You asked for a fantasy that I had – there certainly are a million of them to choose from with you as the star. I chose this one, not because it's my top fantasy of all time, I'm not even sure which one that would be, but because this is one I had recently and it stayed in my mind for days afterwards.
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"Oh, look," Carrie says "another adult bookstore. What is that? The 5
th
one we've seen on this highway?
"Yeah, at least," I reply, "what is it about highways in rural Missouri? I guess truckers must be the horniest profession known to man."
We watched the signs as we passed by the XXX Adult and Novelty Store. There were a couple cars in the parking lot, but probably not more than the folks who worked there. Carrie and I were on a drive back from her family's reunion in some god and culture forsaken spot in southern Missouri. I was driving and she was sitting in the passenger's seat with her beautiful legs kicked up on the dash. She had the seat reclined back a little and I could see her pink t-shirt ridding up on her belly. Hmmm, it did look good.
She has such a great body. She's tall and thin, blond hair and blue eyes – but one of those girls who has no idea how beautiful she is. That's all right by me though, because I know how pretty she is – enough so I couldn't think of not having her around for the rest of my life, which I guess is one of the reasons I proposed to her. But that's another story for another day.
"Whoa, wait a minute," she exclaimed. "Look at that one."
Another building was coming up – and yep, it was another adult bookstore / video rental place. I could see at once what caught her eye. Even though this one was further off the road and didn't have any advertising that I could see, the parking lot was packed. Well, not packed like a football game, but there were 10 or so cars there. And since it was such a tiny parking lot, there were cars parked on the grass.
"I wonder what makes that place so special," she asked.
"Well, we could always go see what makes this place so different." I replied.
"Oh, let's go!" she exclaimed while grabbing my leg. I was horny as it was just sitting next to her, so when she grabbed me I almost forgot about the traffic around us.
We pulled in to the lot, as another car left – opening up a great parking spot right at the door. The building was painted a dark blue color and just had one sign out front that said – Pleasure-land Erotic Adventures. The windows were tinted but there was an open sign hanging in the door.
As we pushed open the door, the counter girl looked up from her book. She just glanced at us and then went back to reading. She was sprawled on a barstool with her legs kicked up on the counter and was smoking a cigarette. Obviously, this place had a casual atmosphere to say the least. There were racks of books and videos, toys and games all around, but only one other couple to be seen. It didn't look like there was a theater or anywhere else folks could be hiding.
"What's the deal with all the cars out front?" I asked the counter girl. "Where are all the people hiding?" She pushed back from the counter and looked Carrie and I up and down. I noticed how her eyes lingered a little long over Carrie's exquisite legs before looking up. I couldn't really blame her, I spend a lot of time distracted by Carrie's body as well.
"You guys must not be from around this area," she said. We nodded. "Most of those cars are dropped off here while everyone's on tour."
"Tour? Carrie asked.
"Yeah" she replied. "We have a local group that organizes a mix of camping trips and fuck fests every quarter." Her bluntness was completely natural – although her hair color – bright blue streaks in black hair – and her boobs were obviously artificial.
"They all load up on a bus with long couches and coolers and invade local parks or out of the way hotels for the weekend." She looked at Carrie. "You should go sometime; I bet we could have a blast."
I saw Carrie blush and shift her weight from one foot to another. "Hmmm," she said, noncommittally, but she took the flyer the counter girl thrust into her hands. "We're from out of town, so we'll have to pass for now."
"Well, let me know if you change your mind," she said coyly and went back to her book.
Carrie and I moved off among the racks, looking around. There were the usual videos and such. But I noticed something I hadn't seen before.
"Hey honey, come take a look at this." I called. Carrie came over to where I was standing and grabbed me around the waist, hugging me from behind. She saw right away what I was looking at.
On the wall in front of us was some sort of collection of art and other posters created by amateurs or locals – perhaps part of that tour club. There were posters that outlined camping trips with Polaroid's of nakedness and sex acts. There were pages that were just some person's "home page" with articles and photos of themselves. In one area was a "Fantasy posting board." It had pages of computer paper stuck up there in several categories. Each page had a brief – or sometimes really detailed fantasy – and then a person's name at the bottom. Most of them had either a photo or a phone number as well. It was obvious that if you read a fantasy that really turned you on, these folks were inviting you to drop them a line – perhaps to enact that same fantasy.
There were several that only increased the hardness of my cock that was straining against my shorts. And Carrie wasn't helping matters at all with her breasts pressed against my back. She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath.
"Hmmm, look at this one," I said. This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail." It was a story about a girl who liked to be spanked and punished.
"I like this one." Carrie said, pointing to another. "I really think we should try and work this one into our next date." The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues. I felt her left hand slip past the waistband of my shorts. My breath caught as her cool fingers encircled my cock.
"Did you see this one?" The voice surprised us both. We turned to see the counter girl who had come up behind us. She pointed to a long-full page story. "It's my favorite."
Her hand rested on the page as we read what she was pointing at. I saw a faint smile at the corner of her mouth as she noticed where my fiancé's left hand had disappeared to. Carrie must have noticed as well, but she was too turned on to let go.
(And I surely didn't want her to pull back either!)
The story involved a girl in college who had gotten fired from her waitress job and was having trouble making ends meet. She moved in with one of her friends and her husband for a time – taking their extra bedroom. Of course, one thing led to another and before the story was halfway through the three of them were sharing a bed and a home in a continual fuck-fest.
I felt Carrie squirming against my back as she read. I could almost feel the hardness of her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. I groaned out loud as her hand pulled slowly out of my shorts to push back a wisp of hair that had fallen across her eyes.
"That's hot," she said. "I can see why you like that." She reached out her hand. "I'm Carrie and this is my fiancé, Kaiser. This is about the hottest thing I've ever seen at a video store. You must love working here."
"I'm Tina," the counter girl said. "Yeah, it's a great job. Not only do I have time to study, but whenever things get lonely here, I've got a ton of things that get my pussy hot and there's no security cameras to see me if I masturbate.
"Wait, a minute, how come your nametag says Holly?" I asked.