Driving aimlessly through Tennessee, wandering from historical site to tourist attraction, trying to lose myself in the utter enjoyment of driving this vintage Vette and the warm summer air, I spotted yet another tourist attraction, this one with a restroom, so I pulled in. Way back in the corner stood the box, with plenty of parking around it, I shut the rumbling beastie off with a gentle pat.
"I'll be right back, pet, and we'll be off and running again." I crooned to it as I climbed out. I stretched as I strutted to the box, feeling an almost knot pop between my shoulders. I felt the rising heat from the asphalt climbing up my legs, as I opened the door. I could feel my heels sinking into the softening surface. "Crap. I hope none of this gooey shit sticks to these friggin shoes." I said closing the door behind me.
I shifted my thong and copped a squat, letting my bladder empty with a sigh. I heard a vehicle pull in near the box, country music pouring through the door crack, heard a door squeal open, something heavy tossed in the metal can outside the door. I wiped, stood, rearranged the micro skirt, retied the rawhide laces at my hip and had a hand on the door, when it opened, making me stumble into a solid form that caught me quickly and easily.
"Easy now, I've got you." Deep rumble, honeyed whiskey voice, made me look up. A strong face, sunglasses hiding his eyes, a scruffy but neat goatee camouflaging a full bottom lip curved in an easy smile. "Prettiest thing I've ever seen coming outta one of the boxes."
"Thank you!" I grinned, resting my hand on his chest as my feet found themselves again. "For the save and the sweetness."
"Your Vette?" he asked, leaving his hand on my hip. Hmmm, should I? Maybe. I let him leave it there, smiled flirtily into his mirrored shades.
"For a while, it is. Like what you see?" I swayed forward, rubbing against him, feeling his bulge. His smile turned to a surprised grin, with a return grind, making me instantly wet.
"Very much so. Got a couple of my own, you might like to take a peek at. If you have time, that is." I could feel his growing hard on against my lower belly, his roughened fingertips at the hem of the micro skirt, at the crease of my asscheek.
"I can find time. Shall we?" He'd dipped a fingertip into my wetness before letting me go.
"It's not far. Follow me." I watched his ass as he sauntered back to his truck. I slithered into the driver's seat, giving him a flash of panty as I did, watching him lick his lips. I started my beastie, feeling the rumbling in my wet quim, feeling my juices wet the seat. I pulled in behind his truck, following him down the two lane to a stop sign, took the right with him, pulled down a gravel road that led to a decent sized farm house with a couple of huge barns behind.
He parked in front of the biggest and climbed easily from his truck. I parked beside him, let him help me from the Vette into him arms. His huge hands cupped my ass, pulling my loins tight against his hard cock. I slid a hand up over his chest, into his thick, dirty blonde hair, tugging his mouth to mine. He spun us around, pushing me tight against the fender of his truck as he ground into me, as he slipped two fingers inside my hole, making me groan into his mouth. I felt him smile against my lips, felt him gain control over his lust, felt him rest his forehead on mine.
"Let me show you." His hands stilled, but didn't let go. There was an intense heat between us that I wanted to fan hotter. He led me to the barn door, opened it and brought me into the dim, air conditioned barn. He flipped on a few lights, highlighting his prizes. At the moment, I didn't care for any of the vintage muscle cars, but I looked for one to pose against, for him to take me on. Neither of us said anything as we wandered among them. I stood beside a 71 Cutlass 442, trailing my fingertips lightly over its perfect sky blue paint. His fingers slid between my thighs as I leaned over its hood, sliding two deep in my sopping hole. I heard him groan, heard his jeans fall to his boots with a jingle of change and keys.
I looked over my shoulder, inviting him in, pushing back against his cock, feeling his head slide in, get wet, electrify my quim. He grabbed me at my hips, pushing deep inside me, filling me, stretching me, making me come on him the first time. I could feel his throbbing cock getting clamped on as I came, as he thrust in. I arched back, opening myself for him to fuck me.
"C'mon, handsome, fuck me. I want it hard." I purred, watching him over my shoulder. His hands slid up my back, one to my shoulder, the other to my breast, both grabbing hard, holding me hard so he could slam his cock into me.
I felt another wave of orgasm building with every thrust, felt it hotter when his fingers slid into my cunt, sliding my lips wider, rubbing my hard clit. We found a rhythm, squirming and thrusting, growling and groaning. I could feel my juices soaking us both, making squishy noises with every thrust that turned me on even hotter.
I leaned forward, reaching my hand under where he was pounding into me, capturing his balls, cradling and massaging them, making him groan. He pulled me back up, hunching over with me when I wouldn't stop rubbing and rolling his balls. The flat crack of his palm on my ass cheek, the immediate sting, rolled the orgasm wave through me. I heard his husky chuckle as the wave crashed over me, as he thrust faster, harder into me.
My cheek was resting on the hood as he pounded his cock into me. I could see his face as he furiously pounded into me, watched his expressions change from control to bliss as I felt him pulsate inside me, felt his hips stutter, push deeper as he came, and felt him rest against my back, panting heavily.
