Chapter 48

It’s a warm day when the pair leaves for the country. Alan has found a nice little cabin by a lake them. It’s private, secluded. They can not only have fun indoors, but outdoors as well. Sandy in the passenger seat, her head partially hanging out the window to catch the cool wind as it whips by.

As the man winds them through the tree lined road, his hand slithers across the gap between them and he gently strokes her hind leg, sliding inward. They do not look at each other. Alan’s eyes are on the road. Sandy knows who it is touching her. He slides his palm down the inside of her thigh, so that the tips of his fingers barely brush her pussy. Her legs widen, but just a little, she doesn’t want to forgo the cool wind yet. But Alan has other ideas. He reaches across, pushes her other hind leg up against the door and then pulls the first toward him. Sandy gives in, rolling to a more comfortable position, showing her belly to the man. Her head leans against the door, nose pointed upward toward the ceiling and the outside world.

Her wetness is evident as the man dances his fingertips across her cunt. He gently parts the small opening with two fingers, gently caressing just inside to stroke the tiny piece of flesh hidden within with feathery strokes. Her breath shudders when he stops. He licks his fingers, getting them all wet and slippery. Then his hand is back where it left off. He starts tracing around her furry twat, making it damp, getting closer and closer to her center. Swirling his fingers around it, Sandy’s pelvis writhes and almost buck. He slips a finger inside. Her pussy is ripe and ready. She is so wet. His digits are soaked. The man brings his hand back to lick the dripping fingers. His lips are now coated with her essence. He loves tasting her. He needs to taste her more. He wants to share her taste.

Alan’s eyes scan the road ahead, quickly finding a gap in the line of trees, a break in them. He slows the car and pulls off the road into that small clearing. Looking around he sees that it is the perfect spot, nicely hidden but still able to see the entire road both ways. It would make a good place for a cop to hide and make a speed trap. He doesn’t doubt that that is what it is used for. Sandy seems antsy, and he knows why.

Cutting off the car, he leans over taking both sides of her face in his hands. The man presses his mouth to hers. By now Sandy knows exactly what to do and they are well practiced. Their tongue lap and dance to and fro between one another’s mouths. This moment is about them as if they are the only ones on the road. And while technically they are, it feels as if they are the last human and dog left in the world. Nothing really matters for Alan except Sandy ... and maybe mother ... He shakes the thought from his mind. He is here with Sandy, this is about her. He can tell her all about it when he gets home. But it’s going to have to be over the phone...

Their mouth smack, their tongues dance. With Sandy already lying back, exposing her belly with her luscious sets of breasts, Alan pulls away, breaking their kiss. He turns his head and looks her directly into her beautiful brown eyes. “We’re going to make love, Sandy,” he murmurs feeling heady. “This will be our first adventure in our little adventure.” He smiles as he unzips his pants and then lowers them just enough to be clear of the zipper. They are in the car after all, and maneuverability is not exactly the best.

With his hand, he encircles his cock, slowly moving up and down the length. He sees Sandy open her mouth. Her tongue dips out just ever so slightly. He grins at her. “Would you like to suck it?” He knows that she cannot quite suck it, but he has no other way to describe the half sucking, half licking that she does. So he considers it a blowjob nonetheless.

She whimpers and quickly flips over and spins round to face him. The dog’s tongue lashes out for a coy teasing lick on the tip of his prick before she crooks her head. Then she leans forward and engulfs him, careful not to bite or scrape him with her sharp teeth. She swallows him down like she would if he had given her a hotdog to eat. How he would like to just sit back and enjoy her slick, wet mouth sucking him, his cockhead nudging into her throat, but he has to stay aware of the road. Granted they are hidden, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be seen. Someone may get curious or feel helpful. Heaven forbid it be a cop wanting to do a little ticket writing.

She pulls back off after a few seconds of her throat undulating on him. She task a gasping breath and whimpers a little before wrapping her mouth muscle around the head multiple times. It drives the man wild when she flicker it like this on the sensitive underside. Alan is as hard as he has ever been as he licks his finger and reaches across her back, slithering down under her tail. As she swallows him again he slips to the first opening he comes across. Sandy has gotten used to his fingers being in either hole since this all began. She finds it just as stimulating as any human woman. Alan figures that is the case too because never does she show discomfort or trying to avoid his invasion. If anything she seems more enthusiastic about it, like now as her more tightens a little and she whimpers vibrations of her pleasure through the shaft of his meat stick. He eases the digit inside, until the bulk of his hand is stopped because it cannot go any further.

The man pumps in and out. Sandy pulls off and looks up. She leans upward for a brief lick, telling him that she is indeed enjoying his intrusion into her backdoor. The car just isn’t doing it for Alan. He makes a decision. This is supposed to be a trip that bonds them completely together to solidify what they have. He needs to do it right, he needs to be bold. Pulling his finger from her, he says, “Let’s get out, girl. We’re going to fuck outside. Screw it if we’re seen. What are they going to do?”