Devon was a vivacious, energetic traveler, hell bent on seeing as much of the world before she was willing to settle down. Having grown up in an orphanage she'd never gotten to see anything beyond the couple of trips her schools took her on. The only escape she had was watching the Discovery Channel and seeing all of the exotic locations that the hosts traveled to. She'd busted her ass during high school to get the best grades she could, knowing it was the only way out of the foster care system, then applied to every university in her dream locations. When San Diego State sent an acceptance letter along with an offer for a partial scholarship, Jenny knew where she was headed.
After having lived in a northern climate, the warmth of the San Diego sun certainly agreed with her. Labor Day weekend was spent at the beach, soaking up as much of the sun and the sound of the ocean waves lapping as she could. Having rarely gotten to show off at a pool and never at a beach before, she had raided the clearance racks until finding a purple bikini that went with her cinnamon skin tones. The rest of her weekends through the fall semester were spent traveling to every beach in the area she could get a ride to. Once the bus systems were exhausted, she hopped rides with friends and their friends.
Weekday nights were spent working the kitchens at the schools "All you care to eat" dining hall, scrubbing pans and working prep on salad fixings. Every penny she could went into funding her adventuring, gas money, food, and getting crash space on the couches of peoples hotel rooms. More often than not, the money was used to fund the alcohol budget for the weekend. Most nights she ended up crashed on the couch, trying to fall asleep to the sounds of sex coming from the beds. Some nights Jenny just covered her ears with the pillow and forced herself to sleep and some nights she gave into temptation and worked herself in rhythm to the sounds of her roommates.
It wasn't that she was a virgin, far from it actually, but for Jenny her focus was currently on expanding her new-found freedom and that didn't include room for emotional baggage. That did leave room for the occasional fling when she was out and about traveling, one drunken night leading to her discovery of the joys of a woman's lips upon her flesh and the taste of a sweet pussy upon her tongue. The memory was one she often visited during private time, often leading to a personal debate of her sexuality. At the least though, she was still highly attracted to a thick, hard cock penetrating her wet hole.
As the semesters wore on and the assignments began to pile up, Jenny was finding her free time to roam decreasing along with available partners to explore. She could feel her temper growing shorter with each surprise pop quiz and every trick question that her professors placed on the tests. Just when she was getting to the point that she wasn't sure if she could make it through the third semester in a row, having taken courses during Winter Break, Spring Break finally arrived.
The first afternoon of Spring Break found her eating alone in the schools main cafeteria, having said goodbye to most of her friends as they went home. Being one of the unfortunate many to have never known a permanent home, she'd had no pangs to return to the wintry cold state from where she'd come. Instead, a lust for travel needed to be slaked and so while she munched on a sweet piece of French toast, Devon was making plans for a long trip to see the Sierra Nevada Mountains.
She mapped out the trip using bus routes, it would be a bit of a roundabout way to get there but she'd at least be able to get to her destination. The major bonus was just how cheap it was, otherwise she wasn't sure she'd be able to afford the hotel and what would be the point in going then?
Once back in her room, Devon pulled out the old hiking pack she'd found at a second hand store and began to stuff it with the clothes and necessities that she'd need for the trip. Several bikinis went in with hopes that they would get a good soaking at a hot tub. Snacks, extra socks and panties, and the usual assortment of hygienic products were added in. The last thing she added were a few condoms she'd snagged from outside the health center, with the hope that she might just get a little action over the trip. With the bag packed, Jenny set her alarm clock and settled in for a quick nap, hoping that sleep would overtake her for at least a bit of the time before her departure.
Late that evening found her waiting at the first bus transit station, settled into one of the plastic seats, leg bouncing a bit with excitement. Fingers played with the ends of her dark brown hair, while her eyes kept watch for signs of her first bus to arrive. Every couple of minutes she checked and double checked the time on the ticket, then glanced at the clock till there was only a minute remaining. Not able to withstand the wait any longer, she hopped up and began to pace near the door where the bus would arrive. Finally the diesel engine rumbled up to the curb and the driver stepped out to stretch and open the cargo areas at the bottom of the chassis.
After the debarking passengers took their bags, she detached the fanny pack from her larger pack and slid the large pack into the compartment. Excitedly she hurried up the couple of steps into the bus, passed the driver her ticket, and went to find herself a window seat. Plunking down, she curled up against the side of the bus and watched as the traffic went by, waiting for the bus to depart. Devon was a little surprised at the interior, it was a bit plusher than she'd expected it to be, at least it was more comfortable than the airplane seat she'd had to visit the college.
For the first couple of hours she dozed with her head resting against the side of the bus with a folded sweatshirt to cushion her from the vibrations. She never really let herself fall completely asleep considering that she was among strangers, but was able to catch a few winks worth of rest. The bus itself was at best, half full of travelers which she chalked up to the late night trip. As the first rays of light began to cross the landscape, she made the effort to stay more awake in order to catch the ever changing landscape.
Mid-morning found her grabbing a quick bite to eat at a fast food restaurant while waiting for the next bus to catch. The trucker showers had been the first to beckon at her when she walked into the station, she had forgotten how grungy one could feel after sitting and traveling for a few hours. That and it just felt nice to be alone for a few minutes after having been on public transit for hours, it always felt like there was a pair of eyes upon her.
Hazel eyes glanced at her watch, noting that she should have plenty of time until the next bus was due to arrive. Sitting down on the provided bench, Devon took the time to work a brush through her naturally curly hair. Every now and then she'd gotten the urge to straighten it, then saw what it took to defeat her curls and resigned herself to keeping them. Besides, being as dark as they were, they provided some contrast against her skin and highlighted her neck. The towel wrapped around her torso came up to just under her breasts, letting them get the chance to breathe after being wrapped up in a bra all night. That and she liked looking at her breasts, just big enough that she could wrap them around a thick cock but small enough that there was only a little sag from their weight.
With her hair done, she pulled out a bottle of lotion and began her daily routine of rubbing her whole body down with it. Slowly she rubbed the cocoa butter into her skin, gently lifting her breasts to get the crease under them, then standing up to rub it into her ass. A shiver went up her spine when the tip of her finger caressed the crinkled hole, tempting her to slide it in. If it had felt like a long time since she'd been properly fucked, it had been an even longer time than the last time she'd felt a cock fill her ass.
The finger lingered longer than she intended, the spell only broken when she felt the trickle of her juices begin to slip down the inside of her thigh. Deciding that wouldn't do, she squirted a little more lotion upon her finger and gently slid it up into her tight hole. Her other hand found the top of her slit and dipped two fingers down into the moisture to lube then, then brought up the fingertips to rub her hard clit. Only a couple of minutes passed before she felt her body shudder in a much needed orgasm. Looking into the mirror, she told herself, "Girl, you really need to go get laid."
