My boyfriend (now fiance!) and I are long distance, but he travels a lot for work. Last summer, his work took him to a city halfway between where we live currently and suggested I meet him there for the weekend. I’d been working hard, and was justified in taking a little R&R, so we booked flights and planned to meet at an airport about 3 hours away from the location of his trip.
I thought about how badly I wanted to fuck him all flight, so by the time we landed I was dripping. I was surprised people couldn’t smell the thirst on me–maybe they could, but they were just being polite. Before landing I removed my panties in the plane bathroom, leaving me in only a tight black crop top and a long flowing skirt. I liked the way it hugged my legs when I inspected what I could in the mirror. I stuck a finger deep in my pussy, shuddering at how wet it was before returning to my seat and experiencing the longest 20 minutes of flight ever.
I didn’t have to wait long after de-planing to see him. My boyfriend’s flight had gotten in at the adjacent gate. I pressed myself close for a hug and a hungry kiss, my nipples hardening against his chest. My moment was ruined by the fact that we had to rush to collect luggage and pick up the rental car, but I had already waited this long, what would another hour be?
We listened to a podcast for the first part of the trip while I navigated us to the long stretch of highway we’d take to our hotel. The conference he was going to was decently far, and although I’d landed in the afternoon it was already dark and we still had a few hours to go. He was flipping through more podcasts after our first one ended when I breathily asked “Do you want to know a secret?”
“Hmmm…do I?” He asked. He does this frequently.
“I think so–but you tell me” I winked at him and bit my lip. I lifted my skirt to flash him my bare pussy and his eyebrows raised. “No panties”
“Fuck” he moaned, tearing his eyes away to look at the road again. “Are you going to play with yourself?”
In response, I just licked my fingers and began to trace around my clit with two fingers. “How many times do you think I can come before we reach the hotel?” I had been known for being able to come easily and frequently, especially when masturbating. The extra thrill of doing it on a somewhat busy highway had me on edge and ready. He laughed, and responded “Let’s find out ;)”
While he drove, I alternated circling my clit and dipping into my wet slit for extra lube, each stroke punctuated by quiet moaning.
“How does it feel, to be such a slut that you can’t even wait for the hotel to pleasure yourself? What if someone looks over?” He teased, although the bulge in his pants told me he was at least as turned on as I was. I came once, hips bucking in the passenger seat and face flushed.
“It’s so hot to see you like this.” Other people must’ve thought so too, as there were a few cars that slowed down as they passed us to get a look in their rear view. I laughed, and then put my hand on his leg.
“Is it okay if I play with you a bit too?” I asked, not wanting to distract him /too/ much from the road. He nodded, and I was quick to unzip his pants and pull out his cock. It’d been months since we’d been together, and I was craving it. The ergonomics of a passenger seat blowjob were not working out for me while in motion, so I spit on my hand and lightly stroked him. At the same time, I was working my clit again and quickly building a second orgasm. He reached over and stuck two fingers deep in my pussy while I did so, fingering me as best as he could while maintaining steady control of the car. He withdrew his fingers, licking them clean, and then placed both hands back on the wheel.
“Traffic’s getting a bit heavy, so you don’t need to worry about me anymore, but definitely keep playing with yourself.” I put his cock back, and then came again, this time massaging a tit while I did. I righted my skirts and we rode in silence for a while before he changed lanes to go to a rest stop without saying a word. We parked in a spot far away from other cars, and I bit my lip in anticipation. Turning off the car, he pulled out his cock again and pushed my head gently toward it. I obliged enthusiastically, using a lot of tongue and spit to give the sloppiest blowjob of my life. I used my free hand to play with my clit, but soon he was unloading ropes of sticky cum down my throat.
“Fuck, you are so sexy” he moaned, after I licked him clean. I giggled and we got back on the road. I came once more before we pulled into the hotel parking lot. I was sweaty and definitely smelled like pussy, and he looked like a cat that’d gotten into the cream.
After what seemed like an eternity of checking in, we rode the elevator to our floor. He groped me the entire way and I was begging to be fucked fast and hard. We barely closed the door and dropped our bags before he pushed me against the wall, playing lightly with my pussy over my skirt and mere millimeters away from the deep kiss I craved.
“How badly do you want it?” He asked. I just whimpered in response, reaching to rub his cock over his pants.
He knelt down and lifted my skirt to lap at my clit, while I gasped. I was so wet, and his tongue was exactly what I wanted. Just when I was getting close, he stood back up and bent me over the bed. I shrugged out of my shirt and bra, but left the skirt on, and he unzipped his pants. He teased me, slowly pushing just the tip of his cock into my soaking pussy while I squirmed to take more of him. He then began to rhythmically fuck me, harder and harder until the sound of groin to ass was deafening. The entire time I played with my clit, but wet as I was I reached a delicious (infuriating) plateau. We changed positions several times, finally with me on top. We had shed more clothing, and as I bounced I realized that soon my boyfriend (who hadn’t already come three times) was ready to burst. He held me steady, and this time filled my pussy with his load. I collapsed on top of him and we embraced, out of breath.
“We should do this again” we agreed. As he grew soft, I climbed off to clean up, but not before licking the rest of his cum off his cock. I rejoined him quickly, tossing to and fro but unable to abate my continued horniness.
“Hey, I think I need to come one more time before I sleep” I said after a while, suddenly shy.
“Oh? Be my guest–I love how insatiable you are.” He snuggled up to me, playing with my tits and slipping a finger into my pussy as I rubbed one final orgasm out. And then, we promptly fell asleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eqb1ox/road_trip_hotel_fun_fm