Sneaky Sex During A Car Ride

"Jon," I yelled. "Sam! There's a storm coming. There's lightning over the water!"

Jon and Sam were catching some waves when they heard me scream. They turned and looked up at the ominous, fast moving clouds. Thunder rumbled. They paddled in and grabbed their boards.

Torrential rain fell down and I wiped my eyes as I ran to the rental car. I opened the trunk and threw in my bags. The roof rack was missing. WTF? The boys ran to me, panting.

"Guys, someone stole the roof rack."

"Who steals a rental car roof rack?"

"No time. What do we do?"

I could barely see them. They could barely see me.

"Put the front seat back and lie the boards through the hatch to the front floor board. The back seat should drop," Jon said.

"Good idea," Sam said and he got to work with the seats. Jon slide the boards in from the hatchback.

They barely fit. Jon hopped in the driver's seat and put the keys in the ignition. Sam and I looked in the backseat.

"Uh, there's not enough room for both of us," Sam said.

"I could sit on Jon's lap and you drive?"

"I didn't add any drivers to the policy," Jon said. "If we crash in this weather, I'll be in so much trouble."

"You plan on crashing," Sam asked.

"Hurry up," I said to Sam, motioning him to sit. "Jon, I'm sitting on Sam's lap because you are a rule-follower."

"That's fine. It's only 20 minutes to the hotel."

We had flown to Hawaii for what was supposed to be a vacation for two couples. Sam's girlfriend dumped him three weeks earlier. He asked her about the Hawaii trip since they already paid. She told him it wasn't worth waiting for, because she was going to Europe with a musician she fell for.

Sam was devastated. Jon told him to still take the trip, that it would be amazing, and there are plenty of women in Hawaii. I just rolled my eyes. But he was right. It was better than staying in Texas and wallowing at she moved out of their apartment.

I slid into the back seat and sat sideways, my feet resting in the incredibly small middle seat area, my back to the window, my butt on Sam's lap. Jon stepped on the gas and we were off.

The gravel road from the secluded beach to the main road was a few miles long and as we sped over the bumps I couldn't help but bounce against Sam's lap. I turned to apologize and noticed he was watching my breasts jiggling. Of course I wore the skimpier of my two bikinis that day. I apologized anyway.

"Sorry if I'm hurting you."

"You're not."

"I'm going to go a little faster. The road is starting to wash away," Jon said. We could barely hear him over the rain on the roof and the loud gravel under the car.

The car jostled along and as I slammed onto Sam over and over, I felt him getting an erection.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"Sh... if Jon heard, he's going to ask why."

"I can't help it."

"Can't you?"

He shook his head. I get my cheeks blush. I felt a ripping sensation and looked down between my legs where the source seemed to be. The Velcro front of his shorts were slowly ripping apart as his cock grew.

"Cheap shorts," he said. I couldn't help but laugh at the delivery. Jon looked in the mirror.

"You guys still ok?"

"Yes," we both said in unison, too loudly to sound natural and true.

The shorts finally ripped apart and his cock grew until it was between my legs. I was right on top of it. The tip brushing the thin material of my bikini, the length of it extending up between my thighs. I tried to slid further toward the front seat but Sam's long legs made them slope toward his lap. I slid back to his cock. I tried left and right and couldn't get away from him.

I gave up trying to get away. I looked at him and he screwed up his mouth in a silent apology. Just then we ran right over a series of ripples in the road and the quick succession of them made me vibrate against him. I gasped.

I looked down and saw his cock for the first time. Fuck. It was gorgeous. Thick, long, with the most perfect looking tip, all between my legs, and only millimeter of material between us. I turned to face him as I covered my mouth.

He read my mind. Silently, I reached my left hand under my left thigh and pulled my bikini to the side. He lifted my hips and pulled his cock downward and lowered me onto it.

I don't know why I was ok with this at the time. I felt bad for Sam during his breakup. I felt guilty when Jon and I were having so much fun and Sam looked depressed. I was overcome with lust. I don't know.

I bit my lip to avoid crying out. With my legs together and his rather large member, I was having trouble fitting him in. My pussy was tight.

Another series of ripples and large bump kind of forced me to adapt by a rather large jolt. I was now fully on him.

We slid onto the main road. 10 minutes left. I dug my heels into the seat, wedging my toes under the folded seat, and rocked back and forth against him. He tilted his head back and moaned.

"Sh!" I covered his mouth with my free hand. I figured Jon couldn't see this.

"Still ok? Almost there."

"Mm-hm," Jon hummed through my fingers.

The feeling of him inside of me was more intense than any experience I'd ever had. Maybe the taboo nature of sneaky sex in the backseat while your boyfriend is in the front intensified it. But I also had never been with a man that size.

I spread my legs as much as I could, not much, and looked down. I watched his cock spreading my pussy apart, my lips reddening from stretching and the friction, but I was getting wetter by the second.

We were going through a small town and hit the red light. Jon must not have seen it because we skidded to a stop. The sound of puddles of water flying up by the window, filled the car. I dropped my hand from Sam's mouth and held onto his shoulder.

Jon turned to look back at us. Surely my cheeks were bright red from my body's sexual arousal. My hair was falling from my loose bun and blocking my eyes. A cock was in me. I was caught in the act. He didn't notice though.

"Sorry," he said. "Hard to see far ahead."

"It's ok," I said, with as much breath as I could muster.

The light changed and we were off again. The town was small and now behind us. I searched my memory. No more lights that I remembered.

I slipped a hand between my legs and began touching myself, gripping Sam, touching myself. His legs and stomach started to spasm, and I felt the telltale pulsing of him coming in me. Even more intense than I usually feel, given his girth. Feeling this set me off and I grinded my hips against him, my pussy clenching him until the waves hit me.

We caught our breath and sat there in stunned silence. He lifted me up and pushed his cock back into his shorts. It was softer and softening still. He was satisfied.

I on the other hand, while satisfied, felt like an idiot. How did I do that? I cheated on my boyfriend.

I pulled my bikini bottom back across my sore pussy. Waves of orgasm still fresh. Just in time as we pulled into the hotel parking lot. Jon dropped us off at the entrance where there was cover from the rain.

"I'll be right back," he said and then pulled away to park.

"That won't happen again," I said to Sam.

"If that's what you want," he said. "It could be our little secret."

"No. No secrets."

"OK. Whatever you want. It didn't happen."

"Good," I said. Then, "I couldn't help myself. You were right there."

"You don't need to justify anything to me," he said.

"I know. Let's just have that nice memory be a daydream. A nice daydream that I'll think about sometimes," I said. I wasn't as mad now as I had been. The anger I felt was with myself. I was the one who pulled my bikini to let him in. It wasn't his fault his shorts couldn't contain him.

Jon ran over and I took his arm. Sam walked inside.

"Looks like we are confined to our rooms for the afternoon," he said.

"Looks like," I said. "I'm thinking I'll take a nice bath."

"And then," he asked.

"We'll see," I said with a wicked smile.