"Oh, so this trip is completely improvised?"
A perplexed Ron unloaded his luggage from the conveyor belt while Rachel was already waiting for him.
"Yeah, I just thought, fuck it, I need a break, let's just go somewhere and see what happens," Rachel replied cheerfully. "And based on tonight's experience, that was the right thing to do!"
"I so agree," he just said, unable to hide his enthusiasm.
After completing the paperwork with the car hire company at the airport, there was an awkward pause as neither of them knew how to address the elephant in the room:
What now?
"Well..." they started at the same time. Rachel stopped, "Sorry, you go first, Ron"
"Well... if your trip is improvised, I suppose you haven't booked a hotel yet?" Ron said slightly embarrassed.
"Yes! I mean, no, I don't know where I'm going to crash or even what I'm going to see here." She replied enthusiastically.
His face lit up when he heard that. "Me neither! The what to visit part, not the hotel, I booked that a while ago... Anyway, how about this: Can I invite you over to the hotel I've chosen, so you can have all the time you need to figure out where you're going and what you're going to do? You can even use my laptop if you like!"
"I was going to ask, but I didn't want to impose, so... yes?" Rachel nodded, thinking "Great! Main course!", relieved that this fun little meeting wasn't going to end right away.
"Great! Don't worry, I won't take advantage of the situation," Ron said naively, looking serious.
She laughed and nodded as she thought to herself "Oh, but I will!".
The sun was scorching, the cicadas were chirping, the smell of street food and fresh herbs filled the air; the busy streets buzzing with life. RΓ©union Island, or more specifically Saint-Denis, felt at its best.
Rachel didn't care. She had a one-track mind now, with one and only one goal; to get this guy to fuck her.
As they drove up the main road towards the motorway, she felt that tingle again. She thought about the flight and had the urge to talk about it, since they hadn't had the time yet.
"Your dick felt good last night," she blurted out provocatively.
Stunned by the sentence that came out of nowhere, Ron struggled to find an appropriate response. "Ah... thank you. And... you were very wet." Ron began to blush, he seemed genuinely startled.
Rachel had to snicker, "Oh absolutely, I was. I really needed it, I wanted you the whole flight and I was so glad you didn't back down".
"Back down? Are you crazy? I wanted you too, for hours! I even thought of going to the bathroom to relieve myself when you were asleep..."
"Oh really?" she laughed again. "So we had the same idea! I started touching myself when I went to the toilet just before we started having fun together! I only stopped because I decided to have a bit more fun than just masturbating."
"Wow... you are so hot..." he replied, amazed at what he had just heard coming out of the mouth of a beautiful girl who had just given him a hand job a few hours earlier.
Rachel noticed that his trousers were getting tighter. "Let's put on a show," she gleefully thought.
"Am I?" she said as she slowly spread her legs, lifting her right leg and resting her foot on the dashboard, revealing her hairless, glistening vulva to Ron.
"You have no idea," he replied, visibly aroused.
She spread her labia with her right hand to give him a good view of what he had touched the day before. She began to moan exaggeratedly as she slowly played with her clit. There was no need for saliva or lubrication, her privates had already reached a pleasantly slippery state.
"How do you like that?" she exhaled between two breaths. "Is this turning you on?"
Ron began to breathe heavily. "You'd have to be blind not to see how much you turn me on."
She stopped playing, unbuckled her seatbelt and bent over the gearshift so that her head was in his lap. "But I can't see too well, I'll have to check up close," she said playfully.
He was hard. She could feel Ron's penis pulsing through the thick fabric of his jeans. Seconds later, a slightly curved phallus jumped out of his underwear. It was quite thick, average length, but the curve and the veins really appealed to Rachel. The glans had no scent, he must have freshened up in the airport bathroom.
"Look at that gorgeous thing," she half-moaned as she looked up at an increasingly confused but horny Ron. She disappeared further down, placing her tongue on his scrotum and slowly licking up the shaft towards the frenulum. Arriving at the underside of the head, she placed her lips against the frenulum and moved her head up and down.
She heard Ron moaning in pleasure, which encouraged her to take the tip of his dick into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the head. A slightly salty taste spread across her tongue, no wonder considering the heat. With a firm grip on his testicles and her tongue stretched out of her mouth, she took a deep breath and then let the weight of her head guide her down as far as she could take him.
Another "oh" escaped Ron's throat as Rachel stayed like this for a few seconds, her mouth completely filled with the cock she had so desperately wanted to see since they had gone to bed the day before. With a slow shake of her head from left to right, she stood up, releasing her treasure and exhaling loudly, thick spit dribbling from her lips and rolling down the shaft of that beautiful dick.
The feeling of her mouth being filled turned her on so much that she felt the bubbling heat in her lower abdomen sizzle again.
She looked up at Ron but could only see his neck and beard as he concentrated and kept his eyes on the road ahead. Smiling and pleased with herself, she went back down and sucked loudly on his glans as she stroked his shaft firmly with her right hand. For a while Rachel continued to vary the sensations, massaging the head with her hand, playing with the frenulum with her tongue, using her lips and part of her face as a canvas to paint on with Ron's brush, and going further down to suck his balls.
The speed of her head and hand movements increased with the intensity of Ron's breathing; however, she dialled down the variation in favour of her tried and tested up and down method using her tongue, hoping to make him ejaculate all over his shirt. The heat and the sensation of rushing blood in his junk, coupled with the wet sounds she made, left her wanting more. "I can't wait to feel that inside me," she thought as she picked up the pace, her pussy screaming at her in anticipation of what was to come.
Just when she thought he couldn't hold out much longer, Rachel heard him say, "I swear, I hate to say this, but we've arrived..."
She jumped to her feet, wiped her mouth on her forearm and started to laugh. "Too bad, I don't think you would have lasted much longer."