Being on a golfing trip with 30 other guys can be tricky. While a day on the links can be competitive, it pales in comparison to the competition which begins after the sun goes down, and half of you end up at a bar across the street from your motel.
The town we were in is a college town, so the bar was loaded with eligible women, but being a little shy, and still reeling from having my girlfriend decide she’d rather be with someone else, I wasn’t expecting much out of the night…except to get drunk and ease some of the dull pain in my chest.
Some of the guys I was with hooked up before closing time, and had already gone off to do whatever debaucherous business they intended to do, leaving me and a couple others behind just before the bright lights came on, and the bartender ushered us out the door.
But something happened just as last call was being announced. Something which would help me mend the broken heart, and realize their were other fish out in the big sea of life.
A girl, named Cheyanne, approached me just as her and her friend were about to head out the door.
I was taken aback by her boldness. She came in close, crowding my space, placing her hand into mine as she introduced herself.
Being a little buzzed helped me play it cool, and not get all tongue twisted by this stunning girl standing before me.
“I’m Cheyanne,” she said, her dark eyes focusing on mine.
We shook hands, but Cheyanne didn’t let go, letting her thumb wrap around and caress the top of mine.
“I’m Jim,” I replied, not sure what else to say. But I didn’t have to worry because Cheyanne wasn’t afraid to carry the conversation.
Just as we were meeting, the lights popped on. It was blinding at first, but as soon as my eyes adjusted, I was able to take in all of her beauty.
Cheyanne was tall and slender, with flowing sandy blonde hair, and devilish eyes. I couldn’t stop staring.
“I was waiting for you to come over and say hi all night,” she said, her full lips growing pouty.
“I’m sorry,” I replied. “I guess I was just a little intimidated by your beauty.”
It was a good line, but totally made up. Truth is, in my sorrow, I hadn’t even noticed Cheyanne in the bar, but things were looking bright, but I wasn’t going to ruin it.
“You should come to my house,” Cheyanne smiled as people began filing out the double doors.
Wow, I thought. This chick is forward! How could I say no?
So I told my friends of my plans, and they all patted me on the back for what looked like an obvious score. But in my world, nothing is guaranteed, and little did I know that my night was just getting started.
Cheyanne and I jumped in the front seat of her car, while her friend laid down in the back and fell asleep.
“I live a ways outside of town,” she explained. “I hope that’s okay?”
Hell, I would have travelled to the moon at this point. No amount of distance was going to stand in the way.
Then we started driving…and driving…and driving. For nearly an hour Cheyanne and I held hands in her lap, my courage fading ever so slightly as my buzz began to recede.
Finally we made it, but I could see a touch of concern on Cheyanne’s face as we pulled into the drive.
“The lights are on,” she said, voice riddled with concern.
“Is that bad?” I asked, thinking maybe she had a boyfriend she failed to mention.
“I’m not sure. My mom might be awake.”
Mom? What the fuck? She was taking me back to her mom’s house to have sex? Suddenly everything felt wrong. I was with these two strangers, heading into a house, in a town I didn’t know. I’d paid so much attention to Cheyanne during the ride, I didn’t even know where we were. Just my luck.
Cheyanne held my hand as we walked through the door, and just as she predicted, Mom was sitting on the recliner in her nightgown, a big smile spread across her paunchy face.
I swear if I didn’t know any better, her mom was proud of her daughter for bringing home some strange meat to play with. I should stop drinking, I thought to myself.
At any rate, the night seemed lost. Mom did cook us breakfast though, so at least I was able to soak up the remaining booze in my system.
Food brings tiredness to the drunken soul, and soon both Cheyanne and I were wearing the look of two fading people, ready to crash at a moments notice.
Cheyanne told her mom she was going to take me back to my hotel, and off we went on another hour long drive, pulling into the Super 8 Deluxe at nearly 5am.
The ride had been quiet. Both of us were disappointed, but the atmosphere changes the instant we parked the car.
Cheyanne has this look; it’s hard to explain. It was like a woman who was determined to get what she set out for, and no obstacle was going to stand in the way.
We began to make out. Her lips were soft and fiery as our tongues met for the first time. Hands were flying all over one another, clutching at clothing, frustrated by the denial of not being able to get at one another.
“Can we go into your hotel room?” she asked as the windows fogged up so bad you couldn’t see outside.
Another deflating moment.
“We can’t,” I said, acting like a spoiled kid who’d had his toys taken away. “I’m rooming with an older guy, and I’m sure he is sleeping.”
This was the truth. For some reason, I pulled the short straw, and was forced to room with a guy in his sixties, and though he’d probably appreciate watching us two go at it beneath the covers, I really didn’t want Dave’s creepy eyes on me.
It seemed all was lost again. But like I said, Cheyanne was determined.
“I have an idea,” she said, starting the car, letting the windows defrost, and pulling back out onto the road.
We drove for another ten minutes in the opposite direction, until Cheyanne pulled down a backroad between two cornfields, parking on the side of the road about two miles down.
There was no stopping this girl.
Cheyanne exited the driver’s side, moved around until she reached my door…which I opened.
To my surprise, Cheyanne took off all of her clothes right there next to the car, standing on the rocks in her bare feet.
I was in awe, not only of her recklessness, but of her body as well. She didn’t sport an ounce of fat. Her breasts were firm and perky, and her ab muscles showed slightly as she inhaled the early morning air.
We traded places, and now it was my turn to take off my clothes out in the wild.
My excitement was through the roof. The risk and danger of being caught, combined with her unmatched beauty, was enough to have me standing at attention before my pants hit the ground.
My plan was to climb on top of Cheyanne and close the door, which would extinguish the blinding dome light blazing in the darkness. But she had other plans.
Cheyanne grabbed me by the dick, and as I stood facing the car, she began to work me over with her soft lips, running her tongue the entire length of my shaft, and cupping my balls with her chilled hand.
It was all I could do not to erupt right there. This was the sexiest, wildest moment of my life, and the way she slurped me into her mouth was like nothing I’d ever experienced.
I wanted inside of her so bad.
But Cheyanne has other plans.
She moved her way up onto the center console, and spread her long legs wide; resting one on the dash, and the other on the back seat. I wasn’t very experienced, but I knew what she wanted.
I dove my face into her bald pussy like a starving animal, lapping at her juices, which flowed like wine; sweet and intoxicating. Her clit was stiff, throbbing with each flick of my tongue, and as I slid a finger into her dripping hole, Cheyanne’s body began to convulse ever so slightly as she rode the edge.
But Cheyanne had other plans.
She commanded me to sit in the seat, which I obeyed like a disciplined soldier. Cheyanne climbed atop me, straddling my body with hers, guiding my hardness deep into her body.
Cheyanne’s grip was beyond tight, even though her wetness spread across my shaft. Her moans were heavy in my ear, as her lean body began to take what she’d set out to take all those hours ago.
I don’t know how long this lasted. Time quit making sense because all I could do was imagine her tiny hole, and soft, velvety walls, caressing my shaft with deadly efficiency.
And then she said it.
“Cum deep inside me.”
Her pace quickened with the words. I was startled and stunned. I didn’t know this girl. Was she on the pill? Did she have a disease? Did she do this often?
All these emotions and thoughts rattled through me, but Cheyanne’s intense pounding only quickened.
“You’re so deep,” she muttered in my ear. “Please cum deep inside me.”
I had no chance to resist. Her finally words tumbled me over the cliff as she sat down hard on my cock, burying me deep into her body as I let loose a torrent of my goody seed.
Cheyanne rocked back and forth, her body triggered into an orgasm by mine, milking every ounce of my seed until she collapsed into my arms.
It was all smiles on the way back to the hotel, where we kissed goodnight, and I watched as the girl of my dreams pulled away, and out of my life forever.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a5ntg5/mf_the_girl_on_the_backroad
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