The Twenty-First Birthday Drive [MF]

*“Do we know what we are doing for your twenty-first birthday?”*

*“No. I don’t even think Dad has thought that far ahead. I don’t think he realises he has an adult daughter.”*

*“I wonder if he would be put out if we went on holiday over birthday, Christmas and New Year. I want to do something Stuart did in 1967.”*

*“Which is?”*

*“An epic drive between Cairns and Sydney.”*

*“Can we afford that?”*

*“Yes we can. I was awarded a Christmas bonus early for the work I have done in the
department this year. We couldn’t take on all the enrolments. That and my doctorate have made me a very busy boy and I want time away from everything and everyone so it is just the two of us.”*

*“I like that idea. I don’t have the dependence on family like some do. Dad hardly ever stays with us. He probably thinks the apartment is too small. I think Chris will be upset about me not coming home, but I am sure he will understand.”*

*“So we shall do it then. I think we need a month off just to recharge. The doctorate and work were fucking hard but I made it. I will organise flights to Cairns – fly to Sydney then onto Cairns and fly home out of Sydney. I will hire a car for the drive and I want to stay in some nice hotels.”*

It was an inspired idea. Despite what people thought, I did not spend every waking minute with my fiancé. Such a thing was needed to get us back on track. By November, he had decided he was going to teach for at least one more year before relocation and married life. I was going to keep on with my media roles until something better came along.

Come December, we had our holidays. We rented a car in Cairns and spent the day up at Kuranda before the onward journey. We stopped overnight in Townsville, Bowen, Airlie Beach, Mackay, Rockhampton, Seventeen Seventy, Bundaberg, Mooloolaba, Brisbane, Coolangatta, Byron Bay, Coffs Harbour, Port Macquarie, Forster, Newcastle, and Sydney. Even with the experiences I have had since that had to be one of the happiest times of our lives. There were no other interruptions in the form of work or friends. We spent two nights at each stopping point. That least gave us the day to explore. It was just how Stuart had described.

*“Australia is just a huge country estate of sorts. Rural towns with little more than a dairy and a pub. Except you find banana plants everywhere. There is that jungle feel in the air along with the mosquitoes. The beaches can be so quiet…and the roads. I sat on the beach at Seventeen Seventy and hoped I would find sweet love. I did when I returned home. There was Tracy, and now we are married with a son.”*

Stuart was the middle child of the Wilcox family. A year older than Stephen, he could easily have passed as Stephen’s twin if it had not been for the fact Stuart was only six foot. He was someone who completed police college but found it hard. A quieter and more spiritual soul who still had a rather raunchy sense of humour. On one hand, he made bawdy jokes about sex and on the other, he was rather fond of talking about more airy-fairy things like tantric massage. I figured anyone who hooked up with a Wilcox was lucky. I had the kink. Darren had someone who was rather into role play and Tracy was the kind to indulge in very long sessions of something rather sensual with the middle Wilcox. Much like sister Sam, I considered him a friend and we got along extremely well.

*“You do realise why I left the police, right?”*

*“I do. I don’t know if your father was that happy about it but you never seemed happy. Why did you choose to go to police college?”*

*“Trying to pretend I was a tall tree when I would rather be out with the flowers. I didn’t think I was quite man enough even though I am as straight as can be. But I couldn’t deal with the violence and the horror. Minnie threw me a lifeline there.”*

*“How did she know you played keys, guitar and violin on the side? You kept it fairly quiet even to Stephen.”*

*“Again, didn’t want to be seen as being creative, when really I am. I love painting watercolours, playing with the electric organ. Especially so with Dewsbury here. I want to encourage him to be whatever he wants to be. But Minnie saw me at Sam’s party and made a beeline. I told her I had heard about her 1966 trip to the UK to look at folk music. I told her I was really keen. I love the old folk songs. So, it really is the making of me…as I am sure your holiday with my brother will be.”*

I don’t think I could have picked a better family to fall in with. He was right. The holiday went fantastically well and a lot of time was spent talking about the future. Yes, he wanted to finish at university and continue teaching. We wanted to move elsewhere. I wanted to kick on with my media roles. We wanted to be married and have kids and a house by the sea.

The day I remembered the most was my twenty-first birthday. It had started with a drive from Mackay. There was not a lot to do there but look at old heritage buildings built around the sugar industry. We were heading to Rockhampton, where we would be doing a lot of walking along the Capricorn Coast. We had been blessed with amazing weather. I noticed Stephen made a detour towards Hay Point and found a quiet off-road.

*”Do we want to engage in some role play that might sound somewhat…I don’t know…
alarming?”*

His hand went up my skirt. Just as well I wore them short!

*“Well what do you have in mind, Sir?”*

He was already taking off my underwear.

*“Now I dreamed about doing this. Having you somewhat compromised while I drove down a busy highway, talking dirty to you and hoping I would find a wet patch on the car seat. I don’t know how long to drive for but when I am feeling like it is getting too risky, I want to go onto some side road, found a quiet spot, and fuck you.”*

*“Ooh I do like the sound of that. But it is risky as you say. Do you think we ought to risk it?”*

*“Well…the road doesn’t seem to be too busy today. The townships are not very big.”*

*“Ok then, Sir.”*

A scarf to tie my hands behind my back. My underwear came off, and went into my mouth. I was told to have my legs apart. Not that he could do anything, he was driving! A staged abduction, which is kind of risky because fellow drivers are not going to realise it is all
for horseplay. No sooner had we hit the Bruce Highway, the anxiety set in.

*“I do realise if we are caught like this, someone may call the police and question why I have a young lady in my car with her underwear in her mouth and her pussy exposed. Because I wanted to fuck her on her birthday and I wanted us to both be feverish about the experience.”*

Of course, I couldn’t indicate my pleasure at the idea. Other than a few muffled grunts. We passed through Sarina. The coast seemed clear.

*“I can only imagine how you are feeling. Anxious, I bet. Nervous. Stiff nipples will be scratching across your top because naughty Pet – I noticed you were not wearing a bra today. Titillation is a perfect word. Your clitoris will be throbbing and your pussy will twitch as you become more and more aroused by the fact you cannot speak or touch yourself. I have noticed that about you. One of the many reasons why I want you to be my wife.”*

We didn’t even get all the way to Rockhampton before Staff suddenly veered off the road near some place called Ilbilbie. Oh, fancy that, a convenient mound of dirt. The underwear came out of my mouth, I was untied. At first, we attempted sex in the car. I thought it was a stupid idea given Stephen was almost two metres tall. He then suggested perhaps outside the car. No, I vetoed that idea on the basis that there was every chance of creepy crawlies and poisonous snakes on the ground.

The rest of the drive to Rockhampton was feverish. I noticed the bulge in his pants while I contained to leak onto the seat of the car. I giggle when I think about it now. Stephen had a one track mind – he wanted a banging birthday!

I don’t think I could have predicted the turn of events at the hotel. We were going to have to relieve ourselves before dinner. He told me to get out of the car and wait. I made the silly decision to wear a leather skirt which was now slippery as hell because it was hot. No sooner had the door opened, bang against the wall and the rest of the clothes came off. The tumble and twirl of desire landed me on the bed with my legs apart. I played with my stiff nipples as his hand went to touch me downstairs. One finger. Two fingers. Three.
It felt so good. It became four fingers. I then heard his breathing change.

*“Are you okay there, Sir?”*

*“Pet, I did wonder…I do seem to have a tremendous effect on you. The bed linen is already damp. I have more than half my hand in you….well there is something I do want to try but I am almost too afraid to.”*

*“The whole hand? I am okay with that.”*
*“Are you sure, Pet? My hand is not small.”*

*“Yes, I am fine with it.”*

I was lost to the world already. I could sense the hesitation yet the desire to be daring. I was that wet it happened almost without me realising and I did let out a gasp. In usual Stephen style, there was that *“are you okay?”*

*“Holy fuck, it is as if you sometimes do not realise how much you turn me on. It feels wonderful.”*

I certainly hadn’t been stretched that wide before and it didn’t take long before Master found his groove again. The dirty talk started. He always found good channels to work with. He liked the idea he could make me flood so I would feel good on his cock. His cock is no word of a lie, rather impressive. Long and thick. Paired with the tightness one expects from a virgin, it was an extremely good fit. In recent times, talk revolved around how I had to be ready to welcome him and the effect got to him so much, he would spasm cum into me. Plant the seed and have it drip out and make a mess. Yeah, all those elements were there and I fucking loved it. That with touch, being stuffed that much and the talk saw me have one hell of an orgasm and it startled him. His hand escaped…

Not even seconds later, he was in me. He came in me and as he so desired, the seed ran wild. Even though we had talked about children as a near future thing, we haven’t really been that careful on this trip. I do not mind. Whatever will be will be?

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