Looking at Leaves in the Ridge and Valley Country

This morning, like most since you have been furloughed, is another frustrating one. You watch the morning news as you have your coffee. 

“No Changes with the Government….And today the President announced…” You turn off the TV and go to the kitchen to make something for breakfast. Your wife is there, still wearing her thin nightgown, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Anything in the news?” she asks.

You angrily grumble “Of course not. Another day sitting around with no paycheck on the horizon.”

She comes over, kisses your forehead, then your lips. “We have enough in savings. We are okay. The bills are up to date. We have food in the pantry. We are doing better than some.”

You take a sip from your mug. “You’re right. I just wish I was doing something…”

She cuts you off. “Let’s drive to the mountains. According to the news, the National Parks are still open, but have limited facilities. If we drive out to the Ridge and Valley country, we can take some great photos.”

You want to stop her and complain that it will cost gas, but you haven’t had to commute into work for a couple of weeks now. So you stop and think, she’s right. “Do you want to just take photos, or do you want to also bring your sketch book and paints?” you ask.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.” She responds, as she pulls up the weather on her phone. “The weather today will be clear and comfortable. I can pack my pencils and paints.”

You smile and nod as she gets excited. “I know of a couple of overlook spots, where we can stop.” You say. “When do you want to do it?”

She looks at the time. “Let’s get dressed and just go.”

You kiss her, a bit more passionately. “Yes. Let’s get dressed, pack a lunch, and go.” You both put on jeans and a T-shirt. You grab a flannel shirt and wear it unbuttoned, and she grabs a zip-up hoodie. You also grab light jackets, and hand her one. “Just in case it is cooler out there.”

She takes it “Good thinking. I also think there is a blanket in the backseat of the car, which we can use if we need.”

In a cloth grocery bag you toss some sandwiches, and a bag of chips,. She fills up water bottles, and places a couple of them in a small cooler, along with a plastic container of left over pasta salad.

“Snacks and lunch.” You say grabbing the bag and cooler. “Do you have your sketchbook and paints?” you ask.

“Give me a second.” She says as you carry things to the car. She comes out with a small tackle box, holding her art supplies, and two different sized sketch books.

“Should I bring a good camera?” you ask.

“No. Let’s just use the cellphones.” She responds.

You think for a moment. “If I’m driving, then I can’t be taking photos, but she can concentrate on photos and painting.” You nod “You’re right. Is that everything?”

“I think so.” She says.

An hour or so later, you are still on the highway. The windows are down and the radio is playing music that you are enjoying. Traffic is lighter than you anticipated. Most of what you see on the highway is tractor trailers and construction trucks, but few cars. The green and white signs pointing to the “Scenic Byway” tell you that you’ll get off the highway soon.

She has been taking a few landscape photos with her phone. Most of the trees you have seen were mostly green still, with patches of yellow, orange, red, and brown. Just starting to turn. You also drive past farms where the crops have been harvested, or they are reading the fields for the winter crops.

“When was the last time we were here?” you ask her loudly.

She answers “Don’t you remember, shortly after we married and got the house.”

You hit the buttons to roll up the windows, and turn down the music. It is so much quieter without the wind noise. “Why did you do that?” she asks.

“I didn’t want to yell.” You respond. “Yes, I remember it now.” You put your arm around her and pull her closer to you. “After we moved into the house, you asked how much I knew about the area.”

“Because we’d both relocated here for work, we thought it was time to really see the sights.” She continues. “The mountains, the museums, historic sites, and then the beaches.”

You squeeze her tighter. “I think that first year we saw as much as we could.”

She kisses your cheek. “I’m glad we are taking some time again. I’m not happy about the furlough, but you have to admit, the past few years we’ve been pretty busy with work.”

You nod and move your hand so it rests on her thigh. Even through the denim, she feels good to you. “You’re right. And our exit is coming up soon.” You say as you see an arrow pointing “Scenic Byway” under the next exit sign.

You turn off and roll the windows back down. As you slow, you smell the scents of the forest. The cool, damp smell of leaves mixed with the scent of fresh cut stalks from the nearby farmers’ fields. The road winds up as the thickening forest blocks the mid-morning sun.

She turns and snaps photos. You aren’t sure what she is seeing. Could be animals or just how the sunlight and shadows are making patterns. You stay focused on the road. It is much more twisty than you remember it, so you slow down.

She keeps looking and taking photos.

Soon you make it to the top of the ridge-line. The trees towards the valley are gone and you can see sunlight lighting up the valley floor.

“God, That’s so beautiful.” She says as she continues taking photos with her phone.

“There’s a scenic overlook up ahead. Let’s stop.” You say.

“Yes. Please.” She says.

With the forest to your left and the valley to your right, it is so beautiful, but you are focused on the road, so the colors of the leaves are only partially registering. You notice evergreens, but also flame reds, bright yellows, and sunny oranges, mixed with the pale greens and dark brown. You let her focus on taking photos and you’ll keep both of you safe on the road.

You see the scenic overlook and pull in. As you get out of the car, you look at how her jeans hug her shapely hips and ass. You grab your phone and take some photos too.

The mid-morning sunlight shines down on the orchards of the valley. You see small trucks moving from farm to farm, loaded with freshly picked fruit.

You see her sit on the public bench, open your art box, and start sketching a landscape.

As you take some photos with your phone, you walk back to her. You are the only ones at the overlook right now. The sun and shadows make a beautiful pattern on her.

You take a couple of photos of her. Just sitting and sketching. She looks so beautiful. You try a few different angles to try and capture the valley in the background.

“Honey, I hate to interrupt you, but can you stand. Maybe do a couple of model poses?”

She smiles. “Of course.” Setting down her sketch pad, she stands, then poses. Against a log safety railing, next to a sign, and a couple of other locations.

“I’m a little warm.” She says, pulling off her sweatshirt. You see her hard nipples through the fabric of her t-shirt. She looks so sexy.

“I wish you would have worn a dress today.” You comment as she strikes various poses.

“I could’ve worn a dress… but then you wouldn’t get to see me slowly peel off these jeans, inch by inch, revealing just how hot it really is out here?” she says in a devilishly playful tone.

“Do you really want to do that here? Where anyone could see?” You ask as you continue taking photos of her.

She moves over to the bench. “You’re right, the risk makes it even hotter… Imagine if someone drove by just as I slid my jeans down my thighs, giving them a glimpse of what only you get to see..” She says as she unbuttons her jeans, “But for now, it’s just you and me, and this show is all yours.”

You move closer and take a couple more photos. “We haven’t done strip tease photos in a long time.” You comment.

“I didn’t realize how much I missed playing like this.” She says, “The way my body responds to the camera, knowing it’s your eyes on the other end, it’s exhilarating. Now, let’s make some new memories… every inch of skin revealed just for you.”

You are surprised by her comments but continue taking photos as she slowly slides her jeans down her sexy legs. You move closer, have her turn her body so we get the patterns on her skin made by sun and shadow.

“Mmm, this feels so good on my bare skin… makes me want to feel your hands tracing the same patterns.” She says in a teasing tone. “Are you ready to put that down and join me on the bench?”

“You are always so sexy.” You respond, as you put your phone in your pocket and kiss her. Her lips are so warm against yours. You reach up under t-shirt, raise it up and show off her firm breasts.

“Where do you want my mouth?” you ask. One hand caresses her breast, and the other moves along her bare thigh. “You are so damn sexy. I just want to see you cum.” You say, kissing her again. Your getting hard as you touch her.

“I want your mouth everywhere… but first, let’s see if you can make me beg for it” She whispers in a playful tone “Trace those lips down my neck, slowly… make me crave more.”

You softly kiss her mouth, then slowly move to her neck. Your hand on her breast softly caresses with your fingertips teasing her hard nipple, your other hand moves up higher on her thigh, to the edge of her panties.

You kiss her smooth skin down to the base of her shirt collar, with her t-shirt bunched up above her breasts. You then move to the upper part of her left beast. Her skin feels so warm against your lips, mustache, and beard you softly kiss your way down towards her nipple.

Your fingers on her thigh slowly move back and forth along the edge of her panties, teasing, without getting closer. “Mmmmm your teasing is driving me wild… your beard is so soft, brushing me. Don’t stop now, keep that fire burning…” she says in soft low tones.

Using the tip of your tongue to slowly lick around her hard left nipple, you also use your fingertips rolling her right one, as your other hand rubs the fabric of her panties along her damp pussy lips. Her nipple is firm in your mouth as you suck it hard, pulling her right nipple with the same pressure, as you continue to rub her panties.

She moans “Mmm, the way you’re playing with me….the heat’s building between my thighs….. I want to feel your fingers slip inside, spread me open… make me moan your name.”

You teasingly finger her wet cunt with more pressure, the crotch of her panties keeping your fingers from entering her. Then you slide the gusset to the side and slip two fingers into her. Your mouth and other hand continue working on her sensitive nipples.

She is so wet. Your fingers go in and out. The palm of your hand rubs her clit. You suck your left nipple harder as your fingers go deeper.

She closes her eyes in pleasure. “That’s it my love. Cum for me.” you say. “Cum where tourists sit and watch.”

Her breathing hitches as you talk to her, the thought of being watched turns her on. “Fuck, I’m close, so close… Make me cum baby, make me scream your name right here.” She pants.

You finger her harder until you feel her pussy tighten and pulse against my hand. Her moans echo down into the valley.

“I can almost hear the whispers of strangers watching us, it’s so fucking hot… Don’t stop, keep fucking me with your fingers until I explode.” She is fantasizing as an occasional car drives past.

You stop sucking her nipples and kiss her mouth again. Then you put you mouth on her clit. You lick and suck it as you work you fingers faster and deeper. She moans, almost whimpering in pleasure.

Sucking her clit harder, your mustache and beard is now wet with your saliva and her excitement. You work a third finger in, filling her and using your mouth and tongue giving her as much pleasure as you can.

Your own cock is pulsing in your pants from her enjoyment, and the pressure of the denim as you squat and bring her to another orgasm.

“Yes!” You feel her body clench as she cums hard. The fantasy excitement of being watched by strangers and everything you did has her sweating and breathless.

A car pulls up. It looks like tourists. You kiss her, as you help her get her jeans on again.

She grabs her sketch book and art box. “Let’s try a different spot.”

You glance to the couple who are taking photos of the valley. “Yes. There are a couple more overlooks on the byway.”

She kisses you once you are both in the car. “Maybe I’ll do something for you at the next stop.”

“Maybe.” You respond and drive off, as she rests her hand on your thigh, teasing your hard dick through your jeans.

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Hotel Stay

“Honey,” you say as you read the email on your laptop. “The company approved the training seminar and wants me to go next week.”

He walks into the room. “Where is it again, and for how long?”

You tell him about the city and convention center where it will be. “And the company will pay for everything. Travel, lodging, and even meals.”

He comes closer and kisses your forehead. “Next week and you will be gone for most of the week? Do you have to fly, or can we drive?”

“What do you mean ‘can WE drive’? This is work related,” you say.

He sits on the couch. “I know, but I can take some time off from work. Driving would save your company the cost of a flight, you won’t need a rental car, and you can get either a queen bed or two twins in the hotel room, so we only need one room.”

You think it over for a moment. “But it will take a day longer to get there.”

“We can either drive straight through and switch drivers, or we can stop for the night somewhere around the mid-point.” He says, getting up and moving closer to you again. “Remember, when we first married, we talked about driving cross country or just going on long road trips. It won’t be that but…”

“We could treat it like a vacation, especially since the company will pay for our hotel room at the conference center.” You finish. “You sold me on it. Let me email my boss.”

Shortly, you received an email saying “The cost difference between airline ticket and rental car for a week, and only paying you for mileage there and back, were enough of a cost savings that your offer was approved. Please ensure you save all fuel receipts and allow enough travel time to arrive at the conference hotel by Sunday afternoon.”

“We are approved, dear.” You say happily.

He comes up behind you and hugs you. “I thought they would go for it. I looked at the best routes to get there. Near the mid-point there are many hotels if we want to stop for the night.”

It's Friday, your husband fills up the car, as you print off hard copies of your information for the training conference. You know everything is digital now days, but you would hate to drive for two days and have the computer lose your reservation.

Then you pack your bags. Mostly business attire and casual clothing, with a couple pairs of jeans, underwear, socks, and workout clothes. You want to be ready to relax when you aren’t at the training seminar.

“We should leave early tomorrow.” He says as he returns and packs his bag.

“I agree. I have the neighbors taking our mail for us and watching the house.” You tell him.

He goes to you and kisses you. “You always plan ahead.”

Before the sun comes up the next morning, you leave. He drives as you sit in the passenger seat and relax.

You start listening to music, a playlist he created called “Drivin’ Tunes”, full of peppy, singable tunes from the ’50s all the way up to recent songs.

After the third song, you ask, “These are good. When did you make this?”

“The other day, after talking about driving, I thought ‘What songs do I miss listening to on drives?’ So, I made a playlist and made sure it had various songs and performers.”

You nod in agreement. “What do you want to listen to when it ends?”

“You can pick whatever you want, an audio book, podcast, or whatever.”

You relax in the seat and listen. After a while, you drift off to sleep as the morning sun is warm on your skin.

You wake up when he pulls into a rest stop. You both get out, use the facilities, grab something to snack on, then return on the highway.

He is still singing and enjoying the music as you travel.

By lunchtime, his music ended, and you put on a “comedy” podcast. “Do you want to stop soon, get some lunch, and put fuel in the car?” You ask.

He yawns. “Yeah, that sounds good. We are a little less than half a tank, but I could use a break.”

He finds a truck stop, where you fuel up, park, and get some lunch. The food is good, but you have to get back on the road. “I’ll drive for a bit.” You volunteer. You switch from comedy to a true crime podcast.

After adjusting the driver’s seat and mirrors, you get back onto the road. Your husband, after a few miles, falls asleep.

While you are driving, the story is really intense.  You clutch the wheel at times, and your whole-body tenses. You turn on the headlights as the sun goes down.

“Are you okay, dear?” your husband asks. You were so focused on the road and the story, you flinch.

You let out a slow breath, that you didn’t know you were holding. “Yeah, honey. I’m okay.” You respond.

“Did you notice that we are a few miles from the hotel, where we are stopping for the night?” he says slightly concerned.

“Oh? Let me switch the podcast off and put it to music,” you say. Your shoulders feel tight.

In a few minutes, you park in the hotel parking lot. Pulling out your bag, your back feels sore. “Are you sure you’re, okay?” your husband asks again.

“Yeah, I’m just a little sore and stiff.” You respond.

As you check in, you notice the hotel clerk is cute, and she smiles at you. You can’t tell if she is flirting with you, both you and your husband, or if that is just her being friendly. “If you need anything, just call, and I will bring up whatever you want.”

“Thanks,” you say as you take your bag to the room. Your shoulders and back feel stiff. You lie on the bed for a moment.

“Hey, honey. I realized I forgot to pack a few things. I saw a store nearby as we pulled in.” He says as he goes through his bag.

You groan. “Okay, give me a minute and I’ll go with you.”

“No. If you really don’t feel well, why don’t you lie down, go for a swim, call for a massage, or whatever?” he says as he grabs the car keys.

“Okay.” you respond.

The hotel has a pool. Maybe a swim is what you need. You forgot to pack a swimsuit, so you change into your sports bra and bike shorts, then grab a towel. Down in the lobby, you see the clerk and ask about the pool. “It’s over there. Just follow the signs. I wish my shift was over, because I would join you. Maybe another time.” You smile back and thank her. You can feel her watching as you walk away.

When you open the door, the smell of chlorine is strong. The pool is empty.

You set the towel on an empty chair and dive into the water.

Ooohhh the cold water feels so good on your skin. You do a few laps back and forth. Stretching your muscles as you do a lap of freestyle, a lap of backstroke, and a slow lap of breaststroke.

It feels so good as you stretch, breathe, reach, and kick. You wish you had someone to share it with, but maybe later. Even though your exercise bra, you can feel your nipples are hard. After a few laps, you lean on the edge of the pool, just breathing and slowly kicking your feet. You feel better. This helps, but maybe some time in a hot tub would help too. You see the small spa pool off to the side.

Getting out, you walk over, leaving wet footprints on the concrete. There is a button and a timer on the side for the water jets.

You step into the hot water. It is hotter than you expected, but it feels good. You reach over, set the timer and hit the button. The water pump kicks on, and powerful jets move the water in a circle. You lean back with your lower back against one of the jets. It vibrates and pounds you. It feels good.

You feel the vibrations through your body. You wonder if the clerk would like to be in here with you. Slowly rubbing her body against yours. Maybe you should return with your husband. You imagine him caressing you as the jets of water move against your bodies. The thought of it excites you a bit. Your nipples were already hard from the cold water, but now your pussy is tingling too.

Looking around, you notice there is a large picture window facing the hotel gym. There is a guy in there. He is on the treadmill, jogging at a steady pace.

He smiles at you, and you smile back. Through his sweaty t-shirt, you see he has a toned body. You wouldn’t mind having him in here.

You move to the other side of the tub, and lean against the edge, so that a jet shoots water at your crotch. The moving water feels good on your pussy as you spread your legs. “It’s a good thing I am wearing bicycle shorts instead of a bikini, or I would probably have lost my bottom by now.” You think to yourself.

For a moment, you imagine the guy on the treadmill licking your pussy as the hotel clerk plays with your breasts, pinching and sucking your nipples. You reach under your bra and pull a nipple. That, and the force of the waterjet, feel so good. With your other hand, you pull the front of your shorts down and you feel the water pulsing on your bare pussy.

This is heavenly. You are going to cum.

The timer on the water jets dings and the pump turns off. “Damn it. I was so close.”

The guy on the treadmill points to himself, then to you, and the hot tub.

You look at your watch. Your husband should be back. You look at “treadmill guy” and shake your head, as you get out of the hot tub.

Grabbing your towel, you dry off, then wrap it around you before you return to your room.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” The desk clerk asks in a slightly suggestive tone. “The water jets on that hot tub can help a woman relax better than any man.” Then she winks.

“It helped. I might come back down with my husband, in a bit.” you respond.

“Just remember the pool is supposed to be closed between midnight and 4am,” she says with that same friendly smile.

“Do you feel better?” you hear as you open the door to your room.

Your husband is putting a few things into his bag and pulling out others.

You come up behind him, kiss his neck, and hug his chest. Your wet sports bra leaves damp marks on the back of his t-shirt. “Should I tell you the nasty thoughts I had while I was in the hot tub?”

He turns, kisses your mouth, and hugs you tightly. “There is a hot tub. Mmmmm We could have a lot of fun, either by ourselves or with the right people.”

“Let me strip out of my wet clothes, and, if you are up for it, you can eat my pussy, as I tell you, my dirty fantasy.”

He lays a few dry towels on the bed, as you get naked.

Lying down, you spread your legs. He strips off his clothes too and looks down. “Oh, you were really enjoying yourself in the pool and hot tub.”

He puts his head between your thighs and blows a gentle breath on your pussy lips. After feeling the hard water jets, this feels different. Then you feel the tip of his tongue lick up and down.

“You don’t want to wait for my fantasy?” you ask.

“Your pussy looks so ready; I didn’t want to waste time.” He says, smiling up at you. “What fantasy has you so excited?”

As he slowly licks your pussy, you tell him about the desk clerk, treadmill guy, and your thought of having both of them simultaneously in the hot tub.

Your husband sucks your clit firmly, as he fingers your wet open cunt. You are breathing harder, imagining the clerk’s mouth on your clit and treadmill guy’s cock fucking you. It feels so good.

He stops and slowly moves up your body. You feel him slide his hard shaft into you. Spreading your legs wider, you pull him deeper into you.

You feel his mouth on your left nipple as he sucks it firmly. “Yes”, you say as you feel your orgasm building. Wrapping your legs around his, you feel him thrust harder and deeper.

Your orgasm flows through you as you hold him tightly. His cock is pulsing inside of you too. “Yes, cum too, my love.” You think.

He kisses you and pulls you both onto your side, with him still inside of you. “Do you feel better, Dear?” he asks.

“I do. Did you enjoy my naughty fantasy?” you ask as you feel his softening cock slide from you.

“I did. I wish we could have done a foursome in the hot tub.”

“If you are up for it, we can see if anyone is down there.” You respond.

Shaking his head. “Not tonight. We need to get an early start in the morning. And I have a feeling that the fantasy will probably be more enjoyable than the reality.”

You snuggle up to him. “You are probably right. Besides, you never know what we will find at the hotel during the training conference.”

You both sleep well.

In the morning, you find your bill slipped under your door. In a feminine script, you read “Thank you for staying. I hope you had a great time, and stay with us again.” signed Candice.

“Honey,” you say, reading the bill with a smile. “Did we plan on staying here on the return trip?”

Road Trip - Part 3 - Turnabout

 

After the Truck Stop and your interesting time in the Ladies’ room, you said that you want to drive for a while. When we get back to the car, you open your bag and find a clean pair of panties.

Looking around to make sure no one is watching; you pull off your damp thong and change into a dry pair. “Wow. You really are in a brave mood today. First the rest stop, and now here in the parking lot. Are you trying to attract attention from the truckers?” I ask laughing.

You straighten your skirt, climb in the driver’s seat and adjust it. “I could pull my tit’s free as I’m driving, but I don’t want to cause any accidents.” You playfully respond.

The sun is getting lower in the sky as we get on the highway. As you pass the road signs, you calculate how many hours it will take to get to the hotel. You sigh at the thought of arriving and checking after it’s already dark.

“What’s a matter? Why the long sigh?” I ask. “Oh nothing, I just realized that we won’t get to the hotel until after it's dark. I wanted to check in and walk around the town. I know it’s just a little tourist trap, but…” “I know. You want to see if there are any seasonal specials. We can do that tomorrow. We have the whole weekend, if you want.” I say. “I thought we were going to….” You start. “My love. I took enough time off, that we can relax, spend a couple of extra days in the hotel, and not worry about anything else.” I reassure you.

You lean towards me and turn your head, and I kiss your lips. “I’m glad. I think we need some time just to ourselves.” You say as you lean back in the seat and relax your grip on the steering wheel.

The traffic on the highway is lighter than you expected, so you turn up the music on the radio. It is all “Oldies” and “Classic Rock”. I start singing along to some of the songs, and I rest my hand on your thigh. “What are you doing?” you ask. “I thought ‘turnabout’ was fair play.” I comment wickedly.

“Maybe later lover. There are still other cars on the highway, and you don’t want to distract me.” You respond. I remove my hand from your thigh. “Ok, then I guess I will just have to occupy myself as you drive.”

You hear me click my seat-belt, undo my pants and slide them down. My soft dick and bare ass are full exposed as I re-latch the seat-belt. “Mmmm you are right. The warm seats feel good on a bare ass.” “Are you really going to do that while I drive?” you ask. I turn the radio down and start stroking myself. “What? I am just doing a little something to occupy my time.”

You keep focused on the road, but from time to time you glance down and see my hard cock. I cup my balls with one hand and slowly stroke it with the other. “Can I try, something?” you ask. “Of course, Love.” I say removing my hands as my cock stands fully from my lap.

You shift lanes so you are in the passing lane, and then reach one hand and grip me firmly. As you accelerate to pass a large commercial truck, you move my cock as if you were shifting gears. Forward, back, and to each side. “Mmmm That’s different.” I comment.

“Just wait. I think I remember the pattern. First gear.” And you move it hard to the left. “Second gear” you pull it back. You accelerate a bit more, “Third gear.” As you pass the truck, you pull my cock back hard. “Fourth Gear…….And now Overdrive.” You hit the accelerator harder and jerk my cock all the way to the right and up.

We hear the trucker blow his horn. From the rear-view mirror, you can see him smiling as you move ahead of him.

You release your grip and put both hands on the steering wheel again. “Do you think he liked that?” you ask. “I wasn’t expecting that. It is a good thing I wasn’t lubed, or I would have cum already.” I say slowly stroking it with a lighter grip. “Awww did I hurt it?” you ask in an exaggerated tone. “If you weren’t driving, I would have you kiss it and make it better. But I will take it from here.” I lick my palm and slowly rub around the tip. “Are you really going to jerk off as I drive?” “Why not, you played with your pussy and offered to suck me as I drove. Do you want me to play with your pussy as you drive?”

You look around, counting the vehicles on the road. “Not yet.” You say in a distracted tone. “Okay. You drive and I’ll just amuse myself.” And I start stroking myself with long slow strokes.

“Maybe I will pull next to the next big truck and let you give them a show.” You say joking. “Do what you want.” I respond and close my eyes, stroking a bit faster.

You notice my fingers playing with the tip, working it like a pair of lips. The motion reminds you a bit of what you did at the Truck Stop. “Are you fantasizing about having your cock sucked at the ‘glory hole’.” I am breathing a bit harder. “Yes, imagining you, on your knees, taking me through the wall.” I grip my shaft and then work around the tip, my eyes still closed.

There is another large truck ahead. You move to the passing lane but don’t accelerate too fast. “Tell me more.” You say.

You drop a hand to your lap, under your dress, and softly rub your crotch. The dry cloth feels good against you as you rub.

“You don’t know it’s me, so you talk dirty to me like I am a total stranger. You tell me that you’ll suck me, but your pussy is for your husband.” My cock is so stiff as I say this. “What if you offer to pay me to fuck my ass though the hole?” you say in a seductive tone. “If you slide your money through the hole, I will press my ass against wall and let you fuck me.”

I stroke more slowly and grip more tightly. “Yea, I can imagine it. Your dress raised up; your cheeks spread wide as you back up against strange cock.” You can imagine it too, as you rub your pussy a bit harder. “Tell me how my tight ass feels.” You say in a breathless voice.

You are slowly passing the truck and almost lined up with the driver’s cab. I grip the tip of my cock firmly and move my hand down while I have a tight grip. “Your ass is so tight. I just want to cum in it.” I say breathing harder. “Then cum. Shoot your jizz into my slutty asshole. Be the faceless stranger who’s cum drips from my ass.” You say in a firmer tone.

I pump my cock and spurt all over my hand. The trucker yells “Yea Boy! Look at that!” and blows his horn. I open my eyes and grab a napkin from the glove box to wipe myself clean.

You put both hands on the wheel again and pull ahead of him. He tries to come closer, but you accelerate and pull away. I lean over and kiss you. “Did you enjoy that as much as I did?” I ask. “You will have to wait until we get to the hotel to find out. Now pull up your pants before someone else sees you.”

You squeeze your thighs together for a second. “In the hotel room, I might have something special for you.” You say, thinking of the various role-playing games we can do. “I can’t wait.” I say as I finish fastening up and relaxing. I turn the radio back up and we enjoy the rest of the drive to the hotel.

Road Trip - Part 2 - Truck Stop

 

We have been enjoying our road trip. After we had fun at the Rest Stop, we got back on the road. You were satisfied by me, so you took the blanket, laid it across your lap fell asleep for a bit.

You feel the car slow down, you open your eyes. “Is everything all right?” you ask. “Yeah, we are still a number of hours from the hotel, so I wanted to stop and take a short break at the Truck Stop. Did you want some food?” I respond. “Yes, but I need to use the restroom first.”

We stop and get out. You adjust your short skirt as you stand up. You are still not wearing panties since the rest stop. You reach into your bag and grab a thong and put it in your purse, so you can put it on in the Ladies’ Room. I notice, and make an exaggerated frown. “Awww. I thought you were enjoying riding commando today.”

You lean close to me, kiss my cheek and say “My love, do you want me to sit in the Truck Stop restaurant and flash all of these truckers as we eat?” 

“You could, but I understand. Let’s go use the toilet first and then we can order some food.”

You go into the ladies’ room and enter the first stall you see. You sit down and use the toilet. You notice a hole in the wall near your head. Written in marker it says “Glory Hole. Knock if you want Cock”.

You finish peeing, wipe yourself and flush.

You stand up and take a moment to put on your thong. You had always heard the rumor of glory holes. “Those are just in porn movies” you tell yourself.

Than you take a moment, “What the hell, I’ll see what happens.” You knock on the wall. “Knock, Knock, Knock”

You wait for a few seconds and then the tip of a penis pokes through the hole. It is pink and thin, but you are intrigued.

You get right up to it. You softly grip it, so you can slowly lick around the tip. “It is definitely not my man.” you think. It looks different and tastes different. You lick down the small portion of shaft sticking through.

It is getting harder. You like the idea of sucking some strange guy. You suck the tip. You take it deeper in your mouth. You take it until your face is pressed against the wall.

It isn’t comfortable. But maybe if you suck him harder, he'll cum quickly. You put your fingers around it as you suck. You hear a groan though the wall as you work your mouth back and forth on the tip and shaft. You feel the pre-cum making it slick.

You suck him harder and taste his sour cum in your mouth. You take some toilet paper and wipe your mouth.

“Knock, Knock, Knock”

You look and see a larger, thicker, and darker cock poke through the hole. “Mmmm That looks tasty.” you say. You stroke it and lick it. This one feels better as you work your mouth around it.

As you do your pussy is getting damp. “I love the feeling of sucking strange cocks” you think to yourself. You lick and suck it. You take as much of it in your mouth as you can.

You hear “Oh Lord Jesus” through the wall. His cum spurts in your mouth. You are surprised how it tastes so different than the last one. Less sour, a bit more acrid. But not bad.

You wipe your mouth again as you hear some muffled comments though the wall. Then “Knock, Knock, Knock”.

Another dick sticks though the hole. “I’ll do this one, but then I have to go.” you say in a low tone. You don’t really want to stop, but you don’t want me to get worried about you.

This one is a dark pink, with a foreskin that is slid back. You slide the foreskin back and forth a bit and the tip gets darker. You lick and suck it. Your tongue gliding down the shaft. It feels different than the other two. You wonder how this one will taste. You stroke it faster and suck it harder. Your pussy definitely damp with desire. You wish I was licking your pussy as you suck these strange cocks.

It cums in your mouth. This one is a bit sweeter than the other ones.

You grab your purse, get up, and leave the stall, before someone else can knock. You wash up at the sink. Looking in the mirror you rinse your mouth, and put on some lipstick. As you do, another woman who is obviously on vacation, walks in and uses that stall.

After a few moments you hear a light “knock, knock, knock”. You wonder if it was her or from the other side. Regardless you hope she has as much fun as you did.

You look in the mirror one last time, make sure your top and skirt are straight. “I will need to change panties again.” you mutter.

When you come out, I’m standing just outside the fast-food restaurant. “Is everything all right?” I ask. You nod, “Let’s order something, then I will tell you all about it as we eat, I have a good appetite now.” you say as you lightly brush my crotch and wink suggestively.

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.)

Resting During a Road Trip - Part 1

How many months have you been on the road with them? Has it been two or three Moons? The Pack leaders would scold you for losing track of months, but in your defense, you can feel which time of the month it is. Between your natural body clock and the supernatural shifts with the full moon, you know what part of the month it is, you just have forgotten which month.

The air is still warm and pleasant as Betty continues to drive from small town to small town. You hadn’t been to this part of the country. When you left the mountains and forests, you came onto mostly straight ribbons of highway, cutting through farms, ranches, and orchards. It feels so good lying your head back on the seat, with the top down, letting your hair flow behind you. It’s almost like running in wolf form, but you cautiously guard your thoughts so Alice nor Betty scold you again about ‘thinking too loudly’.

It’s the New Moon. when have the most control over shifting. This week you can stay human if you want and even sleep in a bed. Maybe that’s what you need tonight? When Betty pulls into a truck-stop to refuel, and let Alice get some snacks, you ask her. “Betty? Do you have plans on where to stop for the night?”

She watches the readout on the pump and also keeps an eye on Alice. “Not Really. There is a good-sized town up ahead. I thought about calling ‘Al’ to see if there are any of my people here. I don’t want grab snacks in someone else’s territory.”

At that point Alice dances out of the convenience story with an armload of sugary drinks, candy, and beef sticks. She is dancing like a little kid, which with her blond hair and small frame, she could pass as, or maybe she shifted again to look younger and smaller?

“Alice. Did you pay for all that?” Betty asks as she finishes and puts away the nozzle.

“Yes, Mama Leech” she responds like a spoiled brat, and showing a hand full of bills and change. You look at her with a skeptical eye. “Where did you get the money?”

Before Alice can answer, Betty says. “Don’t ask, let’s just go.”

“Yes. I ha-ve my snacks! No-thing for the Leech and no-thing for the Wolf-ie.” Alice sings as she hops in the front passenger seat. You realize that Alice probably conjured up money. You aren’t sure how long a demon’s magic money lasts, but you agree with Betty and climb in back.

As the sun is going down, you see it shimmering on the wide river as you cross. You remembered that rivers were the economic lifeblood of countries in the past century but you had never crossed over one so wide. Looking out, you see small boats and barges moving up and down, but then you realize they must be huge because they are so far away on the river.

As much as you enjoy wolf form, you also enjoy evenings when you don’t have that hunger burning, nor the itching of your skin. When those feelings happen, transformation is the only thing that makes it better. But transforming is painful as it happens. Your bones snap and repair, your muscles stretch and rip, and hair grows everywhere. When the transformation is done, the pain is gone, but the hunger is there. It is nice to have a night without it. The Pack leaders taught you that as you age, you will control it better, and deal with it easier. But on Full Moon nights, you almost lose all control. No sleeping in a bed on those nights.

The sky goes from blue, to light orange, and eventually to purple as the almost invisible circle of moon sets on the horizon along with the sun.

Betty pulls up to a chain motel. Not too fancy and not too cheap. “Do they have any available rooms?” you ask. 

Betty smiles. “You really weren’t paying attention while I was driving, were you?”

You shake your head as you grab your backpack.

“I called ‘Al’ while I was driving and asked him for a hotel and some local contacts. He made the reservations, and would get back to me later with the rest.”

“Do you trust Alice in a room of her own?” you ask looking to the demon who now looks like a 10-year old boy eating a chocolate bar.

‘He’ holds out his hand to Betty. “I want to stay in your room Mommy. Big Sister smells funny, like a wet dog.” ‘He’ then sticks his tongue out at you, which is still long and forked. You shake your head following them in. Betty gives the front desk her information, and confirms two room, next to each other. One with two double beds and one with a single queen. “I wanna be a queen.” Alice says like a spoiled brat.

You look at ‘him’. “Little Brother, only girls can be queens, you would have to be a king.” As the woman behind the front desk smiles and hands Betty the room keys.

In your head you hear very loudly “I know all about Queens. I’ve known many a boy or man who was a queen.”

You take your card from Betty and go to your room. Alice starts skipping still holding on to Betty’s hand “I’m gonna be a Queen, I’m gonna be a Queen.” ‘He’ sings.

As you get to your room, you look at them, “So shall we meet up for dinner?”

“Not tonight Lucy. When ‘Al’ calls me back, I might be busy.”

“And what about ‘Little Brother’” you ask.

“I’m going out to pla-y and you’re not in-vi-ted.” ‘He’ sings.

“Whatever.” You respond.

Your room is the standard hotel room, with a queen bed, small bath room, mini-fridge, and other amenities. You sniff the air, smelling cleanser, and fresh laundry. As you put your pack on the bed, you notice the small binder, with the hotel’s name on the cover. Aside from the TV channel list and miscellaneous phone numbers, you find a list of local restaurants and a strip-map. Apparently there is a national chain wing place, and the usual other fast food restaurants all within walking distance. “Chicken wings and a beer. I like the sound of that.” You say aloud to yourself. “But let’s grab a shower first.”

Stripping off your t-shirt, jeans, and underwear, you throw them into a laundry bag. “I’ll ask Betty about hitting a laundromat again.” There are times when you wished you had Alice’s powers. She creates whatever clothing she wants to wear, and changes her looks to fit her mood. Tonight a 10-year old boy, tomorrow a 65-year old woman, or whatever she thinks will be the most fun.

The water in the shower feels so good. It’s nice and hot as it flows down your body. The water pressure isn’t great but you’ve had much worse on this road trip, and it is much better than bathing in mountain stream with members of your Pack.

You lather up the washcloth and scrub all over. Your face, your neck, around your breasts, your stomach, between your legs, and then down your legs. Truck-stop showers have better water pressure, but this feels more private. Using the complimentary shampoo, you thoroughly wash your hair. Your fingernails scratching your scalp as you work the lather. You silently chuckle at that, thanking whatever Higher Power there is, that you don’t have your claws.

After you rinse and dry off, you look in the mirror. Life on the road hasn’t been bad. You’ve encountered runaways and drifters who look so much worse. Thankfully you have Betty and Alice. If you would have stayed with the Pack, you’d probably look the same. Maybe have a little of that “biker slut” look that so many of the Pack bitches eventually develop. No, you look like a hiker, toned, healthy, and slightly tanned.

Pulling on a pair of denim shorts, a t-shirt, and your sneakers, you grab your wallet, cellphone, and room key. Time for some chicken wings.

As you get closer, you smell deep fried chicken and old beer. This place looks just like in the commercials, with large screen TVs showing various ball games and sports. Most of the customers look to be other people staying at the hotel. You sit at a small table, and look at the menu as you take a quick glance at the truckers, tourists, and travelers. “Blend in with the Three T’s.” your Pack leaders once told you.

The waitress comes up “What can I get for ya’?” She asks. You sniff the scent of sweat, perfume, and hair spray. She has apparently been working all day.

“I’ll have a plate of wings, extra spicy, a glass of dark beer.” Thinking that will help block the various scents you are starting to pick up.

“Be right back” She says, turning and checking on the family at the next table over. “Are you folks doing alright?”

You turn your attention to the game. It’s baseball. You’re not really sure who’s playing, but the announcer is just rattling off game statistics. Before the change, you probably couldn’t have heard any of it, nor smelled the sunscreen coming from the family at the nearby table.

That was one of the nice things about traveling with Betty and Alice. Betty has a scent like spiced wine or incense, along with whatever expensive cologne she wears, and Alice has a light smell of sulfur. At first it was a little off putting, but you think that’s why Betty keeps the top down.

A tall, dark beer is set down in front of you. You say “Thank you” to the waitress and take a sip. The roasted malt smell is what you really wanted. The flavor is good too, but the smell is a good distraction until the wings arrive.

A moment later, you notice Betty and a man walk in. He’s dressed like a businessman or a banker, just getting off of work, with the neck of his shirt unbuttoned and his sportscoat over his shoulder. Both of them have that spicy wine scent.

“Can we join you or should we get our own table?” a thought loudly enters your mind. Instead of thinking back at her, you stand up and wave them over. You still aren’t practiced at using ‘mind speech’.

They come over. “Lucy, this is Joseph. Joseph, this is Lucy, one of my two traveling companions.”

He reaches for your hand and kisses the back of it. “Happy to meet you.” When he smiles you see his long canines. Sharp enough to cut skin.

“I ordered a plate of wings. Would you two like something?”

When the waitress shows up, and they both get the boneless wings with extra spicy sauce. Instead of beer, they both order bottled water. “I might get a snack later, and most of them already have alcohol in their blood.” She thinks at you, as Joseph nods and smiles.

“So, are you both going for ‘snacks’ together?” you ask, aloud. This is the first time you’ve had two vampires together.

“We might. Truckers are always easy. We have to be a little more cautious about tourists, especially families.” He says as he sips his water.

Betty places her hand on Joseph’s “He’s local and his territory covers this and the next county. I told him we are just passing through, and with the New Moon, you won’t need any special arrangements tonight.”

When the food arrives the discussion continues about “life on the road” but Joseph is really curious about being a werewolf. He doesn’t know any in the area and you are the first one he has encountered. He compliments you on your clean, woodsy scent. He then blushes. Apparently Betty thought to him that all werewolves have a faint smell of forest to them. “I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just that..”

You nod, “Compared to the smell of deodorant, sweat, and sunscreen, it’s a pleasant scent. You don’t have to apologize. Both of you have that incense, spicy wine scent.”

After eating, Betty excuses herself and heads towards the rest rooms.

“I know that we just met, and I know that it’s very forward of me, but I would like to take you somewhere and make love to you. Not drink from you, but feel the animal passion within you during sex.”

“What about Betty? Weren’t both of you going to get a ‘snack’?”

He nods towards the restrooms. “She’s already found one. Has she shared her mental projections with you?”

You slowly nod. “She has done it a couple of times. I’m not really good with this telepathy thing.”

He softly places his hand on yours, “I could teach you more about Mind Speech.” The voice in your head is soft and musical. It feels warm and inviting. You feel a gentile tingling, almost like the wolf is stirring. Not enough to wake up, but enough to make you hungry again, and not for food. “Oh, so should we continue this back at your hotel room?” His voice silently asks you. Nodding, you take his hand, and pick up the check. He shakes his head. “Betty will take care of it. If she wanted you to pay, she wouldn’t have picked up a snack before we left.” He says aloud with a wink and a smile.

An impassioned grunting fills your head along with the feeling of your pussy being filled. Not your vagina, but obviously Betty’s. “Yes, I’ll pay the bill. I’m almost done.” Her voice moans in your head, and then silence. 

The waitress sees you and Joseph get up. He quietly says to her, “Our friend in the restroom said she will pay. If she doesn’t, call my office and we’ll settle up tomorrow.” And he hands her his business card. 

She smiles and winks at him. “I know who you are Joseph. I’ve seen your ads in town.”

Outside, you ask “Your ads?” 

He hands you a business card. “Joseph Smith, Esq. Attorney”. “Now shall we go to your room?”

(Come back tomorrow for Part 2.)

After the Faire

The Mid-summer Faire where you met Alice and Betty was so amazing.

You probably should have stayed with your Pack, but that night, it felt so good to shapeshift, and not scare them.

You and the Pack were hiking together to attend the Faire, but the night before you got there, the moon was full. The Pack Leadership had all of you stop, strip, and agree to meet up at the Faire grounds. You rolled up your clothes and put them in your rucksack.  As the moon rose, through the trees, your skin felt tight, and itched as it stretched. You closed your eyes and heard the cracking of your bones as you changed.

The pain is always excruciating but fades quickly. 

When you opened your eyes again, the dark forest was brightly lit by the moon.

As a wolf, your vision is so different.  The colors drain away but everything is sharper.  Your pulse is pounding as you howl loudly with the other members of the Pack.

The air is filled the echoing calls and then the sound of running paws as members run in various directions.

You want to run but you first take the strap of your backpack in your mouth and then start running.  You taste the dried sweat on the strap. Your front legs stretch out and move so quickly as you go through the forest.  The full moon has your heart pounding and your pulse racing.

Soon you stopped and dropped the bag from your mouth. 

You were hungry and hunted something. You try not to think about what you killed and ate while you were in full wolf form.

In the morning, you woke up naked, with both a carcass and your backpack near you.

You quickly washed using your water bottle, then dressed and got your bearings.

Soon you found a road. That was when you met up with Alice and the some college guy, whose name you can’t remember. You had fun just dancing, drinking, and breathing in the smoke from the bonfires.

At some point during the dancing, the three of you got naked. Then you and Alice took turns having sex with him.  You got so aroused that you lost control and shifted to your half-human/half-wolf form.  The sex while in that form was different and amazing.  You also had sex with Alice, licking and tasting her.  That was the point when she shifted too. Her pale skin turned to a dark red. Her blonde hair turned white and grew down the length of her back. Two small horns poked out through her hair. And her tongue…. It seemed to grow and lengthen as she licked you and sucked your clit.

At some point, Betty joined. She looked like she was sucking his nipples, but she made a small cut on the man’s chest and drank.  Then she had sex with him and each of you.

In the morning, she properly introduced herself and offered to drive you wherever you wanted to go.  She wasn’t too familiar with these forest roads but would enjoy having company exploring them.  You noticed that some of your Pack members had already gone, while others were still exhausted from the night. Your Pack leaders looked at Betty and Alice, when you mentioned that you wanted to travel with them instead of with the Pack.
“You are still a pup, but I think your new companions might help give you a new way of looking at the world. If you run into to trouble, call, and we will be there.” The older male said and kissed you on your forehead.

Putting your backpack in the rear of Betty’s car, Alice is already sitting in the front passenger seat. 

“Don’t you have any bags?” you ask.

“Nope.  I don’t believe in baggage. If I need something, It comes to me, and when I’m done, it just goes away.” she responds in a bored tone.

Betty tries her phone.  “I’m not getting a signal out here. Does either of you know where to go?”

“My friends and I came down from the north. There were a few small towns and villages.” you notice her finely manicured fingers, “but if you want a bigger city, I think if we take the road south towards the highway, we might have more options.”

She looks at you with those deep brown eyes, “Where can we find something fun and tasty?”  Her lips aren’t moving but the voice is clear and direct in your head.

“Hey, That’s not fair.” Alice responds while pouting.  “Speak aloud or don’t speak at all.”

You shake your head for a second. “What was that?” You ask. Betty smiles at you sweetly. “I think south is a good idea for now.  We can change our minds once we are out of here.”

Her backseat is cool and comfortable in the morning air, as she drives down the unimproved road.  There is a small gas station, and the car of the college guy pulled up to one of the pumps.  Betty pulls up to one.  “Can you top off the car? I need to go inside for a moment.”  “No problem.” you say, “Do you want Hi-octane?”  She nods, “Yes Please.”

As you top off the fuel, you glance look inside the store.  Betty pays with her card and kisses the college guy from yesterday on the cheek.  He seems dazed and confused.

“All right ladies, if we are ready, let’s go.” she says as you put away the nozzle and hop back into the backseat.  “You ladies were right; he was a nice guy.” she says as she pulls back onto the road.

The weather is nice and the music on the radio is light and fun. A perfect early summer day, as you get onto the highway.  There isn’t much traffic, and you try to relax and enjoy the feeling of the wind blowing through your hair. It is almost like when you are shifted and running full speed.

“Really? Running in wolf form is like being on the highway with the top down?” Betty asks. But you know that with the wind blowing in your ears, there is no way you could hear her unless she was yelling.

“If you are going to mind speak.  Will you make sure you include me?” you hear Alice say in a similar tone. “Of course, I wasn’t planning on talking at all, but Lucy’s thoughts are so clear and loud.”  You lean forward, between their seats.  “Are you really talking to me?” you ask very loudly.  “There is no need to yell. If you aren’t comfortable with telepathy, just say so and I’ll block you out for now.” Betty’s voice says clearly in your head.  “Wolves are too dull for mind speech.” Alice thinks loudly and rudely.  “Now, now, little Alice.  For someone as old as you, shouldn’t you have better manners?”  The voices in your head remind you of a parent scolding an angry kid.  “I didn’t call you a leech, so don’t mention my age.”

“This is crazy.  Ok, you are a werewolf, but telepathy isn’t real. Is it?” you think.

“You are right. At the next rest stop, we can take a break. I will answer any questions you have.” Betty responds.  “You are just hungry for a fat greasy trucker.” Alice thinks, as she turns to you and smiles devilishly. Her eyes have changed to red again, before they shift to blue.

After a while she pulls into a large truck stop.  There are gas stations, restaurants, and a small convenience store.

“Are you hungry.” Betty asks aloud. Her voice is a little higher pitched than the one you heard in your head. You nod. “I could go for something.”

Alice stands up and stretches. Her small nipples are almost visible though her light t-shirt. “I bet you would like something long and beefy, or are you in the mood for a little breast?” She asks playfully.

You think about how her nipples felt in your mouth for a second, and exhale.

“I think a chicken sandwich will be good enough.” you respond.

“See, I told you she wanted some more breast.” Alice says sounding like a teen.

You go to the ladies’ room, clean up, and then find Betty and Alice sitting at a table.

There is a tray with a roasted chicken sandwich. “I didn’t know if you wanted something on the side, so I just got you a sandwich.” Betty says as she has a cold cut sandwich with chips in front of her.  “Thanks. How much was it?” you ask reaching into your wallet.  “No, honey. My treat. I like having someone with me when I travel.” she says.

“What happened to Al.” Alice asks.

 She sips her drink and sighs.  “If you must know, I left him back in his loft. I was feeling restless and wanted to experience more.”

You take a bite of your sandwich.  It is hot and freshly grilled, but without sauces or vegetables. “Mmmmm this is good.”

Alice places her hand on your thigh.  “Do you want something better?” she asks in a low tone. You swallow. “Maybe later. Betty. You are a vampire. Right?” you ask quietly.  She smiles broadly.  “Of course. I thought you knew that.”

“So why are you quietly eating a sandwich and not drinking…”

“Because, my sweet lady, we only drink when we need.  We can eat like most others, but mostly meat or fish.”

“She likes fish. Especially Fish Tacos.” Alice chimes in.

Betty shakes her head.  “You know, for a demon, you have the humor of a tween.”

“I know you are, but what am I.” she sings like a bad PeeWee Herman impression.

“Wait. What? Alice is a demon?” you ask. “Like horns, forked tongue, and pitchfork?”

“I don’t carry a pitchfork. and as for my tongue, you didn’t complain last night.”

She says as sticks out her tongue. It grows longer and thicker, with a forked tip which flicks up and down rapidly.

“Alice, put it away. You don’t want to frighten any ordinaries who might notice.” Betty says like a parent softly scolding a bad kid.  “To answer your question Lucy, yes, Alice is a demon.  That is why she smells of sulfur and morphs into whatever she wants.  Right now, she, apparently, wants to look like a skinny, blonde 20-something. Tomorrow she might want to look like 2-meter-tall guy with….” “With an uncut cock down to my knees.” She finishes with a broad smile.

“This is all just too confusing.” you say.

“What is confusing? I am a vampire who was bored living where she was and wanted to see a bit of the country. She is a demon who freed herself from Hell and is having fun.  And you are a member of a Pack, who wants to learn more about the wider world.”

“I already know about the wider world.” you respond defensively.  “I wasn’t always a wolf.  My friends and I were out hiking when a wolf pack attacked us.” you explain.  As you do, you remember the first time you felt a half wolf/half human form cock as they fucked you viciously multiple times and in various openings.

“Oh my.” Betty says aloud. Seeing your thoughts clearly in her mind.

“More than one at once. He he he. No wonder you had so much fun at the Faire.” Alice says in a seductive tone.

“After the attack, I realized later that they had made me one and went looking for them. My friends didn’t change and didn’t understand me anymore. I quit my job and joined the Pack.” you say missing your friends and your old life. 

Betty reaches out and places her hand on yours. “Al explained it to me that not everyone could transform.  It has something to do with genetics. Those who can’t be part of this life will never truly understand it.”

“Yea, the leaders of my Pack told me something similar.” you respond.

In your mind you see flashes of Betty in a night club with friends, and a tall man. Then the man visiting her in her bedroom, and finally images of a hospital room and then a luxury loft.

“And now that we know everyone’s story, we can hold hands and sing ‘Kumbaya’.” Alice says holding both your and Betty’s hands. “Kum…ba…ya….my…Lord.  Kum…ba…ya.”

You pull your hand free. “Please stop. So, what is the deal with telepathy?” you ask quietly.

“Mind speaking.” Alice says in a childish tone.

Betty takes another sip, then sets down her cup.

“Those who are like me, can receive and send thoughts to others. We use it while hunting and eating. It is one of our abilities.  It is stronger at night, but even during the day I can pick up and send strong thoughts.”

“Leeches are weak-er in sun-light.” Alice says in a sing song again.

“So why could I hear you in the car?’ you ask.

“That was because you were thinking so loud about ‘how good the wind felt in your hair.’ That I immediately heard it and responded.  My mentor, Al, had warned me about extremely loud thoughts and how they broadcast to everyone around them.” She sipped from her cup again.  “Once I heard you, I just answered you in the same tone.  That is why you ‘heard’ me. Because I sent my thoughts to you.”

“What about her?” you ask pointing to Alice who is playing with the salt and pepper shakers. “Apparently demons have the same ability. But her thoughts are…"  “My thoughts are what? Like a porno at full volume?” She says wickedly.

“No. More like an animal orgy. With some of the animals doing things that they don’t do in real life.”  Betty answers almost disgustedly.

“Oh, they do those things where I come from. Do you want to see?”  Your mind is flooded with tentacles, hands, paws, claws, penises, and vaginas all moving back and forth against each other and calling for you to join them.

All of a sudden, a solid brick wall is in your mind. But you can hear moaning, grunting, and scratching on the other side.

“That will be enough of that.” Betty says in a sharp tone.

“Okay, but I just wanted little Wolfie to play with my thoughts too.”

You all sit silently for a moment.

Taking a sip from your drink. “Ok, Betty, were do we go from here?”

“I have already learned that if I travel alone, I attract attention. But if I have a couple of friends, then we can look out for each other and not cause a stir.”

“Unless we want to.” Alice says with a wicked grin.

“That’s it? Just traveling buddies? You aren’t looking to feed on us or anything?”

“No, my sweet Lucy. I won’t feed on either of you. I am not sure what lycanthrope would do to the vampiric virus. And as for Alice, she runs too hot and fierce, and really isn’t human. “

“I’m hot and fierce. I’m hot and fierce.” Alice sings.

 You finish your sandwich. “One last thing. What about sex? Last night we all…” “Fucked each other like bitches in heat.” Alice finishes.

Betty sighs again. “Lucy. As we travel. If you have needs and desires, we can assist each other. I enjoy giving and receiving pleasure from both men and women. But it isn’t something I have to have all the time.”
“I need it all the time. Do you want to see?” Alice says as she stands up.

“If you are done eating, I think we should get back on the road.” Betty says also standing up. You finish your drink. “What about sunlight, silver, and crosses?”  “I will explain it all as I drive.” Betty says as she finishes her drink too.

“Shotgun!” Alice screams as she runs to the car and hops up front.

 “I think this is a start of a beautiful friendship.” Betty says, doing a bad Humphry Bogart.

You nod.

That was over a month ago.

Since then, you have helped each other get what you need.  They both taught you how to control your thoughts, so you aren’t broadcasting to sensitives. When your pulse raced, and you wanted to shift. They gave you a place to return to in the morning. Alice also shifted to a form that was able to more readily have sex with you when you were in half wolf/half human form.  Sometimes she used her tongue to lick your pussy or grew a hard cock to fuck you from behind. And other times you used your long sensitive wolf tongue, licking her deeper than you can as a human.  And her taste is so powerful. Betty has you also lick her when you are in that form. Her soft cunt tastes so good and your rub your nose around her clit, helping her cum.

Betty came up with a plan to feed and also reduce the population of predators out there.  She called it “trolling for predators”. 

She would have either Alice, or you look like you were alone and helpless. 

When you were approached by a person, Betty would read their thoughts and intentions.  If they were good and straightforward, you all let them go.

But if they wanted to hurt or take advantage of you, then she would have you take them to a quiet place so she could feed on them. 

Most of the time it would be a guy, who was too helpful and friendly, and wanting something in return for that "friendliness".  Betty would drink from them, put a false memory of what happened and then release them. 

If it was someone who was bad, truly vicious. Then after Betty finished Alice would have fun.  Alice would go from looking like a skinny runaway or a little blonde tween, to full beast mode.  Watching her shift to demon form and have her cunt devour a man’s hard cock was frightening but also a turn on.  Especially when Betty would share with you the mental images of brutal sex the man had in mind. Alice's "justice" seemed more than fair.  

One night Alice looked like a tween boy, lost and needing protection. The man who went after "him" was found the next morning, half-naked, screaming and begging to be arrested by the police.  Claiming that a “‘Devil with three penises’ wanted to hurt him and steal his soul.”

All of you quickly left that town and moved on to the next.

You have to admit, you have learned more about yourself than you thought you would on this little road trip.  But you wouldn’t change it for the world.  You can’t wait until you see members of your Pack and tell them what you learned. But that probably won’t be until sometime around Halloween, if you have your way.