Joy Ride on I-55
We're driving back to Chicago after spending Thanksgiving with Lia's family in St. Louis. It's only 5:30 p.m., but the sun has already disappeared and the interstate roads are dark, save for the passing headlights of oncoming traffic.
I'm driving my black Honda coupe with the brights on while Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers' Greatest Hits plays from the stereo. My pants are down around my knees and my dick is out with Lia's hands wrapped around it. She strokes me up and down from base to tip, using her other hands to massage my balls. Her hands are cold from sitting outside at the game, but they feel good against my blood-warmed skin. She caresses the tip and my entire body tingles.
It makes me want to pop.
I take her hand off me and with one of my hands still on the wheel, I place my other at the top of her jeans. I undo the button and slip the tips of my fingers beneath her panties, which are laced and cotton. She hasn't shaved in a few days and her stubble pricks my fingers. I reach in deep and begin to rub in a circular motion. A soft moan escapes Lia and her hand tightens on my penis. She strokes me harder, faster. I reciprocate with more pressure from my fingertips.
The interior cabin is nearly pitch black, but I can feel her squirm and shift in her seat. She removes my hand, brings it up to her mouth and starts sucking on my middle fingers. Her mouth is warm as her tongue slides over and under me. She takes me out and lets my hand fall. There's more shifting in her seat and by the time I look over, Lia is naked from the waist down. I peel off one of her socks and rub her bare foot, massaging the ball of her sole between my thumb and forefinger. She lets me do this for about a minute, then retracts her leg back onto her side of the car.
I hear the sound of a lotion bottle open and the next thing I feel is her hands rubbing cream the length of my dick. The cold touch of the lotion sends tingles along my sides and I have to concentrate on keeping the car in lane and driving the speed limit. A car passes on our left, but I don't care. It's too dark inside the Honda to see us. Lia doesn't stop stroking me.
She leans over and I feel her warm breath in my ear, smell the grainy aftertaste of beer. She kisses my neck, nibbles on my lobe, runs her tongue along the outside cartilage. I bite my lower lip and adjust myself into a more upright sitting position, my bare ass on the warm black leather. More cars pass us, but Lia keeps at it, working her hand between my legs. I reach over and touch her. She's wet as I stick my fingers inside her, alternating a scissoring motion like a swimmer kicking his legs. She takes her hand off me and, writhing in her seat, grips the center console with one hand and the grab-handle above her window with the other. I scissor faster. Lia squirms and thrusts her pelvis upward and back down again, as if trying to buck me off. I slide my fingers in and out, two inside her at a time.
Looking over, I see she's biting down on the seat belt strap that she has pulled across her. Then the clanking sound of the seat belt falling back into its place against the door. Lia takes my fingers out of her and then I'm in her mouth again, her tongue lapping me up. There are no cars ahead of us. In the rearview mirror, the headlights are small and yellow. Lia leans over and again I feel her warm breath on my ear.
"Let's take this to the next level," she says. She kisses me on the cheek and I turn my head slightly so that I can slide my tongue into her mouth while still keeping my eyes on the road. She leans back in her seat and takes off her blue sweater emblazoned with her college's insignia. Then her bra. Now she's completely nude. She reclines her seat all the way back so that she's laying down. "Wanna play with me, baby?" She's running her hands up along her breasts and down to her thighs.
"Touch yourself," I say. "I want to watch."
Lia moves her hand to the top of her bare pussy and begins massaging her cleft. I can see her looking at me, chewing on her bottom lip and bringing her tongue out to lick across the top of her mouth. Her moans are small and breathy.
I have one hand on the top of the steering wheel, the other hand wrapped tightly around my penis. I stroke myself to her sounds, occasionally stealing glances over to her naked body sprawled out on the black leather. I'm throbbing in my clutch and part of me wants to pull over onto the shoulder of the interstate and fuck her on the hood of the car, in the backseat, anywhere. But we're on a tight schedule as it is; we have to pick up our dog from the kennel before 8:45 p.m. or else we'll be charged another full day's worth for her stay.
We need to keep moving.
I press my foot harder on the gas and watch the speedometer climb to 70 miles per hour, then 80, then 90. Lia kisses the side of my face, working her way down to my neck and back up to my ear. I turn my head and we run our tongues along each other's.. Then she's leaning over me with her head down between my legs. When her lips first wrap around my cock the feeling numbs the rest of my body and the only sensation is her tongue moving against me. Up, down, left, right, left. Ever since we started dating, I lose control of myself any time she puts me in her mouth. I would do anything that was asked of me——anything at all——during one of Lia' blowjobs. She holds that power over me.
"Rub my pussy," she tells me in between licks. Her bare ass is up in the air, presenting her perfect pussy and tight little asshole to anyone looking in through the passenger side window. "Stick your fingers in me."
Still with one hand on the wheel, I reach out my free hand and give Lia a hard slap right on her left butt cheek, the fleshy skin rippling as it absorbed the blow. I rear back and slap her other cheek just as hard, for symmetry. Lia moans and I feel the vibrations tingle around my penis, just as the Honda slides onto the shoulder and I have to jerk the car back into the lane. I ease up on the gas and let Lia do her thing, occasionally reaching over to finger her pussy from behind.
"You're such a bad girl," I say, and whack her on the ass again. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Punish me."
With my free hand, I grab hold of her ass and slide my fingers into her pussy. She wraps her lips around me and I almost bust at the sensation of her mouth going to work. I slap her, hard. She recoils from the hit but doesn't spit me out. She takes me deeper, soft moans vibrating against me. I slap her again and that only ratchets up the intensity of her task, like a horse stung by the lash of its driver. It's getting to be more than I can bear, so I give her one last, meaty slap. She relinquishes me. She giggles, kisses me hard on the mouth and I do everything I can to keep the car on the road. When she's finished, I reach to put my fingers back inside her and she stops me.
"Take my ass, baby."
I ask if she's sure. She responds by deepthroating my index and middle fingers all the way to the knuckle, running her tongue over and between them. She does this long enough for Petty to sing "Breakdown, honey, take me through the night," before guiding my hand behind her. She kisses me, then puts her mouth back to work.
I cup one of her buttcheeks, rubbing my hand along the smooth, goose-fleshed haunch, lightly grazing my fingertips across her gap. Lia squirms, a reflex, but it does not interrupt her. She takes me all the way from head to base in long slurping motions. A liquid I could only surmise is her saliva mixed with my cum leaks down my balls and onto the seat. If she keeps going at this right, I'm going to explode and the game will be over.
But I'm not ready for it to end.
I find the rim of Lia's asshole and begin massaging in small clockwise motions. She arches her back, spits me out, coughs out a moan. Her grip tightens on my cock. I circle her puckered flesh a few more times, priming her for insertion. She's back on my cock, sucking me hard and fast. It's all she can do to regain control. But I overtake her by pushing the tip of my middle finger into her.
"Oh my god," Lia moans.
"Like it baby?" I say. "Do you like my finger in your tight little ass?"
"Mmm, yes."
"Then tell me."
"I like it, daddy."
"What do you like?"
"I like your finger in my ass."
"What kind of ass?"
I stuff my whole finger inside, my knuckle plowing deeper into her velvety tunnel. Lia gasps.
"What kind of ass?" I quiz her.
"My tight little ass."
To reward her, I pull my finger out, but only to stuff it back inside, tip to knuckle. Her moans fill the car. Petty disappears. She braces herself with hands on the dash and center armrest and my finger slips out.
"More?" I ask. But before she can answer, I make up her mind for her, and my middle finger goes back in. I fuck her like that for the next few miles until Lia has had enough. She hasn't been able to work me, but I'm still hard. Pulsating.
She looks at me, her face veiled in shadow, save for her red hair torched in the afterglow of the headlights. It's a look I've seen when she's about to let me have it. Like when she caught me staring at her sister, home from college and prancing around her parents' house all weekend, bra-less under sweaters and leggings hugging her athletically conditioned ass. Or when we finally got to our hotel room in West Palm Beach last Christmas and Lia made me doggy fuck her against the balcony as the moonlight glinted on the surf. I was done for.
"Pull over," she says.
We're somewhere on I-55, still two hours from Chicago. The only light comes from the Honda's high beams scouring the road. The sky and the surrounding dark stretch to infinity. Lia's body bathed in shadow. Her tits, two plump handfuls, nipples erect. The small "V" of her lower belly glistening in the blue glow of the dashboard GPS monitor. A nude, well-proportioned redhead who would make Titian cum in his pantaloons.
I contemplate pulling off right then and there, but the fear of getting caught stops me. What if some idle state trooper happens to drive by? What if he sees that our car doesn't have the neon pink tassels to our mirrors, like so many of the other roadside abandons we had seen on our trip down? A moving violation would be tolerable. But an indecency charge...
I'm yanked back to reality by Lia tugging on my cock.
"I said pull over."
She thumbs pre-cum around my head in tiny circular motions.
My cock swells.
I pull the Honda over to the shoulder and bring it to a skidding halt. There's not a single other car on the road, and with the lights killed, Lia and I are cloaked in total darkness. She's out the door before I can unbuckle my seat belt and pull up my jeans, but once I do, I'm chasing after her.
We go down a small embankment leading to an open field. Lia is ten yards ahead of me, the kissing circles of her snowy, freckled ass barely visible under the stars and growing the distance between us. She didn't think twice about her clothes, let alone closing the car door, taking off into the night in nothing but her bare skin. It's cold enough to see my breath, but it doesn't seem to slow down Lia, who widens the gap even more until she's swallowed up completely by the night.
A pang of fear strikes me in the chest.
I pull my flannel closed, cross my arms. I call out her name.
No answer.
I blow into my hands and rub them together.
Lia still doesn't respond to my calls after another minute or so of wandering and I start to get worried, the blood cooling in the pit of my stomach.
