The sun was setting as we got the last of our stuff packed up. Trunk... full. Back seat... mostly full. Travel music play list... set
"And now it begins," I said, looking over the top of the car at him.
We took a trip to his parents' house every year. They both seemed to like me "stealing" their son so that was a nice. The added bonus was access to the lake they lived on... plenty of fun in the sun! A week of nothing to do but lay out on the dock, splash in the water, and mess around on their boat. The only downside is that they live 8 hours away. We usually took off after work on a Friday in order to maximize our "there" time. By changing drivers as needed we could get there in one piece and found the nighttime drive was much less stressful.
"Once more into the breach, dear friends," he replied, quoting Shakespeare. He was like that... always a goofy turn of the phrase that made me smile. We dropped into our seats, clicked our seatbelts, and were off.
As expected, traffic was light. We were able to cruise along in the right lane without having to pass too many people. I watched the city slide by as we moved from circles of light along the interstate in the city to what my husband had named "The Long Darks"... the stretches of road between cities where it was just us in a cocoon of darkness, like we were the only people in the world.
My husband shifted in his seat.
"A little early for ABS, isn't it?" ABS... another of his little weirdisms... it stood for Achy Butt Syndrome. The first time he said it I rolled my eyes. After several trips, it was a permanent entry in our personal dictionary.
He gave me a look that was half sheepish, half annoyed.
"It's not ABS."
I looked at him quizzically. He's normally a very laid back guy. Getting road raged this early into a trip wasn't like him.
"It's the seatbelt. It's rubbing against me and..." he gestured to his crotch.
"What?" I asked, not getting it. "It's chafing?"
"No... I've got a hard on."
I burst out laughing. I wasn't expecting that! The look on his face, lit by the light of the dash, was priceless. He wasn't finding it funny at all...which made me laugh all the harder.
"Aww, poor baby... Ism's horny?" I asked in baby talk.
He just growled at me in response.
I reached my left hand over, running it up his thigh towards his crotch. I expected to find a bit of a chubby. Instead my hand brushed over a full-mast erection, straining against the fabric of his shorts.
"Damn... the seatbelt did THAT? If I'd have known a little light bondage would get to you that much I would have suggested a few additions to our bedroom. Ropes, chains, sex swing..."
"Ha ha, very funny." He paused. "You know that's not helping."
I realized I hadn't stopped stroking him. The feeling of his hard cock against the smoothness of the fabric was almost hypnotizing. He groaned, shifting in his seat again, half trying to get away from me and half pushing back against my hand, wanting more.
I looked around. We were deep into a long dark stretch. A quick glance at the clock let me calculate at least 30 minutes from the next town and pools of light. I licked my lips, debating... then, decision made, I popped my seatbelt loose.
"What are you doing?"
I didn't answer. I shifted onto my knees in my seat, giving me both hands to work with. The button on his shorts was easy but the zipper...
"Lift your ass a bit."
He complied, giving me fabric enough to get his zipper down. Fishing into his boxers, I pulled his hard cock out, giving it a couple strokes. Then, dropping my head into his lap, I engulfed him.
Believe it or not, this was my first road head. I wasn't ready for the angle, my teeth brushing across the sensitive skin before I opened wider. His groan was very loud in the enclosed space, as was the sound of rumble strips on the tires.
"Keep your eyes on the road, Seatbelt Boy!" I commanded before sucking him into my mouth again.
The position worked really well. I was able to take him as deep as I could plus had a hand free to jerk him at the same time. Part of me wanted to prolong this, to revel in driving him crazy, to lose myself in the feeling of my tongue sliding over his smooth skin, feeling the heavy veins throb, taste the salty sweetness of his precum. The other part had no patience. Make him cum, hard and NOW.
I compromised. I slowed my hand on his shaft, mirroring the speed with my mouth. I spent extra time sucking on the head of his cock each time I pulled up, never letting him out of my mouth and swirling my tongue before swallowing him again. It was a good rhythm and I could tell from his moans that it was working. I wished his balls were accessible but between the belt and his shorts I couldn't get to them. He loves it when I suck one into my mouth...
"I'm close," he rasped.
I jerked on him harder, holding the head of his cock in my mouth, tongue in overdrive, waiting for that first scalding spurt. His cock jerked in my hand and there it was, hot and salty. It was followed by several more. I kept jerking and tonguing him until he was begging me to stop. I sat up and met his eyes before swallowing his load in a gulp. With a satisfied smile, I plopped back in my seat and reclicked my seatbelt, leaving his cock out.
"Wow... that was amazing! Thank you."
