The radiance the sun is breaking the crest of the far mountain range as you pull the jeep to a stop and set the brake. We are on a day trip in western Nevada's' high desert mountains. The majesty of the deserts ever-changing colors race across the desert floor below, drawn back to the sun as it rises on the horizon.
I am drawn from the morning's majesty to you turning in your seat beside me. Smiling you strip your sweatshirt over your fiery red hair letting your pendulous bosom hang naked and free.
Draping the garment over the steering wheel you take your crimson mane in hands pulling it behind your head. Sliding a hair tie from your wrist, I watch your boobs jiggle as you make several turns, securing a shoulder length pony tail.
Hands fall to your breasts, fingers cupping and molding them, the nipples already hard from the cool of the morning air. In a low sultry voice you query,
"Lee, would you like me to suck your dick while you watch the Sun rise."
Ogling your breasts, my manhood stirring in my jeans, I nod yes and say, "Nothing would please me more Jen".
Reaching across the seats to work my belt and jeans your hands reach in and free my already burgeoning cock. As if shaking hands with an old friend your firm grip slides up and down my shaft stretching the foreskin over the head and backdown. Teasing a drop of pre-cum from the tip you lean forward and swipe it with your tongue.
Savoring the taste you look me in the eyes, "Are you ready".
Lifting up I push my pants down to knees and settle back in the seat,
"Any time you are Jen".
Leaning forward engulfing the head I feel your tongue as it slathers around and down my shaft. Bobbing up and down on a third of it a few times you plunge your wet mouth fully into my lap.
"Jen," I gasp, "I have never been taken that deep before."
Easing your mouth off of my cock, "It's my hidden talent Lee, glad you like it."
Closing your mouth around my rigid staff I feel what has to be the back of your throat, as your mouth fucks my cock. Stopping occasionally to lick my length and swirl your tongue around the bulging head of my manhood as your smiling eyes stare into mine.
To keep from cumming too soon, I try to focus on the beauty of the morning unfolding through the windshield.
Pausing briefly to catch a breath, "Don't hold back, cum in my mouth Lee, I want your cum in my mouth".
Completely forgetting the scenery, I moan out a response of pleasure as the wet warmth of your mouth engulfs my cock. Every time you go down the full length and come up with a tongue swirl, I get closer to orgasm.
Using your other hand, you grip and massage my balls. I know you feel them tighten, telling you I am almost at the point of no return. My body stiffens, I try to warn you but all I can do is groan and tap your bare shoulder.
My cock seems to swell in size as my seed rushes the length of my shaft spilling into your mouth. Spurt after spurt of sperm is unleashed as your lips tighten around my dick so as not to lose a single drop. The sensation of what can only be your throat muscles gulping as you swallow my semen only serves to increase my pleasure.
As the last of me is oozing from my now spent phallus, you stay with it sucking, tongue twirling and massaging my dick to softness.
Rising from my lap and licking your lips your grin tells me have enjoyed it almost as much as I did.
"Wow, that was a lot of cum Lee. For a minute there I didn't think I could take all of it."
"I have no words that can express the gratification I feel right now," I exhale.
Smiling you tell me, "There's a view farther up the canyon I want to enjoy for a while".
I take your meaning. As you snuggle back into your shirt, I am already thinking about wiping my tongue around your honeypot until it's your turn to cum in my mouth.
With my pants back in place and seatbelts secure you start the jeeps motor. Working a lever, you engage the front wheels. Now in four wheel drive you turn to me,
"We'll need it from here on, it's about to get rough."
We spend the next 20 minutes crawling over large rocks and traversing deep ruts on a trail trying to pass itself of as a road. Civilization far below us you pull up securing the brakes and killing the engine.
Turning in my seat I bring our lips together and a hand to your breast. Tongues dancing, I knead the firm roundness of you flesh.
Moments pass before we stop for air. Opening your door and dropping to the ground you step to the back of the jeep. When I join you, I find you fishing a worn Navajo blanket from behind the seats.