Chapter 2

The walk through the parking lot had me on edge. On the surface, we were simply conversing, but a thick current of sexual tension washed over me, making every breath a mini-orgasm and each step a reminder that my pussy was so wet that my thighs were soaked. Always the gentleman, Geoff walked me to his unassuming but very nice car, an SUV. His hand was at the small of my back, low enough to force my body to crave his hand to go lower, but high enough to avoid pawing at my plump ass like an animal. The blinkers on his vehicle blipped as he hit the button on the key fob to unlock it.

Seizing the opportunity, I stretched and bent my body into enticing postures as I prepared to begin climbing into the high-riding SUV. My left leg rose to the floorboard, and the slit in my skirt opened, showing off the entirety of my leg and revealing nothing but flesh up past my hip. I felt his steadying hand just above my hip bone, Geoff ensuring that I made the climb into his car.

“Mmm,” I moaned. “When we get to my place, I want your hands everywhere on my body.”

Smiling seductively over my shoulder, My hand reached back, grabbing his. Geoff smiled into my eyes when I forced his hand lower, encouraging him to feel my taut behind. Not only did Geoff not disappoint, but he took the initiative, sending my steamy arousal to new heights.

His masculine hand caressed the contours of my buttocks, then he squeezed my ass with just enough pressure and needy desire to elicit a moan from my impassioned mouth. My hips responded on instinct, thrusting my behind into his groin.

“Ooh, mmm,” I moaned. The supple cheeks of my well-formed posterior were rubbing against solid steel. He was so hard for me that my desire exploded, my breath coming in heaves.

My body nearly collapsed when his other hand snaked through the slit in my skirt, his fingers immediately finding the sodden folds of my molten honeypot. My teeth gnawed on my lower lip as his gentle teasing caused my knees to buckle. His fingers were magic, stroking, caressing, and teasing. Within seconds, I felt the overwhelming sensation of raw rapture possessing me. I was seconds away from another orgasm.

“Oh! Why’d you stop?” I whined.

“You planned the date,” he smirked, knowing that he was driving me insane. “You said to drive you home, not give you multiple orgasms in the parking lot.”

“But I need to fucking cum, you bastard.”

“Fret not, my goddess. You said you like to play and play we shall.”

“Fine!”

I climbed into his car, impressed that it was clean and unpretentious. My eyes scanned his perfect body as he walked around the SUV. Those broad shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist made my blood boil. Geoff’s obvious muscles rippled under his linen frock, and those hypnotic eyes made me so wet.

Before he’d made it around the car, I swiveled in my seat, facing the driver’s side door. An impassioned grin adorned my face as I spread my legs, putting one foot on the dash and bending my knee into the back of my seat. My hand quickly pulled the wispy fabric of my peasant skirt away, exposing my aching slit. Before my date had even opened the door, I was furiously masturbating, knowing he’d see my fingers plunging into my soaked hole while my other hand tugged on my swollen clit.

He opened the door, and as soon as he saw me splayed out, fingering my aching pussy in earnest, Geoff stopped with one hand on the door, and he watched me with a devilish smile on his lips. The large bulge in his jeans drew my eyes, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

“Pull it out,” I begged, my words coming in moans. “I need to see your fucking cock. Stroke it to me.”

Most guys would feel embarrassed or intimidated, but not my fate. Geoff winked at me and unbuttoned his pants. His cock, already half-hard, flopped out, and I moaned with desire at the sight. I’d hoped he was well-endowed, and his manhood was like the rest of him, far beyond my wildest dreams.

His fleshy shaft was beautiful, mesmerizing, and lust-inducing. Even semi-flaccid, it was as thick around as my wrist. My jaw reflexively opened so wide that my jaw hurt as I imagined him fucking my face with that lance of pleasure. The head was perfect, not too bulbous, and as his already impressive member grew, I moaned.

“Fucking jerk your cock. Make me cum while I see how much you want me.”

Nonplussed that he was standing in a public parking lot stroking his cock, Geoff humored my passionate begging and stroked his meat while he watched me plunge three fingers into my quivering snatch. At full mast, the length was almost eight inches, but the girth, I knew, would stretch me like I’ve never felt, before.

It took a monumental effort, but right when my legs began quivering in pre-orgasmic convulsions, I forced myself to stop masturbating. My sodden fingers withdrew from my pulsing hole, and they dripped with my nectar.

“Get in and drive, but don’t zip up. I need that monster cock of yours in my mouth right now.”

As soon as he started the SUV, I knelt in my seat, my ass pressed against the passenger window, and began fondling his enticing manhood.

“Take that exit to the highway.” I pointed. “And get in the lane the second from the right. Take the second exit, and turn left. I want some more booze for tonight.”

I stopped stroking his meat and sat upright, my pussy still on display. Geoff’s eyes wandered up my bare leg, heating my flesh, and stopping at my dripping cunt. He smiled at the neatly trimmed patch of my naturally red pubic hair above my cum-soaked clit. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out another gummy, popping it into my mouth. Noting his smile, I licked my juices off my fingers.

“If my partying is a problem for you, we won’t work out,” I confessed. “Trust me, it’s not a problem. I only let loose when I have nothing left to do, no responsibilities, and plenty of time to recover.”

“Actually,” he smiled. “I was going to ask you what sort of booze you wanted to pick up.”

“Oh! Sorry. I’m so used to being negatively judged. Tequila for me. I’m going to hump that monster cock of yours until one of us breaks. Now, what do you want me to do tonight?”

My hand returned to his cock, followed by my mouth. I lunged my lips over the broad head, stretching my jaw, so I could force the shaft down my throat.

“You planned the date, remember?”

I pulled my head from his crotch. Tendrils of saliva dripped from my mouth.

“I’ll do anything you want; just name it. I told you that I’m a fucking whore with no limits.”

“Very few limits,” he repeated. “Just be yourself.”

I smiled seductively, running my hands over his finely chiseled chest.

“Challenge accepted. Now drive. You can cum down my throat if you want unless you’d rather blast it on my face.”

As Geoff drove, turning on some rock music, I savored his cock. The skin of that huge chunk of meat was soft and supple, and my lips glided over the smoothness. I grabbed his hand from the steering wheel and forcibly shoved it against the back of my head. My fingers clenched, causing him to grip a handful of my hair. A few hard shoves on his hand, forcing my face down on the shaft, gave him the idea, and Geoff was soon controlling me, making my face fuck his hard cock.

Losing myself in lust, my fingers found their way back to my aching treasure box. As I sucked his turgid cock, Geoff using my mouth to pleasure himself, I matched the pace with my fingers, fucking myself to the rhythm.

I felt the car slow, then stop.

“Why did we stop?” I asked, pulling my head away from his magic cock. Although we’d only driven a few minutes, most guys would have unloaded by then.

“Accident at the off-ramp.”

Geoff pointed ahead. We were about halfway up the off-ramp, in the left-hand lane. I could see flashing lights and commotion ahead, although the van in front of us obscured most of my view. To my right was a big, shiny eighteen-wheeler. The semi’s trailer advertised a winery.

“We’re trapped,” I lamented in mock despair. “What shall we do as we wait?”

I didn’t expect him to respond, and he didn’t. Geoff just smiled at me, his soulful expression making my nipples tingle. Seeing the lustful expression made my arousal soar into the stratosphere, and I opened my legs, fingering myself with fury. Penetrating my cunt with two fingers, the sloshing sounds of my wetness turned me on.

“I’m so fucking wet.”

My head shook from side to side as ecstasy filled me. As I convulsed in pleasure, I happened to see the trucker in the semi next to us. He was looking down at me, smiling.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned. “He’s watching me!”

I studied Geoff, trying not to lose myself in his perfect features. He showed neither shock nor jealousy. I smiled at him, wiping my cunt juice over his lips, then turned and waved at the trucker.

“Do you really want me to be myself?” I asked.

Geoff chuckled. “I insist.”

His tone was perfect, full of acceptance, comfort, and strength. Not only did he not seem to mind, but something told me that no matter what I wanted, he’d keep me safe.

“Remember,” I warned. “You asked for this!”

I rolled down the window and stuck my arm out, waving frantically at the teamster stuck next to us. The burly, bearded man squinted at me, his eyes scrunching. He shrugged, then opened his window.

“Hi, big daddy!” I said, smiling. “Where you headed?”

“The rest stop about fifty miles yonder.” He openly eyes my exposed pussy. His voice held awe and disbelief. “I’ve heard about women like you on the road, but I always thought they were tall tales.”

“Sorry,” I apologized. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Offend me? Honey, I’ll remember you until the day I die. Wanna meet me down the road?”

“Sorry, I’m headed in the other direction. But if you don’t mind, I’ll go back to what I was doing—on one condition, though.”

“Hmm?” He smiled, watching my hand plunge between my thighs.

“Promise me you’ll watch and jerk off to me later.”

“Deal.”

Sheepishly, I turned to look at Geoff. My past history told me exactly what was about to happen. He’d be frowning at me, call me a whore in a bad way, and tell me to get lost. To my dismay, he was smiling broadly, his swollen cock still standing tall.

“You’re not pissed that I’m such a nasty slut?”

“Pissed? More turned on over how free and hot you are.”

“Then give me more of your cock, but after the liquor store, head down the road a bit more to the strip club. I want to tell you all the nasty, dirty, perverted things I like to do while some sexy woman grinds her ass all over us.”

“Us?” He smiled.

“Shut up and give me your fucking cock.”

“Hey, big teamster guy! You got a phone?”

The bearded trucker smiled and nodded, grabbing his cell phone from the dashboard cradle.

“Why don’t you video me sucking off my boyfriend while I finger myself. Oh, and if you post it online like some big fucking pervert, my name is Amber.”

“Woo-hoo!” he screamed, pointing his phone at me.

Hamming it up, much to my smiling date’s delight, I sat up straight and pulled my top over my breasts, fondling my hard, tingling nipples.

“My name’s Amber,” I said to his phone. “And I’m a horny slut.”

Not bothering to cover my luscious tits with pesky clothing, I turned back to Geoff, facing him. I squirmed around until I was kneeling once more and bent forward, his hard cock coming within inches of my eager mouth. That alone wouldn’t do, so I hiked up my skirt, exposing my ass to the trucker and his cellphone camera, and fingered myself as my mouth engulfed his hardness once more.

The sounds of my self-fucking filled the car, and I moaned over his cock as I plunged my mouth up and down the man-flesh. His was so big that I could barely get my lips halfway down the shaft.

“Promise me that you’ll fuck me with that monster for hours. Please! I’ll do anything to get that inside me.”

I didn’t wait for an answer and returned to my oral pleasures. Sucking a hard cock always got my motor revving, and by alternating the hand between my legs from my cunt-hole to my clit, I quickly felt the throes of a massive orgasm building in my molten core. As soon as my thighs began trembling, I clamped my mouth down on his hardness and forced as much of the length down my throat as I could.

My back began spasming, my entire body overheating, and I moaned on his meat as convulsive waves of pleasure shot through my body.

“I’m fucking cumming!” I wailed.

The orgasmic pleasure tore through my soul, making my heart thunder as my flesh burned in blissful agony. My hips bucked back and forth, making the car rock, as wave after wave of cosmic pleasure ripped my body to shreds. Insane with lust, I kept pounding my fingers into my snatch. My hot nectar poured from my gushing hole, and I moaned and cursed with wild abandon.

Just then, I felt Geoff’s SUV lurch forward.

“Coast is clear.”

I sighed and sat in my seat properly. The trucker beside me was still staring, his phone pointed directly at me. Smiling, I cupped my full, swollen orbs and rubbed my pussy juice on my nipples.

“Did you like that?” I asked him, not expecting an answer.

I rolled up the window as we moved forward, finally able to leave the exit ramp. With the trucker still staring, pacing us, I plunged my index finger back into my cunt and then used my sex juice to draw a heart shape on the window as I waved goodbye to him. He blasted his airhorn for me as he went his way, and we turned in the opposite direction.

“I’m like that almost all the time, Geoff. So if you have a problem with that...”

“My only problem,” he interrupted, “is that you didn’t tell me which brand of tequila you prefer.”

I stopped, stunned. “Wait. You really don’t mind?”

He only smiled that pussy-drenching roguish smirk of his and shook his head to the negative. Even the way his long hair bobbed was sexy.

“There’s the strip club! Let’s go. My treat, since I planned this date.” My still-bare breasts jiggled a bit as I pointed. Geoff was eying my tits with hunger in his eyes.

“Don’t stare at my tits,” I scolded. “Touch them. Please fucking touch me.”

Driving with one hand on the wheel, my sexy date fondled my heaving breasts as he drove to the strip club. Since his cock was still out and hard as tempered steel, I stroked it, making it glisten with the sexual nectar on my hand and fingers. His manhood was so thick that I couldn’t wrap my fingers completely around it.

“When we get inside, I’m going to find the hottest dancer and get a lap dance. I want you to get hard watching me.”

“That won’t be a problem.”

He pulled into the spacious parking lot. There were more than a few cars there, but not as many as I’d suspected. Geoff smiled and opened his door. I opened mine, but a friendly, chivalrous glance reminded me that he’s always the gentleman. So horny that I feared I’d explode, I waited for him to walk around the car to open my door. He opened the passenger side, and his SUV was just high enough that the seat was almost up to eye level.

Feeling naughty, I swung around in the seat, my legs extending out the door, and spread my thighs, showing him my sopping wet sex. Geoff smiled and leered at me. With him, his perverted, lust-filled stares weren’t disconcerting; they made the fires of lust erupt into a volcanic explosion. I mentally willed him to reach out and finger me, but only smiled alluringly.

“Ooh! Ah! Mmm,” I erupted, then moaned, in startled surprise.

Geoff didn’t extend his hand to help me out of the vehicle. When he saw me splayed out like the horny slut I am, his arms snaked out, gripping me by the waist, and he lowered his head between my outstretched legs. I moaned when his hot breath tickled my swollen clit. When his tongue flew over my clit, I lost control and grabbed his handsome head, pulling it into my flowing pussy.

I didn’t just sit there or lie back and let him feast on my sex; I humped his mouth, my hips slamming against his lips and tongue.

“Fuck, yes! Fucking eat my slutty cunt! Make me cum. I’m your whore. Fucking fuck! Oh, so good. I’m fucking cumming!”

The hotness of having my cunt licked in public, in front of a strip club, no less, shoved me off the cliffs of pleasure almost instantly. My back contorted into impossible curves as the pleasure consumed me, and I quickly dove deep into the waters of bliss. Geoff’s oral skills were amazing, and the fact that I lost in wild sexual abandon also helped.

His mouth and tongue writhed up and down, his tongue swirling over my pleasure nub, as my orgasm crested. He managed to maintain contact as my hips bucked up and down, lessening the speed and pressure but extending each crest. Just when I thought my earth-shattering orgasm was over, I felt one of his fingers slam into my dripping hole. As he did that, his tongue became a whirlwind, flying over every pleasure nerve down there, and another orgasm quickly built.

I hadn’t even come down from the last orgasm, but he was playing my body like a virtuoso plays their instrument, making it do things I’d never thought possible. My moans increased, and I heard myself begging him to keep going. Right before another orgasm ambushed me, Geoff’s finger pistoning in and out of me, I felt another finger probe my sphincter.