Road Trip - Part 1 - The Rest Stop

We are driving on a long highway. The road is empty and boring. The weather is warm and you are wearing a light summer dress.

While I’m focused on the road, you slowly slide your cotton panties, around your ass, and down your bare legs. You are feeling so naughty, you raise the back of your dress up, so your bare ass is on the warm car seat.

You slowly take your panties and hold them under my nose. I jerk back for a second and ask “What are you doing? I’m driving.” You lean close to me. ‘‘I removed my panties, so when you find a place to stop, you can fuck my wet pussy.” Your hand goes to my crotch and you slowly stroke my hardening dick through my pants.

We pass a sign. “Next Rest Stop 10 miles”

“Will you last 10 miles?” You ask as one hand slowly strokes me, and your other hand slowly rubs your pussy. “Mmmm my pussy is so wet.” And you take your fingers and rub them across my lips. I lick my lips. “Mmmm yes you are.”

As we get closer you grab my cock through my pants. You feel how hard I am. “I’m so tempted to suck you off while you’re driving.” You say in a devilish voice. “Please my love, don’t. We are getting closer. When we get there, my cock is all yours.” You squeeze it once more. “Don’t forget that I want you to make me cum too, lover.” And you lick my earlobe.

I focus on the road.

You see the rest stop. It’s a small group of buildings. Restrooms for men & women, snack & soda machines, a large map on a sign saying “You are Here”, and some picnic tables near trees. The place is mostly empty. A large truck is parked, and a minivan with a family on vacation, are stopped and using the facilities.

“Damn I thought it would be empty.” You hear me say. You grab my hand, a blanket from the backseat, and say “Come this way.”

The family with the kids are at the vending machines, and don’t seem to notice us, as you lead me to a table with lots of shade. You place the blanket on the top like a table cloth. Then sit on it, your legs spread, showing me your bare pussy. “Lick my pussy.” You command.

I position myself on the bench so my head is between your thighs.

My tongue slowly licks up and down your wet pussy lips. Up, around your sensitive clit, then down. You feel the tip of my tongue teasingly lick between your lips. As I’m licking, my hand is stroking my cock through my pants. I lick around and suck your clit. You grab my head as you feel my suction on your clit.

I undo my pants and they fall to my ankles, as I get my cock nice and hard.

“Want me to fuck you? Or finger and suck you first?” I ask.

You pull your breasts free from your dress. Your nipples are hard.

“Fuck me now” you say in a breathy voice.

I stand up and guide my hard cock into you. You wrap your legs around me.

You feel the tip go in and out. Then I go deeper. You feel my shaft going in and out. Your pussy is so wet, my cock moves smoothly.

You pull my chest against yours as you enjoy the feeling of me inside of you. My shirt rubs against your hard nipples.

I keep fucking you and you hold me tight.

“Do want me to cum in your pussy? Or somewhere else?” I ask

“Fill my pussy” you say. My cock is so slick with pre-cum.

I thrust and hold it as my cum fills your wet pussy. We kiss each other hard as my cock throbs inside of your pussy.

“Cum for me, my love.” I say. “Make me cum for you.” You respond.

With my cock still inside you, I rub your clit in small fast circles.

“I’m going to make you cum.” I say as I rub your clit and pull your nipple.

I do this faster and harder. You feel my cock getting hard again inside of you. You are breathing harder and moaning a bit.

“That’s it. Cum for me.” I feel you squeeze my body. Your wet pussy pulsing around my cock.

You moan loudly and it echoes a bit.

I kiss you again. “Dear, we need to get going. Let’s use the restrooms to clean up. And get back on the road.” You feel my softening cock slip from you. I pull up my pants, then help you to your feet. I grab the blanket as you walk into the ladies room.

After a few minutes, we are back on the road.

(This was Part 1 of 3 of the Road Trip. I hope you enjoyed it. It is one of the first stories I wrote, years ago, but I think it still holds up. If you enjoyed it Like and Comment. If you enjoy my writings, Follow and Subscribe. See you next time.)

At the Cabin by the Lake

*Whizzzz* 

*Plop*

That is such a relaxing sound. Sitting on the dock, doing a quick cast into the lake, and the only other sounds are birds and an occasional bug. Slowly you reel your line back in. Reel, stop, tug the line, stop, reel, stop. This is so much more relaxing than being in the city. Sitting on a folding chair, watching as the early morning sun is trying to rise above the mountains, and breathing in the cool morning air.

If your brother ever wants to get rid of this place, you’ll buy it, regardless of the price. The soft sound of footsteps on the wooden slats of the dock catches your attention. Your lover walks out wearing a pair of sweat pants, a tight t-shirt, and a pair of moccasins. In his hands are cups of coffee. He walks quietly up to you. “I brought you a mug.” He whispers as he extends it to you.

You take it with your right hand as your left one holds the rod. You sip, tasting the hot, dark, bitter brew. “Thanks” you whisper back. “Are you sure you don’t want to fish for a bit?”

He shakes his head as he drinks his cup. “Nope. I’ve never been fishing. I’d hate for my girl to show me up.” He says with a grin and a wink.

You lean towards him and kiss him on the cheek. “If I don’t catch anything soon, do you want to take out the canoe?”

He softly caresses your ass through your jeans, “Maybe. There are other things I’d like to try this time.”

You feel something nibble on your bait, so you hand him the coffee mug, and try to tease the fish a bit more before setting the hook.

*Splash* 

You see a fish break the surface of the water as you jerk and set the hook. It tries to run, but you reel it in. Your lover grabs the dip net and helps pull it in. It’s a good sized large mouth bass. No longer whispering, you say “Let me clean this and we can have it for either lunch or dinner.”

“Ok, if we have it for dinner, I’ll pack us a picnic lunch to take on the canoe.” He says as he carries both coffee mugs to the wooden table near the dock. On it is an old news paper, a trash bag, and the filet knife, along with the tackle box. Your lover sets down the mugs and spreads out the paper as you hold the lower lip of the fish and remove the hook.

Carrying it over, you gut and clean it. By the time you finish, your lover returned with some plastic zip lock bags for the fillets. “You really know how to do all of that.” He comments.

You wipe your hands clean, then roll up the messy newspaper and put it in the trash bag. He comes closer and kisses you again. “When you told me you wanted to go fishing, then told me about rubber worms, spinners, buzz baits, and spoons, I really though you were trying to tease me with the offer of adult toys.”

You hug him, feeling his toned chest through his t-shirt. “No, I was serious. Though I wouldn’t mind having you use a “buzzer” on me later.”

“You smell like fish.” He says, trying to step back from you. “Why don’t you take a shower, and I’ll make us some breakfast.”

You lick your lips. “Do you have your beefy sausage for me?”

He smiles, “Not until you smell better.”

You give him an exaggerated pout, “I thought you liked a fishy smell.”

He chuckles, “On your worst day, you never smelled as bad as a freshly gutted fish. If you did, I wouldn’t lick you the way I do.”

“Ok.” You say gathering everything up. “Let me put things away and take a shower. I’ll have eggs, sausage, and more coffee.”

After a hot shower, you put on shorts and a T-shirt. Your lover is sitting at the table with both yours and his plates full of food. He is leaning back, sipping his coffee, as he waits for you.

“Hopefully everything is still hot.” You say as you sit.

“If it isn’t, it’s because you took too long in the shower.” He responds playfully.

You take a bite of egg and it’s still good and hot. He really is a good cook. For a city bred guy, he knows how to cook and really takes care of you. There are times you wish he knew more about country living’, but then again, you’ve lived in the city for years now too.

While you eat, you make sure that he really wants to go canoeing with you. He does. He’s never done it and the idea of a picnic on the other side of the lake sounds nice. During the winter, you couldn’t even see the lake. It was covered with ice and snow, looking like a huge snowy field. With it all melted, it’s a crystal blue mountain lake, with its rim dotted by vacation cabins, like your brother’s.

After helping to clean up after breakfast, both of you go out the shed. In a storage tub you find a couple of life jackets and flotation cushions.

“Why do we need these? If we tip over, can’t we just swim back to shore?” He asks.

“Just a safety precaution. I would hate for either of us to be tired, fall out, and drown.” You answer in a serious tone.

He looks like he’s about to protest, because you know how proud he is of his swimmer’s body, he has from going to the pool every day, at home. But he thinks about it as he helps lift the canoe from the rack on the wall. “That makes sense. Better to be safe than sorry.”

You set down the canoe, throw the vests, floats, rolled blanket, cooler, and paddles in it. Then you pick up the front as he carries the rear. “I knew you preferred having me behind you.” He jokes.

“Maybe I’ll show you later, how much I like it.” You playfully wink and blow a kiss at him.

At the water’s edge you set down the canoe, put on the vest. You explain that you’ll sit in the front, he’ll push it deeper into the water then climb behind you. He nods and does as you ask.

You feel the canoe rock back and forth a moment as he gets in. You have your paddle in hand, but you make sure he is comfortably seated.

“Have you ever used a paddle?” you ask.

“The rowing machine in the gym.” He answers with a smile.

You show him how to place your hands and then use it in the water. “Don’t dig so hard. We’re just slowly going across the lake. We have all day and let’s have fun. You can get comfortable and enjoy paddling around the lake.”

“There is something I’d rather paddle.” He playfully responds.

After a while, you both have a good rhythm. The sun is high in the sky and feels warm. There is a gentle breeze moving across the lake. He notices how you paddle a few strokes and then rest. He does the same.

“This really is peaceful out here.” He comments.

“That’s why we came back. It was nice during the winter, but summertime, it’s really relaxing.” You say in an almost wistful tone.

As you get closer to the other shore, you try to find a quiet spot that isn’t obviously someone’s yard. You wave at the occasional person sunning themselves or fishing. You even notice a couple of guys in a flat bottom boat, casting lines, and drinking beer. You and your lover wave. “Any luck?” you call to them. The older guy slowly shakes his head. You nod wave and steer your canoe away from them.

You finally spot an area with a large willow tree and sloping ground. You don’t see a cabin near, so you angle the canoe towards it. When you hit the shallows, you step out and pull the nose on shore. Your lover helps too.

Dropping your vests into the boat, “This looks perfect.” he says looking around. “Which cabin is ours?” He continues looking back across the lake.

You point to it, showing him the dock and table, which are hard to see but you know they’re there.

He lays out the blanket and grabs the cooler. There are bottles of water, and a bottle of wine. He pulls out a container of pasta salad and one of fruit salad. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted. After the breakfast we had, I thought something light for lunch.”

You lie down on the blanket, and sip a water. “To tell you the truth, I’m not really hungry, right now. Can we save it to go with dinner?”

He smiles, “Of course” and puts them back in the cooler. He lies next to you. “So what did you really have in mind?”

You lean over and kiss him. His hand takes yours and you lie back. He leans over you, kissing your mouth, and then your neck. His hand holds yours, as his other one softly strokes your hair. His lips feel good against your skin, and you grip his hand. Your other hand goes on his back and you feel his toned muscles. He continues slowly kissing down your neck to the neckline of your T-shirt. “If you were wearing a bra, I’d have you pull off your shirt.”

“I could pull it off anyway. Maybe give a show to the guys fishing.” You purr playfully.

He releases your hand and slides it up under your shirt. His fingers always feel so good on you. He slowly caresses your right breast as he continues kissing your neck. His fingertips tease and roll your hardening nipple. This feels so good.

“I don’t know which is better, your fingers, or your mouth.” You contentedly admit.

“I could suck one as I play with the other.” He says with a smile. You feel your excitement growing. But you hear children’s voices nearby.

You sigh, feeling a little frustrated. “If there was no one near, I’d let you. Let’s pack up and save it for inside the cabin.”

As he pulls his hand from your shirt, the flat bottom boat slowly drifts into view. You sit up and adjust your shirt. The smooth fabric of your cotton T, rubs against your hard nipples. Your lover picks up the cooler and the blanket, stowing them back in the canoe. One of the fishermen looks to you and yells “Any Luck?” Your lover winks and smiles at him. The fisherman holds up his beer can, as you do likewise with your water bottle, then pull on your life vest.

“Yeah, lets go.” You say with a sigh.

Rowing back takes less time. Probably because your lover seemed more confident in what he was doing.

When you pull it on shore, your lover asks “Do we have to put it away? I’d like to go back out tomorrow. Maybe just row to the center and return. For exercise.”

You drop the vest into the canoe, along with the paddle. “Sure. Leave everything but the blanket and cooler, and tomorrow we can go back out.”

As you enter the cabin, you ask “Did you really enjoy it?”

He sets the cooler down on the counter. “Yes. It felt…”

“Manly?” You offer.

He hugs you. “Yes. Manly. I might not know how to do a lot of the things here, but I like what you’re showing me.”

As you feel his arms around you, you also feel his dick press against you. “Mmmmm You enjoy feeling ‘manly’.” You playfully comment as you reach into his sweatpants. He’s not wearing underwear. “So you’re bare under there?” you ask.

“I wasn’t sure if we were going skinny dipping, and I hate the feeling of wet briefs.” His shaft is nice and firm in your hand as you gently stroke it and get him harder. “If you want sausage, It’s all for you.” He says with a wink and a smile.

You kiss him firmly, then release him. “I need one thing first.” You say, as he follows you into the living room. The bear skin rug is on the floor, in front of the fireplace.

Your lover quickly walks into the kitchen and grabs the blanket from the counter, then lays it on top of the rug. “This way we don’t have to worry about staining the fur.” He says with a big grin.

You stand on the blanket as he pulls off your T-shirt, freeing your breasts. He kisses you and grasps both of them. You feel his fingertips slowly rolling each nipple. Rolling and then lightly pulling. He then kisses your neck, like he did at the lake. 

Kissing and licking his way down your neck and bare chest. You put your hand in his pants again, grabbing his fully hard shaft and stroking it up and down. His lips feel so warm on your skin as he moves closer to your right nipple. Then his wet tongue slowly licks around your hard nipple.

You enjoy dry stroking him, but you know it would be so much better if he was lubed. “Should I get..” you are about to ask, but stop as you feel that firm suction of his mouth on the right nipple and him pulling your left nipple. You enjoy when he does that so much. 

His left hand slips down the front of your shorts and you feel his fingertips under your damp panties. He slowly moves along your slit, teasing you with his rough fingertips. You release his cock and grab his head, pulling his hair as he continues sucking your nipple. His fingers slide between your wet lips and the tightness of your shorts limits the thrusting motion of his hand. But between what he is doing to your nipples and your pussy, you are in heaven.

“Let me strip off the shorts and lie on the blanket.” You say as you try to focus your thoughts.

He stops and steps back, dropping his pants and stripping off his shirt. His hard cock looks so wonderful and tasty. You go to reach for it, but he lies down on the blanket and pulls you on top of him. He kisses you again. “Take my sausage and I’ll have your fish taco.” He says in an almost commanding tone. You love the feeling of his talented mouth, so you silently agree and turn so you are straddling his face, and his hard prick is resting on his flat stomach. 

The blanket over top of the rug is soft on your knees. You grasp his cock and slowly lick the tip. His hands are on your thighs as you squat down a bit. The tip of his tongue slowly going around and between your folds. You lick up and down his shaft, then take it in your mouth as you grip the base. The firm spongy tip, feels good as you take him deeper. His hands grip you tighter as he licks you deeper. His tongue feels like it’s all the way in as his chin rubs your clit. This feels so good, and you moan around his cock. You taste his precum.

He stops licking you. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

“Yes” you gasp as you stroke his saliva slick cock.

You move and let him up. Normally he wants missionary so you can look at each other, but this time he keeps you on your hands and knees. “Why doggie style?” you softly ask.

“Because I’m feeling ‘manly’, and I know there are times you enjoy getting fucked from behind.” He says in a tone that’s almost a growl. You aren’t sure if it’s lust, desire, or something more animalistic in him. But it fits the mood so you stay on all fours. Your hands grab fistfuls of the soft blanket as you feel his hands on your hips. He rubs the wide tip along your opening, and then slowly works it in. His hands pull you back a little as he goes a little deeper. You slowly rock back and forth, taking him deeper each time.

He releases one hip and you feel his fingertips rubbing your clit. His thick shaft fills you, as his fingers rub small circles, moving faster as you press harder against him. 

You grip the blanket tighter as he fucks you harder. You feel heat increasing as you both start sweating. One hand on your clit, and then his other one pulls your hair. The mix of pain and pleasure helps to push you over the edge as you cum. 

“That’s it! Cum on me!” you hear your lover grunt. He’s close too. He grabs both your hips and pounds you harder. He’s rarely this forceful. It’s different but good. You reach down and rub your clit. You want another orgasm as he has his. 

As the wave of pleasure builds, he thrusts and holds you firmly. That feeling of him throbbing inside of you as you pulse around him is heavenly. 

He slides his cum coated cock from you, and then lies down and pulls you on him. You feel his heartbeat as you hold each other. “Do you feel better now?” you ask. 

He kisses your forehead. “I always feel better with you.”

“Let’s shower and make dinner. I want to see what you do with those fish fillets.”

“I already have a plan. A lemon and dill sauce, which will go well with the macaroni salad.” He says with a smile.

You kiss him. “I never doubt your skills. You are always my man.”

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The Holiday Parade

 A month ago, you got a call from an old neighbor asking if you would drive your truck and trailer in the parade or let someone else. The man who used to do it, no longer can, and even though you aren’t an active member, you are still on the rolls, and it would be a great help to the organization. You agree to do it. When you were a kid, your parents were both active in the organization. Helping with the parade, community cookouts, bake sales, etc. You even remember walking in the parade behind an old truck, handing out flyers and bottles of water to people along the parade route. Your parents paid for your Lifetime membership when you finished college and moved near your hometown. You even attended a few meetings of the “Men’s Group”, but after a while it seemed boring to you, and you stopped. Some of your neighbors still attend and tell you what’s going on, but you just politely nod.

You really didn’t have anything planned for the holiday, so you agreed. A letter from the parade committee arrived telling you where you and when you need to be.

So this morning you swept your flatbed trailer clean, cleaned out the bed of the pickup, connected everything, and headed out.

According to the directions, everyone is in the large parking lot of the shopping center at the edge of town. That makes sense, it is a large open area, room for folks to park and set up their floats and then line up on Main Street. Your spot in the parade is #156. Near the back but not at the end.

After you park, you wait for the others. You aren’t really sure who will show up. You don’t remember the Men’s group talking about the Parade. They focused on the Cookout afterwards.

Soon a couple of cars park near you. A few women get out, pulling coolers, bags of ice, and water. “Is the is the truck and trailer, this year?” an older woman asks. You drop the tail gates to both the truck and trailer. “Yes, ma’am it is.”

She puts down her cooler and grabs her cellphone. “Mable, bring the decorations and the sign. Yes, his trailer is perfect.” she says and hangs up. More women show up, some by themselves and others with kids in tow.

“That’s right, the parade was always the responsibility of the Women’s auxiliary.” you think.

You help where you can, but you almost feel like you are in the way. The women quickly tape and tie signs, streamers, and balloons all over the trailer and back of the truck.

You see one of the younger women, a summer blonde, wearing shorts and a halter. “How can I help?” you ask. She smiles at you. “Can you help move the cases of water from the back of my car?” You nod and happily assist. After about 15 minutes, everyone who volunteered arrived and is on either the trailer or the back of the truck.

The older woman who talked to you this morning, shakes your hand. “Hi, I’m Darline. I think we are ready. Do you need anyone inside the truck with you?” You smile back, “No. I know what to do. Let’s go. We are spot #156.” you say and climb in behind the wheel. You drive very slowly to ensure that no one bounces or falls out.

Your spot is not too bad. There is a church choral group singing on a flatbed trailer in front of you, and a kid’s gymnastics team behind you. You look at your watch and you have about 30 minutes until the parade starts. When you were a kid, you hated this.

Some of the ladies are already passing out water to the people at the side of the street.

The sun is bright, and the air is still and hot. You can’t wait to get going.

“Would you like a water?” It’s the blonde. “Thanks, but I thought these were for the spectators.”

“Yes, but we can’t have our driver sweating and becoming a heat casualty, can we?” She smiles broadly as she hands you a cold-water bottle.

You take a sip, and it feels really good. “Thanks, I must have been thirstier than I thought.” you say. “Thank you…”

She extends her hand, “I’m Carrie.” You shake it and smile back. You don’t see a wedding ring, but it is a hot day and maybe she took it off.

A motorcycle goes down the line. “The parade starts in 5 minutes.” the driver calls on a bullhorn.

You start your truck again and hear other vehicles up and down the line get ready. The choir ahead of you is singing a gospel song you don’t recognize, but then again you aren’t a religious person.

Once the parade starts, your job is easy. Keep focused on driving. Keep your speed slow and keep the distance between your truck and the trailer ahead of you, a steady and safe distance.

Aside from the choir in front of you, you hear marching bands; probably from the local schools; sirens from the fire engines and police cars; and cheers from the spectators along the route, cheering and waving to each group as they pass.

“This isn’t too bad. I could do this next year if they need.” you think to yourself.

After driving very slowly for over an hour you arrive at the center of town. The local politicians are all waving as an announcer reads the names of each group as they pass.

You hear your group’s name and cheers erupt from the back and the trailer. You continue following the vehicle ahead of you, until you see the large parking lot where the parade is breaking up.

You park in an empty space. Getting out and stretching your legs for a bit you watch all of the women climb off. Some are hugging and congratulating each other for another successful year. You see Darline “I’m happy that everyone’s happy but why is everyone so happy?” She smiles broadly. “We handed out all of our flyers and most of the water bottles. The crowd was happy to see us, and we feel appreciated by the community. We should have a successful cookout this afternoon.”

“Okay. I’m happy you’re happy.”

“Can you drive some of back to the other parking lot? So, we can get our cars. Plus, we need to undecorate your truck and trailer.” She asks.

“Of course. Whenever the road is clear.” She points to a detour sign “Follow that.” Then she turns to the ladies. “Ladies, those of you who need to get your cars, please get back on the trailer. Our gallant driver will return us to the beginning. For those who don’t, we will see you at the cookout.”

In a minute, she bangs on the side of your trailer. “We are loaded and ready.”

You look in the mirror and see a few women sitting down. You hold a “thumbs up” out the window and go. The women cheer. It takes less time to return but you still go slowly. Once you park, they start pulling off signs, streamers, and balloons. Someone has a large trash bag for all of the rubbish. The signs are all stacked and taken by a woman you haven’t met yet. “It must be Mable, who Darline talked to on the phone.” you think to yourself.

“Thank you again.” Darline says, “It is good to see you younger fellows taking part in the organization.”

“Happy to do my part.” you say without thinking.

“See you at the cookout.” she says as she heads to her car.

“Are you going to the cookout?” asks Carrie, who looks to be the last one.

“She really is beautiful” you think to yourself.

“Ah, I really hadn’t thought about it. I’m not really active in the organization.” She stands closer to you, “You really should. At least have a plate of food. Maybe you and I can talk in the shade.” she says with a flirty smile. “See you there.” she says walking away and swaying her hips.

You drive home and drop off the trailer, then head to the organization park.

When you were a kid, your parents would take you to the park to play.

Pulling up into the parking lot you see “Civic Organization Open Cookout! All are welcome!” “How old is that sign?” you ask yourself. “It can’t be the same one I remember as a kid.”

There are a lot of cars. Mostly older models. You hear laughter and music. Kids are running and playing, as you head for the pavilion. You smell the smokey scent of various grilled meats. Grabbing a plate you get in line. The food all looks so good, and you fill up your plate with your favorites.

There is an empty table, so you sit. A few older people look at you and smile. They look familiar but after a while they all do.

“His parents would be so proud of him.” you hear the voice of one of your childhood neighbors say. You look over to see Mr. and Mrs. Jones talking to Darline. You hadn’t seen the Jones’ in a long time. You wave back and take a bite of food.

“Is this seat taken?” You hear Carrie ask.

With your mouth still full you try to stand up and motion for her to sit down, but it doesn’t come off as smooth as you would like. Regardless she smiles and sits.

“It really is nice to see you here. The ladies all appreciate what you did.”

Finally swallowing and clearing your mouth. “It really wasn’t that much. Anyone with a truck and trailer could have done it.” you respond humbly.

“That might be true, but we called around to rent a truck and trailer and that would have been half of our parade budget. We lucked out when the Men’s committee told us they had a member with a truck and trailer. I think we were surprised to see you, being we don’t see you here often.’

“I came because I was asked.” you answer truthfully.

Both of you chat and eat. From time to time some older friends of your parents come by and ask how they are doing. More than one person tells you how happy they are to see you here. You and Carrie continue talking and relaxing. When the live band starts, you both clap and sing along. “Do you dance?” she asks. “I haven’t in a while.” you answer.

She pulls you on the dance floor during a quick song. You do your best to move in time, but you are out of practice. She smiles and moves closer as the next song is slower. “Can you dance to this one?” she asks. “I’ll give it my best.” This is easier, as you hold her tightly against your body. She feels warm and comfortable in your arms. It has been a while since you slow danced, and you are getting hard. You try to focus on your feet but her hands in yours feel good and her legs against yours feel so right. The song ends. She kisses you on the cheek and sits down.

As you sit down too, “I thought you might need a moment to sit down and ease some of your excitement.” she says glancing down. “I’m glad you are happy to dance with me, but I don’t think you want everyone to see you aroused.” she continues in a low tone.

You smile back. “I think we have two options. 1, we sit here, and you try to ‘calm me down’ or 2, we go somewhere, where you can make use of it.” You wink.

“I know where to go.” She says as she takes your hand. You go into the building. Most folks have been going in and out primarily to use the toilets and washrooms.

She leads you down a hall with doors marked “Meeting Room”. She takes a key from her pocket and unlocks a door. The room is dark, and she doesn’t flip on the lights, but there is a little light from the window. You see a table, with chairs around it, and along the walls are a couple of couches. She locks the door behind you.

Leading you to one of the couches she strips off her top showing her small firm breasts.

“Show me what you’ve got.” she whispers.

You undo your shorts and drop them on the floor. Your hard cock making a tent in your underwear.

She gets on her knees and pulls your dick free. “I wish I could turn on the lights so I could get a good look at it, but I like how it feels.” she says in a soft voice. She licks the tip and then down the shaft. “You taste good too. But I really want you inside of me.” She stands up, kisses you and pushes you onto the couch.

Stripping off her shorts and panties, she gets on the couch and lowers herself on you. She feels so wet and warm as she guides your hard cock into her. Going down and up, taking more of you each time she goes down, she finally gets all of you inside of her. She rocks back and forth. Her breasts rubbing against your t-shirt. You pull it off, and feel her nipples rub against yours.

She rides you harder and faster, bouncing up and down on the couch. You start to moan, and she puts her hand over your mouth. Nodding you keep your lips together as she rides in slower, longer motions. Her clit rubbing against your trimmed pubic bush.

She bites her lower lip trying to muffle the sound. Then she grips you tightly as she cums.

“I’m not done yet.” you whisper in her ear. She nods and climbs off of you. Before you can do anything, she is sucking you. Her mouth and tongue feel almost better than her pussy. She sucks you deeply as she strokes your shaft. You put your knuckle to your mouth and bite as you cum.

She then stands up and kisses you, putting your cum into your mouth. You’ve never had someone do that. You swallow but are still surprised. “Why did you do that?” you whisper.

“It’s yours. I thought I should give it back to you.” she whispers playfully.

Quickly you get dressed. “Now go to the restroom and wash up. This way, people won’t ask where you were.” She says as she leads you into the hallway.

After taking a few minutes to clean and wash up, you head back to the pavilion. Carrie follows behind you and takes your hand. “Thank you for a wonderful afternoon. But I should go home. Maybe I will see you around.” she says as she kisses your cheek.

You watch her walk away. One of your parents’ friends comes up, “I am glad to see you. That is what this organization needs, more of you younger people. Are you going to start being more active?” You look at him and smile. “I think so. If fun times in the organization are like this, then I need to be part of it more often.”

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Kristi and the Gnomes - Part 2

 

“That is what I expected to see.” Allyson says as they come to another overlook. This one is ringed in wild berry thickets, but the view is breathtaking. The mid-day sun is shining down on the valley and its’ surrounding mountains. From this altitude, they can see more of the area. After taking a few more photos with their cellphones, they all find places to sit down. Allyson closes her eyes and leans against a large rock, enjoying the sunlight and sipping her water. Carly gathers up more berries, filling a small bag from her pack. Chelsea and Kristi find a couple of large rocks they can each sit on and change their socks. “I didn’t think I had sweated this much.” Chelsea says as she wrings out her socks and small drips of sweat drop from it

Kristi nods as she pulls on dry socks. They also talk about the strange giggling noise. Both agree to record it on their phones.

As Kristi puts on her boots, she bumps her phone. It falls behind her and at the edge of the bushes. She then bends over to grab it and loses her balance. With phone in hand, she rolls into the thick brambles. Surprised at how they seemed to move and swallow her up. As she stands up, her feet get tangled and she falls again, slipping down the side of the mountain. She is too surprised to call out as she seems to be sliding through the bushes, until she stops at a level clearing.

She looks around, her cellphone still in her hand. “How am I going to get back up there.” she asks herself.

“Maybe we can help you.” a small voice says.

Still looking around. “Who said that?”

From out of the bushes step a number of small men. They are men and not children, because even though they are about half her height, they have short beards that match their light colored hair. Each is wearing a light green shirt with darker green vest, and brown pants.

“She is a beauty.” One says as the others giggle.

“That noise was you.” she says.

“Aye, ’twas us. What’re doin’ on our mountain during Lughnasadh? Takin’ our first fruits before we can harvest ‘em?” The first one asks.

“During Lug-what’s?” She responds puzzled.

Another pipes up, “Maybe she knows it as Lammas?”

“Fine, What’re doin’ on our mountain during Lammas?” the first one asks again.

She shakes her head. “I don’t know what you are asking. My friends and I just were hiking up this mountain that was supposed to be empty.”

“Aye, we saw. But then you started eating our food. Today we was to gather it and offer it as the beginning of the Harvest Season. But you and your friends just started picking and eating. No asking, no prayers, no offerings or thanks. No nothin’.” He says in a serious tone.

She is still sitting on the ground looking up at them. “I am sorry. We didn’t know. What can I do to make it up to you?”

The four of them all huddle for a moment and speak in a language she doesn’t understand. After some nodding, they turn to her. “We will accept your apology, but you have to offer something to us. Once you do, we will return you safely to your friends. Do you agree?” The lead one steps closer and holds out his hand.

She takes it and stands up. “Okay, but I don’t have much to offer. What do you want?”

With that, he claps his hands and, as if by magic, the vines near her grow and take the shape of a flat surface like a table or bed. The woody stalks twist and weave into legs or posts at each corner with leaves and green branches weaving to form flat top.

“We want to have sex with you. You offer yourself to each of us, willingly and we will take you back to your friends as if nothing happened.” He says. His grin and beard taking on a more sinister shape.

Looking at them. “Really. You want sex? Are you sure you have enough for me? You all look a little small.” she says holding her fingers out measuring less than an inch.

“Leave that to us. If you agree. We promise you nothin’ like you’ve ever had before.” he says. His three friends grinning darkly too.

She walks over to the “bed”, “Are we to do it here?” she asks as she sits down on it. The vines easily support her weight and the leaves are surprisingly soft.

“Of course. Do you agree?” He asks holding out his hand again.

“Show me what you have first. I don’t want to be disappointed.”

He smiles. “That’s fair enough.” He pulls down his brown slacks and she sees a small, soft, flaccid penis. It is just as small as she expected. “I bet it doesn’t get much bigger than that.” she thinks as each of the others also drop their trousers.

“Okay. I agree. I will have sex with each of you, one at a time. I control the positions and when we are done, you will return me to my friends.” she takes his hand and shakes it.

“Agreed.” He says.

All four of them giggle. Kristi strips off her top and sports bra, then pulls off her shorts and panties. “Ok, who is first?” she asks.

One shyly comes up. “I am.” and climbs up on the bed. He stands as she is sitting. She takes his small dick and slowly strokes it. He smiles and giggles. She has never had a man giggle during a hand job but whatever. She wants to lick the tip, but he claps his hands and it immediately doubles in size and girth. “Oh my.” she says now more easily gripping the foreskin and sliding it back and forth, revealing a bright pink tip. She licks around the tip. It feels different that Tom’s or other guys she has been with. It is more firm and harder. As she continues to stroke the shaft, she takes it in her mouth. It fits nicely as she takes him deeper. She feels his small hands resting on her head as she sucks him. She is surprised how firm and hard he is. Her pussy is damp with anticipation. “This might be more fun than I thought.” she thinks.

“Lie down. I want to get on top.” She tells him. He does as she asks. She is surprised how much this bush feels like a firm bed. She straddles his small body and lowers herself, still surprised how firm and large it is. Slowly she moves up and down until she takes him fully inside of her, then she rocks back and forth. Her range of motion is limited by his hard cock inside of her. She rides him harder and faster. She leans over him and his small hand pull on her hard nipples. “Yes. Pull them Little Man.” she says as feels pleasure building within her already. She tightens her thighs around him as she cums. He giggles, snaps his fingers and then slides free from her pussy. “Thank you.” he says as he gets out from under her, almost magically.

“I’m next.” says one who gets behind her as she is straddling empty air.

She looks behind her and is met by a larger dong than the first. It is already hard and he is stroking it himself. “Can I enter you from behind?” He asks. Her cunt is so wet and ready, she just leans forward. “Yes, Please.” she says.

She feels his small hands on her hips as his much larger shaft rubs along her pussy lips. Then he places the tip against her and presses. She feels this thick head move into her. First the tip, then his shaft is thicker than that and it opens her more.

It feels so good to her. She presses her ass back against him, fucking herself with his hard cock. She feels how he goes deeper than she expected. She reaches down and rubs her clit. Biting her lower lip she orgasms again, with her cunt pulsating around his hard shaft. “Thank you.” he says and is gone. She is still on all fours when another appears in front of her. His thick veiny cock is much larger than Tom’s. It looks like something from a porno. “I’m Next” he says.

She, unthinkingly takes it and starts sucking it. She wants to feel that thick thing fill her mouth. “I want you to fuck my mouth.” she says, surprised at her own lust.

“Your wish is my command.” he says as he grabs handfuls of her hair and thrusts it deep in her mouth and down her throat. It feels so hard and thick. After having it in her mouth, she pulls it free, stroking it, all slick with her saliva. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

She says as she lies on her back with her legs spread open. He gets between her legs. “He’s like a tripod” she thinks.

She feels him work into her. It feels so good. As he slides deeper, his face comes up to her breasts. He sucks her right nipple. “Oh Yes! Suck it hard. Fuck me harder.” she says as she grabs his hips and pulls him into her.

It feels so good. She wants something in her mouth too. “Where is my last one. Put it in my mouth.” she yells.

The leader of the group is there. His hard penis is so much larger than when she first saw it. She turns her head and opens her mouth. He slides it in.

“Yes!” she thinks. She sucks just the tip, but the girth of it has her mouth stretched open.

She feels a small hand rubbing her clit. Between her full mouth, full pussy, sucked nipple and now rubbed clit, she feels another orgasm building. Her mouth, and pussy tighten a bit as the wave of pleasure moves though her.

“Thank you.” says the one between her legs and is gone.

She pulls the last one from her mouth. “I have to ride this.” She says.

He nods and lies down on the bed. She is breathing hard and sweating now, but so badly wants to ride this massive cock. “This has to be a dream. I have never seen anything like this.” she says aloud as she slowly lowers herself on it. Looking down she sees him smiling up at her like a little devil, which the pointed beard accents.

She starts of slowly but quickly moves faster and harder. She rubs her clit as he grips her nipples. “Yes, dammit. I want to cum again.” she says. The pleasure is building again and she hears giggling again as her whole body tightens with a powerful orgasm.

“Hazzah! Four offerings. The blessings will be upon us.” they all cheer.

And once again she is alone on the “bed”, on her knees with no one beneath her.

She looks over and all four of them are standing there, fully dressed and cheering.

Exhaling and trying to slow her breathing, she slowly gathers her clothes and gets dressed. “Aye, you held up your part, and gave a splendid offering. We will uphold ours. You will be returned to your friends as if nothing happened.”

She ties her boots, “What do you mean….” she asks as the world feels like it turns inside out.

She is sitting on the rock still tying her boot.

“What did you say Kris?” Chelsea asks.

“I was asking the little guys….” She says as she starts to feel light headed.

The next thing she knows, her friends are pouring water on her head and wiping it with a cold rag.

“Are you, okay, Kristi?” Carly asks.

“I think we should call it a day, Ladies. I think Kristi has heat exhaustion. Look at her, she is sweating all over and breathing hard.” Allyson says.

“No….It was… little men.” she starts to protest.

Kristi goes to stand up and realizes she is sore from all of the sex.

“Ow.” she says placing a hand on her hip.

“See, heat cramps. I should have planned this better. The day is too hot, and it is the beginning of August. We can try it again when the weather is cooler.” Allyson says as she finds a sturdy stick that Kristi can use as a walking stick. “Let’s make our way down the mountain.”

Kristi holds the walking stick, and takes another sip of water.

“Heat exhaustion? Can that cause weird dreams and hallucinations?” she asks.

Carly nods. “Yes, if you remember from our first aid training. Profuse sweating, altered state of consciousness, soreness, and possible rapid breathing. We will make our way slowly down the trail. If you feel weak or dizzy, tell me. I’m not leaving your side.”

Chelsea stands on her other side, “Me neither. It could have happened to any of us.”

“Maybe it has something to do with the berries. Maybe they weren’t what we thought they were.”

The women all hear a giggling sound from the bushes, and then a small flock of green and brown birds fly into the air. “I don’t recognize what type of birds those are, but that is the source of your ‘giggling’.” Allyson says.

Once they load up into the Jeep, Kristi looks better. “I’m sorry guys. I guess I just got over heated.”

She hears that strange giggling on the wind again, and a whispered tone “Thank….you… for….your… offering….”

She looks around but doesn’t see anything.

“Are you sure you are all right Kristi?” Carly asks.

“Yes, let’s go home. I think I had more adventure than I planned on.” she says sitting in the back seat and drifting off to sleep again. Dreaming of little men with huge cocks. 

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Kristi and the Gnomes Part 1

 

It was the middle of Summer, and the hottest month of the year. Kristi and her boyfriend, Tom were sitting at home and just enjoying a quiet Saturday. Tom was on the computer, just scrolling through social media sites, as Kristi was lying on the couch reading a book. The soft blowing of the air-conditioner keeps the room comfortable.

Kristi’s phone rings. It is her friend Carly.

“Hey, Carls, what’s up?” she answers.

“Aly and Chelse are going hiking. There is supposed to be some spectacular views, and they want us to come along.” She says.

“But what about John, Roger, and Mike.” Kristi asks concerning the guys in their lives.

“Not invited. This is for us only, just like when we were teens, so grab your stuff and let’s go.” Carly responds.

She thinks it over for a moment, looks at Tom who put on his headphones and started playing some game on the computer, and says. “Sure. Who’s driving, or are we all taking our own cars?”

“Aly’s got the jeep, so…”

“Ok. Yea, call her and have her pick me up. I should be ready by the time she gets here.” she says as she closes her book and gets up.

She walks up behind Tom, kissing him in the cheek. He looks up from his game.

“Hey babe, Carly called. Allison, Chelsea, and her want us all to get together and go hiking up in the forest. It’ll just be a day trip.”

He pulls off his headphones, “Do you want me to come along?”

She shakes her head. “Nope. Girls only on this one.”

“Mmm, Girls only, in the forest. This isn’t going to be some “Descent” kind of thing.”

She hugs him, “Awww you’re worried about me. And no, we are just hiking. No caves, repelling or anything like that. We used to do this all the time before college.”

In her room, she grabs her old day pack, putting in a few essentials and changes.

She puts on cargo shorts, t-shirt and a loose flannel shirt over it, then looks in the mirror. “Yep, just like we used to do.” she tells herself and puts on cotton socks and hiking boots.

“Hey Kristi, the girls just pulled up. Oh, wow! You look sexy like that.” Tom says coming into the room. “You look like a character from one of my games.”

Grabbing her pack she kisses him, and heads for the kitchen to fill her water bottle.

She hears the jeep horn, as her friends yell for her.

Heading out the door she kisses Tom one last time. “Be good and don’t jerk off too much while I’m gone.” she playfully tells him.

He hugs her. “I’ll try not to.”

The red Jeep has only a bikini top on to give a little shade, so she throws her pack in the very back and climbs into the back seat.

“Off we go!” Aly yells and accelerates down the road.

“So where are we going?” Kristi asks loudly as the wind whips through the open Jeep.

Chelsea, turns to her, “I heard about an old mining road that is supposed to cut through the forest.” She shows her on her phone where there is a thin line moving thought a large patch of green. “It used to be part of an active mine during the last century but it’s closed and the road hasn’t been used, according to what I could find.”

Aly yells back. “From what I read, the company shut down and nobody bought it. Nature has reclaimed some of it, so we should have some great hiking and even better views.”

Kristi leans back in the bench seat and closes her eyes. The sound of the road, Aly’s music, and the cool of the wind, has her relax and drifts off to sleep.

She wakes up as the Jeep stops in a gravel patch.

“Hey, sleepy head, are you ready?” Carly asks as she hops over the side and grabs her pack.

Kristi stretches, yawns and climbs out too. “So did Tom keep you up last night?” Carly asks in a suggestive tone.

“I wish. He was too busy playing video games, while I slept by myself.”

“Awww, does that mean your pussy needs some special attention?” Chelsea comments.

“Sorry Chelse, my pussy is for Tom to lick, not you.” She says adjusting the straps on her pack.

“You don’t know what you’re missing.” Chelsea says with a playful smile.

“That’s not what I heard from your ex-girlfriend.” Kristi responds, licking the air like a hound dog.

Carly and Allyson both laugh out loud as Chelsea looks embarrassed.

Kristi, hugs her old friend. “I’m sorry. That was mean. I know you guys didn’t break up on the best terms, and she said a lot of catty things before she moved away. I’m just irritated that Tom and I haven’t had sex that past couple of days.”

Chelsea hugs her back, “I’m sorry too. I thought you and Tom were doing great.”

Allyson whistles as she starts moving up a rutted gravel road. “Let’s go Ladies. You can talk about your love life, or lack there of, as we move.”

“Lead the way, oh Fearless Leader.” Kristi responds.

The old gravel road winds thought the forest as it goes up the mountain, and even though the weather is warm, the shade of the trees cools the air.

Kristi and Chelsea continue talking about their situations, occasionally exclaiming “Oh, I didn’t realize.” or “It’s going to work out.”

The road continues up and breaks through the trees along a large switchback with a spur off of it. Allyson continues along the spur road until it stops at a sheer drop.

“Look at that.” she says, pointing to the sun just at the top of the next mountain over and shining light into the valley. She takes her cell phone and shoots a few photos, which the other women do to.

“Hey Aly. Do you have a signal?” Kristi asks.

“Nope, nor did I expect to. The phone companies haven’t put towers up in here yet. Not enough people or business to demand phone service.” she says matter-of-factly.

“Were you going to mention that?” Carly asks.

“What’s the big deal? We used to hike without phones or any electronics aside from flashlights.” Allyson continues.

They all slowly nod in agreement. “But what if we run into trouble?” Chelsea asks.

“We will do as we used to do. One person goes for help and the others stay and give first aid, or help or whatever. Let’s continue on, I would like to get to the top of the mountain before mid-day.”

The women put away their phones and each takes a sip of water from their water bottles or canteens, before continuing back down the spur and up the mountain road.

Kristi enjoys the feeling of hiking with her friends. Yes, she is sweating, and her legs feel a little tired, but just talking, hiking, and taking the occasional photo, just feels good.

“Oh, look what I found.” Carly says, as she holds up a hand full of sun ripened berries.

“Are they in season.” Kristi asks. Carly pops one into Kristi’s mouth. “You tell me.” she says as she eats one too.

They are warm and tasty, not like the ones you find in the grocery. Each of them grabs a hand full and eats them.

Allyson says, “These are perfect for snacking on.”

“I wonder if anyone else eats them?” Chelsea asks aloud.

“Probably just birds, squirrels, whatever else lives in the woods.” Allyson replies.

At that, Kristi hears a strange sound.

“Did you guys hear that? It sounded like giggling.”

Carly stands next to her and listens. “I don’t hear anything. It was probably just birds.”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Allyson says as she grabs another handful of berries and heads up the rutted road.

The road continues to wind up the mountain, with deep potholes and channels cut into it. “Wow, this road’s really in bad shape.” Chelsea comments.

“Of course. No one has probably used it since the mines shout down.” Allyson responds.

There is a sound like giggling again in the forest. Kristi feels like she is being watched so she picks up the pace, and walks next to Allyson.

As they go higher up the mountain, they are all sweating and breathing harder.

“Do you think we’ll see another one of those overlooks?” Carly asks.

“We should get to another one soon. We can stop and rest there.” Alyson answers.

“Good. Because I think my socks are damp and want to change them.” Kristi comments.

“Ewww. Stinky, wet feet.” Chelsea says, holding her nose in an exaggerated motion.

“Yours’ probably are just as bad, Chelse. Do you need a pair of socks, I packed a few extras.” responds Kristi in an honest tone.

“Naw, I was just picking on you. I packed fresh ones too. You’ve got the right idea.”

Soon they see another spur road and take it. The sun is high in the sky and the trees thin out. The women notice more wild berry bushes growing along the roadsides.

They pick more berries as they go along, munching as they hike.

“That is what I expected to see.” Allyson says as they come to another overlook. This one is ringed in wild berry thickets, but the view is breathtaking. The mid-day sun is shining down on the valley and its’ surrounding mountains. From this altitude, they can see more of the area. After taking a few more photos with their cellphones, they all find places to sit down. Allyson closes her eyes and leans against a large rock, enjoying the sunlight and sipping her water. Carly gathers up more berries, filling a small bag from her pack. Chelsea and Kristi find a couple of large rocks they can each sit on and change their socks. “I didn’t think I had sweated this much.” Chelsea says as she wrings out her socks and small drips of sweat drop from it

Kristi nods as she pulls on dry socks. They also talk about the strange giggling noise. Both agree to try to record it on their phones.

As Kristi puts on her boots, she bumps her phone. It falls behind her and at the edge of the bushes. She then bends over to grab it and loses her balance. With phone in hand, she rolls into the thick brambles. Surprised at how they seemed to move and swallow her up. As she stands up, her feet get tangled and she falls again, slipping down the side of the mountain.

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