Eliza and Jeb's Erotic Journey

Eliza

The stranger is younger than we are by at least ten years, attractive with dark hair and a wide smile that gleams under the bug-infested lamp over the door.

He looks harmless and I consider his request. Could he be a serial killer? Of course he could, but something in his demeanor indicates that he's just a guy in need of a shower.

"I know, I could be Ted Bundy in disguise." The stranger reads my mind, knowing that I'm the one who has to be convinced of his non-serial killerness.

"Look, I'm Dave Manning, from Ohio and I'm on my way to see my sister's new kid in southern Florida. I just need a quick shower and I'll sleep in my truck tonight, be on the road early." As he's speaking, he pulls out his wallet, opens it, grabs a plastic card and hands it to me.

A quick glance shows that what he's said is echoed on his DL, so at least he has some documentation. I'm not wholly comfortable with the thought of him in the cabin with us, so I turn to you and suggest, "Hey, how about we let him shower in peace and we grab some food across the road over there at the diner? When he's done, we'll come back and settle in the cabin."

Dave looks from me to you, and nods. "That would be awesome! I've been driving since early this morning and just feel gross. This heat has been too much, even the AC can't keep up, and that storm...whoooeeee, I think it's hotter now than it's been all day!"

You're okay with that agenda, and even though you and I are pretty gross ourselves from the heat, the motorcycle ride, floating in the pool and cavorting with a couple of strangers, I'm more hungry than I am in need of a shower.

We hand over the old-fashioned door key to Dave, who hops back in his truck and drives the short distance to the cabin, which is far enough away from the rest of them that it likely had originally belonged to the property owners.

"Let's just walk across the road," you suggest, both of us tired of resting our butts on the leather seats of your bike.

I'm game, and we hold hands as we cross the deserted road and walk down to the restaurant. As we get closer, I can see that there are very few lights on inside and only one car in the parking lot.

"Uh oh." We both speak at the same time, as we get closer and see the Closed for Remodeling sign on the door. From inside we can hear the sounds of a saw cutting through wood over the mournful tunes of a country song.

"Damnit," I mutter, my grumbling stomach loud now in the quiet as the saw stops. "Guess it's chips from the vending machine for dinner tonight."

"We can hop back on the bike and head towards the next town, I think it's only around thirty miles," you tell me, aware that I can get cranky without food.

"Nah, I'm good with some chips and a Coke," I mutter, vowing to myself that it would be enough. "Let's go back."

We trudge back across the road and towards the cabin. "Do you think he's done?" I ask you, "It hasn't been very long."

"Could be. If not, I'm sure we can sit on the porch and wait."

When we arrive at the cabin, the front door is open, the screen door keeping bugs and other nocturnal visitors at bay. Inside we can see Dave, a pair of jeans low on his hips and shirtless, walking from the bathroom into the living area.

"Hey, just got finished," he calls out. "C'mon in, I'll grab my dirty stuff and go grab some dinner too." As he speaks, he realizes that there hasn't been enough time between our goodbye and coming back for us to have eaten.

"They're closed, aren't they?" he asks miserably, and we both nod. You open the door, we walk in and the heady smell of a freshly washed body wafts towards us.

Dave is tan, his skin a dark copper in contrast with the light blue of his eyes, and I'm suddenly aware that he's not just some stranger we walked past, but a very attractive man. In our hotel room, with the bedroom just behind the half-wall of cabinets.

"Stop it," I think to myself, but I feel your arm come up around my shoulders, and I know that you have clued into my abrupt awareness.

Dave is no idiot and he sees your gesture for what it is; claiming me and issuing a warning to him. "Guys, let me grab my clothes and I'm out." He smiles that disarmingly genuine smile again.

"I know the diner is closed but I can run into town and grab some food if you two want," he offers, "I'm not sure what they have to eat, but I'm almost hungry enough to eat just a couple of fast food hamburgers to tide me over."

"Sounds good to me," I turn and raise my eyebrows, "How about you?"

"Couple of burgers and a shake sound like heaven right now," you agree and reach for your wallet.

"Nope, it's on me, for letting me share your shower," Dave says, then stops and shakes his head. "I mean, sharing your room shower with me." This time I can see a red flush rising under the dark skin of his face.

"I'm gonna stop there and just buy dinner for you." He quickly pulls a tee shirt over his head and slips his feet into his Sperrys. "Vanilla or chocolate shake?"

"One of each," I answer for us, feeling the shift in the atmosphere of this small cabin. We've all become aware of each other as strangers, but there's an intimacy in being so close to a bed.

You and I have been fucking like mad for days, and our erotic encounter with the younger couple today has made me far more aware of myself as a sexual being than I have in a long time. Dave is cute, he's here and so are we. Thoughts of what we could make happen here in this room rocket through my brain and I shake gently against you.

"Damnit woman. Do you ever shut off?" You look at me as Dave sidles past us and says loudly, "I'll be back in a bit."

"Gives us time to shower." I smile at him, and he flushes deeper, nearly racing out the door. We both watch as the truck lights come on and he backs out to the dirt road, turns around and heads towards the main road.

"Bet you he doesn't come back," you laugh aloud. "You've scared him off."

"He left his suitcase, he'll be back." I point at the open case on the kitchen table. "We should have a quick shower and be dressed when he gets back."

"Dressed?" Your eyebrows are raised as you look at me. "Don't you want to add him to your list of conquests? Maybe you should be wearing just that tee shirt and not much else. You'll make it clear where you stand."

"But then my shake will be melted," I refute your words. "Maybe AFTER I drink it, I'll think about whether or not I want to fuck him."

I frown as I turn to look at you. "I've never had a threesome...have you?"

"Nope, it's on my checklist though," you counter. "Shall we?"

"Perhaps we shall." I saunter towards the bathroom, shedding clothes as I go. "Perhaps we shall."

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Jeb

I watch as you drop the last of your clothing flirtatiously on the floor, and as you bend down to adjust the water flow and temperature in the shower. Damn, that sweet ass, mmm. You disappear behind the curtain and the shower hisses. Got to control myself now, not enough time for fun before our delivery man gets back with the chow. Fun later, judging by your last arousing comment.

Gotta get these clothes off and dried now. I strip quickly, gather up our clothes and head for the kitchenette. A peek under the sink reveals a bottle of dish soap; guess it will have to do. Filling the sink with warm water, I toss in our jeans, tees and undies, smiling at how wet your panties already are.

I add soap and then head to the front room to turn on the window air conditioner; it's too hot to light the fireplace tonight, so our clothes will have to be hung in front to dry as best they can, hopefully by morning. Returning to the sink, I quickly scrub, rinse, wring and shake out our clothing, and hang everything on a hat rack I move in front of the air conditioner. Gotta improvise sometimes.

The shower stops, the curtain rattles open and you step out, blonde hair hanging down over your breasts, water coursing over your curves. You reach for a large towel and begin drying yourself. I can't resist watching your every move, especially when you linger slightly on the blonde curls between your thighs. Mmm, seems you need extra drying there, and I realize your shower did seem to take a while.

"I washed our clothes, you'll have to wear a towel for a while, we seem to have plenty" I shout, "hope that's okay." Your wide smile says it all. "My turn now," I declare as I walk past you with a quick kiss, into the shower. "Hope you left enough hot water!"

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Eliza

In the distance, I hear a rumble of thunder; not unsurprising on a hot summer evening. The humidity has been dreadful all day and I'm standing here in a towel, my body almost as damp as it was when I stepped out of the shower.

The A/C should help with that, eventually, but for now, I rummage around in my bag for a comb to untangle the mess that is my long hair. Despite the aggravation of no clean clothes or much in the way of toiletries, I'm thankful to be cleaned up from our day of travel and the encounter with our young friends.

There's an old-fashioned stereo system in the corner of the room and I tune in a local FM station that plays 70s and 80s music, singing (badly) along with a favorite as I deal with the bunched up strands of hair. I'm tugging on one nasty snarl with both hands when the front door opens and Dave steps in, arms full with bags of food.

Startled to see him back so quickly, I forget that I'm facing the door as I flip my hair back from my face. The tug of this movement pulls on the tuck where I've joined the two ends of the towel and it parts. Only my quick thinking lets me grab them and turn away while I attempt to recover my modesty.

"Hey, I'm back..." Dave's voice trails off as he watches the disaster unfold in front of him. "Can I help..." he offers, only to bite back any further words as I shake my head violently at his suggestion.

"Jeb washed our clothes, and we didn't bring any extras, so let me just....fix this." I keep my back to him, retucking the towel, aware that it's not only not quite long enough, but that it rests against the tops of my thighs, leaving a length of leg, shoulder and upper body skin bare.

"Sorry, I'll just put your food on the table and get out of here." Dave's voice is almost squeaky with embarrassment and he bolts past me to set the bags on the table, crinkling as he struggles to figure out which bag holds his food.

"Don't be silly." You come out of the bathroom, towel slung low on your narrow hips, bare chest gleaming with drops of water. "Eliza will be just fine once she gets sorted. Stay and eat at the table rather than in your truck. I'm sure you're tired of it after being in there all day."

"That is true." Dave keeps his eyes on the bags and off me. Which, in a way, makes me regret grabbing the towel so quickly.

You're grinning that evil smile at me once again over the top of Dave's head as he pulls shakes and burgers from the various bags and sets them on the table. As he drops into a chair, I notice that he's put himself next to you and away from me, and my female vanity is piqued. In doing this, he doesn't realize that he's placed himself directly across from me.

"Thanks for running out to get food," you tell him as you sit down as well. "We really appreciate it, don't we Eliza."

"We do," I affirm, sitting awkwardly in the chair next to you, looking over at Dave. I watch as the realization dawns on his face that he will be almost forced to look straight at me unless he contorts himself constantly to keep you in his vision. "Thanks Dave, I'm sure we can figure out a way to repay you."

I'm teasing, intentionally, and his face is suffused with red. Ignoring the bubble of mirth that escapes from your mouth, I pick up my shake and take a drink. "Still frozen." My glance is at you this time, meaningfully. "It's perfect on this hot, steamy night."

Dave is focused on eating his cheeseburger, eyes downcast on the table, trying to avoid both conversation and us completely.

"So Dave, tell us about yourself," you say after a swig of your shake. "Or if you'd rather Eliza can start, since she and I only met, what?" Smiling, you turn to me and ask, "What was it? Just a few days ago, right? So I don't know much about you other than what you look like naked."

"Seriously???" I'm torn between laughing at your impudence, or turning red with embarrassment myself. "Way to out us as being just a hookup to some poor stranger."

"C'mon, you know it's more than that." This time you speak between bites of cheeseburger. "I've shared not only my bed with you, but my bike too!"

"Oh my god you guys..." Dave has lifted his head and is staring first at me and then at you. "You can't possibly have just met a few days ago, you're bickering like an old married couple...like my parents!"

"I'm not old enough to be your mother!" I exclaim, my face laughingly incredulous. "I'm what, ten years older than you are? But he might be!" I tease, pointing at you.

"How old are you? Just so she can have peace of mind. She's not into younger guys," you ask Dave, calm at the center of the storm, putting another fry in your mouth. "Damn, these are pretty good, for a fast food joint."

"Thirty-two," Dave answers, looking at me. "How old are you?"

"I feel like we're about to play a game of spin the bottle here...I'm not telling you how old I am!" Furiously I suck on the chocolate shake straw, realizing too late the suggestiveness of what I'm doing.

"She said she's forty-five, but you know how women are about their ages." Again, you're talking to Dave, encouraging the guy-bonding time.

"I AM forty-five!" This time my voice is almost strident and I take a deep breath. "I am forty-five, which doesn't make me old enough to be your mom."

"Thank dog for that." You turn to Dave and give him a quick slap on his back. "Bet you feel better about asking now?"

"Why are we even having this conversation?" I scold you with my words. "Leave the guy alone, let him finish his dinner. Why don't we talk about something else?"

"Like?" You look at me again with that sly smile. Daring me.

"So Dave, you married? Kids?" Another fry makes its way into your mouth as you ask him a most personal question.

"Don't answer that," I interject, "it's far too nosy."

"I don't mind, you guys are a riot." Dave has overcome most of his embarrassment, now enjoying the teasing between us. "Not married and no kids. Love my job and don't have time to make for a family right now."

"What do you do?" I ask my own nosy question this time.

"Paramedic/firefighter," he responds. "Career, just took the Lieutenant's test last week. Hoping to move up to the top eventually."

"That's neat," I tell him, admiration for his choice apparent in my words.

"Uh-oh, you've got a groupie now," you joke, and I scowl at you again.

"Hardly that...it's just a difficult job. I know, my dad was a firefighter too."

"Yeah? Whereabouts?" Dave asks, and we launch into a conversation about his job. The time passes quickly and soon enough everyone is done eating. Picking up the detritus from the table, Dave offers a spare tee shirt in his bag for me to wear.

"Thanks." I scurry into the bathroom to put it on, leaving the towel as a sort of skirt covering my lower half. I come back out to Dave with his suitcase in hand, standing at the door shaking hands with you.

"Thanks for the shower and the silliness at the dinner table. You guys have been great. I'm gonna head off to get a few hours of sleep in the truck. We'll have to keep in touch." A rush of words as we three move out onto the porch, the stickiness of high humidity hitting us like a wall.

"Yikes, it's pretty damp out here," I say, just as a huge rumble of thunder punctuates the night, followed by a too-close lightning strike in the field just across the road.

"Holy cow!" We echo each other as we look around, wondering if there will be more. In response, the skies open up and a deluge of rain starts, obscuring the rest of the world beyond the edge of the porch steps.

"Back in!" you shout, and we scamper back into the cabin, listening to the pounding of the rain on the roof. "Well, not a chance that you can sleep in your truck listening to THAT all night long."

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Jeb

"Hey you two, really, I can sleep in the truck, it's no..."

BOOM!

Another thunder clap rips in a blinding flash, this time much too close to the cabin, and the wind and rain surges, convincing Dave otherwise. "Damn, guess I won't, you guys win, I'll take the sofa."

"Smart man Dave, blankets are on the rack in the bedroom, grab one...got any toothpaste in your suitcase? Eliza and I could sure use some, our tastes today have been rather...exotic," I reply, flashing a sly wink at you. Not skipping a beat, you return the wink, adding "We didn't pack for overnight so we'll use our...fingers."

Dave sets his case on the table and produces a tube, which you promptly grab. "Thank you, kind sir," you purr in a low suggestive voice and head for the bathroom. Dave and I watch you slowly bend at the waist over the sink through the open doorway, the towel slipping up over your shapely ass. As you clean your teeth, your legs slowly spread wider, making the lips of your cunt clearly visible. I grin, knowing this is no accident; you've decided you want to arouse Dave every bit as much as me. Such a sweet little cockteaser you're becoming...I'm loving your new sexual awakening.

You emerge from the bathroom. Dave manages a nervous smile and turns away slightly, trying unsuccessfully to hide the bulge in his jeans. You laugh and flash me a knowing grin. "Okay guys, get your teeth cleaned, I need sleep...hehe."

In a few minutes we comply. Dave spreads a blanket over the sofa, strips down to his briefs, switches off the lamp, and stretches out his tall frame on the cushions. In the bedroom, plainly visible to Dave through the open door, you pull back the covers on the big bed. I shed my towel and settle on my back into the soft mattress, clean and completely naked now, my long erection curving toward my stomach. You pull the tee over your head in a burst of silky blonde hair, breasts bouncing, pebbly pink nipples teasing me...and our new friend in the darkened living room.

I reach over to turn off the nightstand lamp as you shed your towel and swung your legs onto the bed and astride my hips. The small night light on the wall and the diminishing flashes of lightning through the windows dimly illuminate our silhouettes. Aroused lovers. We know Dave is watching from the darkness as you slowly grind your hips on my cock, your hands on my chest, and then lower yourself fully onto me with a deep low moan.

The soft rhythmic sounds of flesh on flesh are soon echoed by a scrunching rhythm from the sofa cushions. "I think he likes what he hears," I whisper. You giggle and moan as you bounce deeper down on my cock. You're unbelievably turned on now, hopelessly wet; my balls and inner thighs are soaked with your lust.

"Think it's time?" I whisper, taking a rigid nipple into my mouth and flicking my tongue over it as I thrust up into you.

"Oh please, fuck yesssss, let's do it!" you groan.

I reach over to the nightstand and switch on the lamp. There, leaning in the doorway stands Dave, naked, his hard cock in his fist, the tip wet with arousal, stroking himself.

Giving Dave your lewdest smile, you lean back to expose your blonde fringed cunt lips sealed around my cock.

"Get over here, NOW!" You reach out as he approaches the bed, take his cock in your hand and guide it into your mouth, engulfing the length of him. I know exactly how he feels as I watch his eyes close in ecstasy.

My cock is still buried in your cunt, and you begin to ride me even as you suck and lick on his. I can see you gag slightly every time he thrusts into your mouth and the sight excites me; that familiar feeling is already building deep inside my body.