pre-cum, which I greedily lapped up. He let out a tiny gasp, and I felt him rise to meet my lips. I took the head in my mouth, using the tip of my tongue to lick the underside, then burying it into my face I sank as far as I was able onto it. I managed to take three or four inches into my mouth, but it was so wide I couldn't seem to get it past my back teeth. This disappointed me, as I wanted to impress him with my ability to deep throat. He didn't seem to mind, however, and his hips began to move rhythmically with me as I felt his hands on the back of my head. He pulled me back up to his mouth, and I felt his hand tugging at the button of my shorts. They opened easily for him, and he pulled them off and casually tossed them into the back, panties and all. His hand dove between my legs, and he began to massage my hungry pussy. I was already so turned on that I nearly left the seat in my effort to meet his touch. He slid a finger inside, feeling the wetness that suddenly doubled as I came. One finger became two, and I rode his hand with reckless abandon, glad for the loud stereo to mask my cries of delight.

He withdrew his hand from my dripping cunt, and with one skillful move he lifted me toward him, centering himself on the seat as he deftly impaled me onto his throbbing cock, straddling him. I felt the length of it ram into me, filling me as full as I had ever been, and I let out a scream. He looked at me in alarm, but I quickly recovered what composure I could and kissed him. He began to guide me, gripping my hips in his hands as we moved together. I felt another orgasm begin to overtake me, and my moans became cries of exctacy. I ground myself onto him, feeling him pulsate deep inside me. His movements became more urgent, and I felt his hot liquid explode into me, our juices gushing out of me with every stroke. We both collapsed into the seat, his cock still inside me. We sat that way for a moment, then I slowly, reluctantly, crawled off him, feeling his spent cock slide out of my wet, freshly fucked pussy. Wordlessly, I gathered my clothing and dressed. He looked at me again, unsure what to say. I kissed him, and before he could speak, I quickly exited his car and climbed into my own. He was still sitting there as I backed out of the parking spot and drove away, hardly able to believe it myself.

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