Odd Opportunities

When we pulled into the rest stop area, I looked for the most remotely located parking space, and really didn’t find any. We just happened to stop at one that wasn’t very large and had quite a few passers-by about the area.

“Shit!!” Cursed Trevor, “of course there’s got to be like three hundred people here!”

“Wait, I got an idea. There’s some woods out behind the main building here, you see what I’m talking about?”

I pointed to a small woodsy area that was out back of the rest stop facility, about fifty yards behind it.

“We can go out there and do whatever we want. I’m sure we can have some privacy if we go back far enough,” I suggested. I then teasingly said, “You up for another fun little adventure?”

Trevor was practically out the door before I finished my sentence, “You bet your perfect tits I am!”

Out behind the building were a few picnicking couples and families, taking a break from the road and enjoying the nice weather. We tried looking as casual as possible, trying to mask the fact that we were trying to find a place to fool around. After what seemed like forever, we ducked into the wooded area walking back as far as we could while still being able to keep a look out if anybody came near us.

Trevor practically ripped my shirt and bra trying to get under it to grab at my tits, squeezing and rubbing them as he went. Our open mouths locked in frantic kisses, our tongues doing battle. Once my breasts were free, Trevor simply devoured them, going from one to the other, sucking on my nipples, licking everywhere he could.

I had my hand down those silly boxers and was reveling in the feeling of his cock in my hand as I jerked it. After we successfully got each other completely worked up again, I dropped to my knees and went to fish out his beautiful dick again. I yanked down his underwear and sweats in one pull. SMACK! His hard-on sprang out and slapped me firmly under my chin.

“Oh fuck!,” I huffed, reacting to the contact, “Yeah, slap me with it Trevor, please?” I begged submissively, a role I rarely play in situations such as this.

“Yeah, fuck yeah...” he mumbled and fulfilled my request by tilting up my face with his fingers and slapping me all over my face with the length of his beautiful cock.

It felt so fucking naughty to be letting him do this to me, on my knees in a forest with my tits hanging out, getting cock-slapped, with many people sitting only a short distance away. I stuck out my tongue, trying to lick the underside of the shaft when it passed over my face. He just slapped my tongue with it. Long strings of saliva mixed with his pre-cum stretched between his cock and my tongue. I whimpered out loud as he did this, vehemently getting into the pure nastiness of what we were doing. It seemed harder than ever before now, and I was even more turned on than before. It was me that was making him so hot, and that thought was driving me crazy.

“Oh my God you’re sexy Elise,” he whispered, looking down at me with an intense look.

I just smiled, grabbed the middle of his cock and did my best to take as much as I could of it into my mouth and throat, all the while keeping eye contact with him. I know most guys love this, and Trevor’s reaction to it showed me he was no exception.

“Fuck! Yeah girl, that feels so freaking good. Suck it hard,” he gasped, following up with a deep moan.

I did just that. I started sucking him as hard as I possibly could, moving my mouth back and forth a few inches at a time while jerking him with both hands. He was leaking pre-cum like crazy all over my tongue. Tasting it brought out an involuntary moan from me, as it actually tasted somewhat decent, sort of sweet. I worked hard and fast trying to coax more fluid from his pulsing cock. My tits jiggled and bounced wildly with my movements.

All of this fast-paced, sloppy sucking and stroking action was making a lot of nearly deafening wet-sounding noises. It was all I could hear, drowning out everything around me. I was extremely focused on everything in the moment, and wanted so badly to make Trevor shoot his load. All the events leading up to this: me subserviently giving him head like some sort of crazed cum slut had me willing to do just about anything Trevor wanted me to do.

Trevor lightly grabbed my face, pulling me off of his length with a loud ‘POP’, “You know what I want?”

“What?,” I breathlessly asked, still squeezing and stroking him as I looked up, slightly disappointed that he had stopped me from blowing him.

“I wanna do what you told me you did at that club... I’ve been thinking about doing along those lines since we ran into each other at the bookstore.”

I grabbed my tits in my hands, squeezed them together and raised them up slightly despite the confines of my shirt and bra, “You want to fuck these, do ya?” I asked, smiling as innocently as possible given the situation.

“You’re fucking right I do. They’re just so God damn big, firm and hot Elise,” he answered, reaching down to feel them right along with me, teasing my nipples with his fingers.

“Well then go for it! Your cock is absolutely perfect for doing this Trevor. Here,” I paused quickly to pull my shirt and bra further up and scooted up closer to him so that his hard-on was in a good position to put between my tits.

I raised them up a bit, spreading them apart for him invitingly. He took my cue and squatted down slightly while moving closer, getting his spit-covered cock right between my breasts. When it touched my skin, I gasped with the extreme heat his cock was making. It felt so fucking good to have his rubbery hardness in my control, right between my breasts. Once he got snuggled between them, we both pushed my tits together hard to make a tight tunnel for him to fuck.

“Jesus Christ Elise, this looks so fucking hot! I can’t believe how good this feels either. Goddamn!”

He started working his hips to make hard, long, slow passes with his cock, grinding into my flesh and breastbone.

I had to agree with Trevor... it did look and feel awesome! Even though I have tit-fucked a fair share of guys, I never get over the extremely erotic composition of doing it and what it looks like visually. Of course there’s the psychological edge to it, where I feel I am so in control of the guy I’m doing it to, much like giving a guy head.

But for me, it’s also a physically stimulating act. My breasts are very sensitive fortunately, and I love the feel of a guy’s cock as it rubs against me and pops up out of my pressed together tits as he fucks them. Trevor’s was big enough that when it came up, I was able to take the head of it into my mouth, licking the head pretty much the entire time he worked me. Even as I still had my bra and shirt on, his cock still appeared from underneath them.

“Yeah, lick it! Fuck yeah... oh man...,” Trevor kept mumbling.

He was enjoying this immensely, the sensations and visual of his cock disappearing and reappearing between my tits. I was watching too, alternately looking at his face contort with the extreme pleasure and watching that fat cock sliding around between my firm breasts.

“Yeah Trevor, fuck my tits...keep fuckin them,” I gasped, urging him on. “Ohmigod yeah!”

My dirty talk really spurred him on because he just started to completely pound away all of a sudden. My tits were getting slapped by his hips, my nipples grinding super hard into his thighs below. His rapid-style fucking was practically knocking the breath out of me with every thrust and I loved every last second of it. There was a steady PAP-PAP-PAP-PAP sound going now, both of us breathing like we were running the last leg of a 400 meter dash. I began to sense he was getting close to cumming as he started pouring sweat, the veins in his neck starting to stand out. I pushed my tits together even tighter around him as the point of contact between me and his cock became almost a blur.

“Are you gonna cum soon Trevor? Huh? Are you? Are you gonna cum from fucking my big tits baby?” My words stuttered, staccato-fashion in reaction to each hard thrust. I knew my dirty talk would bring him off, talking that way because I wanted to see how much cum he had for me. He simply nodded quickly, any words seeming to escape him because of the calculated concentration he was putting on his impending orgasm, I figured. I teased him even more.

“Are you going to shoot a big load for me? Huh? Gonna shoot your cum all over my tits? Maybe my face too? Well? Are you...? Answer me!”

Trevor’s eyes were practically rolled back into his head but he managed a, “Oh yeah! This is going to be a huge one... oh... oh GOD! FUUUUUCK YESSSS!”

I looked down between my pressed-together breasts just in time to get struck right between the eyes with what was most likely the biggest wad of cum I’d ever seen come out of a guy! I recoiled and pulled my head back slightly in a startled reaction only to be struck by another shot as it hit me hard on the chin, completely coating the underside of my jaw. I instinctively stuck out my tongue, stretching it out to taste his remaining cum as another big streak hit the roof of my mouth, practically filling it. I quickly swallowed what was there only to get plastered with several more gooey wads on my cheeks. I opened my eyes to see Trevor frantically jerking himself off, pointing that big cock at the exposed portions of my tits below my shirt and bra. I counted and felt three hot white globs hitting them, and I automatically started rubbing it all into my skin. Between just having gotten the biggest cum facial I’ve ever received and the rubbing of his hot, sticky cum on my sensitive nipples, I almost came right then!

“UGH! Holy fuck! Ahhhhh...,” Trevor sighed, wobbling towards me in a daze.

Having completely shot his load, Trevor offered his cum-leaking, still-throbbing cock to my mouth which I instantly tried to deep-throat. I gagged slightly, but still kept him in my mouth, sucking really deep and hard. I took the opportunity to open my eyes to look up at him only to find my left eye completely covered with his cum. So I peered up, one eyed, with his cock still slowly moving in and out of my face to see a look of utter amazement on Trevor’s face.

“Jesus Christ Elise... that was fantastic! Oh no, sorry about your eye there...,” Trevor apologized, using his fingers to help wipe the wad out of my eye. We both laughed, “You look completely covered right now! I can’t believe I came that much, but damn, that was so freaking good!”

I thought about what I must look like, laughing, and added, “Yeah, I have never ever had a guy cum that much Trevor! Seriously, I was wondering if you were ever going to quit! Wow... I’m a total mess right now I bet.”

“You have NO idea... I guess we should’ve brought some paper towels or something, huh?”

I agreed, “Damn, that would’ve been a good thing to do–as well as maybe taking off my top before hand! Oh well, not much we can do about it now I suppose.”

As we both cooled down, I looked down at my chest to survey the damage. I had globs of thick white cum all over the tops of my tits and my halter-top and bra had splashes of it all over them. The undersides of my breasts and stomach were all shiny and wet, not to mention how my face must’ve looked!

“Wow Trevor! That was really impressive. But what the hell am I going to do? We have to walk by all those people before I can get to a bathroom to clean up, you know?”

“Yeah, you’re right. Hmmm,” Trevor thought aloud, “Here, I’ll wipe off what I can with the inside of my shirt, ok? And then you can make a mad dash for the bathroom. What do you think?”

“I guess that’s what we’ll have to do. It’s the price you got to pay for lack of foresight!” I joked.

“I concur,” Trevor said with a smile and leaned down, sharing a long slow kiss with me. This surprised me as I still had a bunch of his still-wet cum clinging to my face.

Trevor took his shirt off, turned it inside-out and we together wiped up as much cum as possible off of my face and chest. We straightened ourselves up enough to be somewhat presentable and made a bee-line out of the wooded area to the rest-stop bathrooms. I kept my eyes straight ahead, trying not to make any eye-contact whatsoever with any of the travelers in the picnic area. Trevor and I acted as though nothing had happened out there so as not to draw any attention to ourselves.

Once we got inside, I ran into the bathroom and found it to be completely empty–thank God! I immediately went to one of the sinks and looked at myself in the mirror. Even with Trevor’s wiping up of my face, anybody with a brain could’ve figured out that I had just gotten splattered with cum! I had a couple of lines of it in my hair on the left side, my left eyebrow still had a good portion in it too. We had missed A LOT on my neck as both sides of it were shiny. And the smell… that somewhat acrid, mushroom-like scent of cum was unmistakable.

The worst part though, was my halter top. It looked like somebody had shot me in the chest with a Super Soaker brand squirt gun with watered down mayonnaise! Although I was sort of nervous about the fact that I looked so horrible, it was a complete turn on at the same time. I began to wish that I could’ve seen myself right after Trevor came all over me, to understand what he saw.

I turned on the hot water faucet full blast and started grabbing handfuls of paper towels out of the dispenser. As I was getting them wet, the door opened to the bathroom and two women in their early ‘30s walked in. One of them went directly to a stall, while the other approached the sinks by me. I frantically tried getting the towels wet so that I could retreat to a stall before they saw me, but I had no such luck!

“Hi there sweetie,” the shorter red head said to me.

I acted as though I didn’t hear her over the rush of the water coming out of the faucet, but she didn’t take the hint. ‘Stupid over-polite Midwesterners’, I thought to myself. I kept wetting the paper towels while trying my best not to give away what I was doing.

“Getting washed up are ya?” She continued, washing her hands in the sink to my left.

“Traveling always makes me feel so...gross, I guess. Ya know what I mean?” She looked at me in the mirror for a response, and took in a sharp breath. “What is all that?! Is that what I think?”

I quickly made eye contact with her as my face turned beet red and my stomach flipped. Her eyes were huge, her mouth dropped wide open, staring at my cum splattered shirt. I felt like dying right there! My mind reeled with embarrassment as I searched for some sort of reply. My fight-or-flight response kicked in, and just the ‘fight’ response happened to be the one which came forth.

“What the hell do you care? Yeah, I got cum all over me! So fucking what?!!” I turned away, with moist paper towels in hand to the nearest stall and a big triumphant smile on my face. I added with a muttered, “Nosy bitch...God!”

I slammed the stall door shut for added effect, plopping down on the closed toilet seat. I heard the woman scoff out loud with a “Ugh! The nerve of some people!,” and she stomped out of the bathroom. Her friend followed a minute or two later, most probably to get a run-down of why I’d snapped. I hoped that they’d be disgusted enough to get right in their car and leave. There was no way I wanted to run into that woman ever again.

Having somewhat unsuccessfully made it through that embarrassing moment, I took to the task of getting cleaned up, finally! I dabbed at my face, neck, and hair to clean everything I saw stuck to me in the mirror before I was interrupted. Then I peeled off my shirt, quite literally, as it was still very sticky along with my bra, and became even more turned on when I saw the reddened area between my tits where Trevor’s cock had fucked me a few minutes earlier. Then there was all the flaky, dried areas of cum splotching the skin of my breasts. God he had a lot of cum!

I then started to wipe down my tits with the wet paper towels I had left, really scrubbing to get as clean as possible. As I did this, I had flashbacks of everything that had happened in the last few hours just from sharing a single sexual experience: the performance for the group of strangers on the interstate, sucking and titty-fucking him outside, and then getting caught with remnants of cum all over me by yet another stranger. It all became too fucking hot, as I hadn’t had my own release since this all started, I needed to get off… now!

While I slipped my right hand down into my shorts, I couldn’t help but tweak my achy nipples with my left. I couldn’t believe how wet I was as my fingertips met my pussy. I mean, I’d basically been pretty wet since I’d seen Trevor’s big-ass dick. Our torrid dick-sucking and titfuck session obviously had gotten me even more worked up. I started to think that maybe he and I should’ve just out-and-out fucked back there. With that thought in mind, I went like mad on my clit–using my favorite rapid clockwise motion.

As I applied a bit more pressure, I imagined what it would be like having Trevor behind me, slamming that monstrous-looking cock into my pussy relentlessly. I shook my tits up and down in the same fashion as I knew they would if he were fucking me that way, rubbing away at my clit simultaneously. I had to bite my lower lip hard to keep from moaning out loud it felt so good. I’d masturbated tons of times before, but this quite honestly was one of the best times ever.

After only maybe two minutes fantasizing about a hot doggy-style fuck with Trevor while frigging my clit, I hit that white-light point of a good, hard come. It hit me hard, but I kept rubbing away furiously. I kicked my legs straight out and shook as my intense orgasm flowed through me. I vividly imagined getting completely stuffed full with a cock like Trevor’s, his hips slapping my ass. The plateau of my orgasm seemed to last forever and I felt like I’d never stop. When it finally did, I got a foot cramp.

“Ow! Dammit!,” I muttered.

“Uh, you okay in there?,” asked a friendly female voice from outside my stall.

Shit, somebody came in! I recovered quickly, trying to find my breath after my powerful double-come.

“Uh, Yeah…yeah, I’m okay…just hurt my foot, that’s all. Thanks for asking though!”

“Okay then, take care,” she responded sweetly and promptly left.

Left alone again, I suddenly remembered Trevor. He must have been worried about how I was handling ‘the mess’ we’d created, especially as I’d been in the bathroom for quite awhile. So I jumped up, readjusted my shorts and grabbed my shirt and bra. When I started to put my bra on, I noticed how unwearable it was. It must’ve soaked up a bunch of the cum he’d shot. It was practically stiff. There was no way I was putting it back on, especially since I only had a short jaunt back to the car. I put on my halter, noticing some stiffness on it as well. It was slightly discolored, but I sure as shit wasn’t gonna wash it. All I wanted to do was get the hell out there at that point!

I peeked out of the stall quickly to see if the coast was clear, then folded my bra up as much as possible and wrapped it up in the paper towels I had left. I checked myself in the mirror quick in my rush out of there, and seemed presentable enough. As I walked through the restroom door I saw Trevor standing in the lobby area, the entire lower part of his tank top wet.

“Nice shirt!” we both said simultaneously, then busted out laughing, hard. The scene was pretty funny, most definitely, but there was this sense of urgency to feel safe on my behalf. After all, I’d been busted out once already and was noticeably braless now–and my dried cum-encrusted white halter top would most likely draw attention if anybody looked twice.

“Enough of this place Trevor. Let’s get out of here! Now!” I practically shouted.