About me: 6’3″, had shaggy dirty blonde hair and stubble at the time, about 180lbs and average sized fun parts
Long story, skip to the ***** for the fun stuffs
So, years ago I went with the girlfriend at the time to Alberta. Her family was having a reunion and she wanted me to go so she could show me off (I found out later that she had dated a lot of assholes before moving to BC and her family hated them all). I didn’t want to go, but I was young, and she let me touch her boobs, so I was blinded by titties.
We left and drove to Calgary, which is about a 7.5-hour drive from where we lived. Back in the days of gas being under a buck a liter and having a 4-cylinder engine…Cost maybe 120 bucks round trip. Now I love driving long distance. She sat and played with the iPod in my car and danced in her seat as I drove, a sight I greatly appreciated. For the purposes of this, she is about 5’8”, was a bit thick and had these amazing 36D’s that were in that sweet range of firm from all the stuff she did to keep in shape-ish and soft. She had a great ass too.
So, I’m driving along, and we hit the Alberta border and stop for a bite to eat. Let me tell you, Banff sucks. I hate that place so much. Mostly because that is where she checked for something in her bag and realized that she hadn’t packed the outfit she wanted to wear to the big day long reunion. She gave me the “please babe, we need to go back because that was such a cute outfit” look. I was 5 hours in to a 7.5 hour drive, slightly irritated from doing all the driving that ‘we are totally going to split the drive so you can write while we are on the way’, and horribly under caffeinated.
We decided to compromise. We agreed to stop in Calgary and go shopping. Now by we, I meant that she said it and agreed to also hit a lingerie store. Like I said, I was blinded by titty. Before getting back on the road, she ditched the hoodie she was wearing and let me enjoy the tank top view. Those puppies bounced a lot on the shitty Alberta roads covered in potholes (thank you Alberta for neglecting to fix that 150km stretch coming into Calgary).
I grew up in a small town and only ever really drove around it and the area. Driving in a big city was suddenly a very new and scary experience. My navigator didn’t help as she got us lost while trying to find a mall. Thankfully, they have a train system. So, we parked in a parkade and took the train to a mall. Again, small town and now in a large city, the mall was huge! I tried a few times to duck in to stores that had things I liked but was firmly told we were on a time crunch. She had called her dad and agreed that we would meet him and her grandparents for dinner in Olds (another hour drive away at least).
This girl was normally relaxed, but she was on a mission. I’m still certain to this day that if a meteor had been heading for the store she was looking for; she would have glared at it to send it away. After looking around for a few minutes she settled on a top that looked identical to the one she forgot and given that it was the middle of summer at the time, she opted for a skirt. I’d only ever seen her wear dresses at work (she worked in a care home in the kitchen and a white dress and slip were the uniform per the owners). But this one that she picked was cute, kind of a soft navy blue and it went to just above her knees.
Then it was time for my prize as the loving boyfriend/chauffer/food provider/outfit buyer, we went to Victoria’s Secret. I knew how long it would take to get to Olds and I knew how long it would take to get back to the car, so I took my time looking around for things for her to try on. Mostly because she was buying her own stuff here. After a few bras that she hated, she found a few kind of sexy ones. Blue is my, and her favourite colour. So, when she opened the change room door to let me see her in this matching blue bra and thong, I was in heaven. This was VERY clear from my shorts. I joked about fooling around in there, she laughed and flicked me.
Her phone rang and ruined the mood. Her grandma calling to ask if she wanted something special for dinner or just whatever. With the mood killed, she paid, and we headed back to my car. After a lovely trip around the city on the wrong train (like I said, she sucked with directions) we got back to the car and found the way out of town and up to Olds. Lucky for us, her grandparents lived across from the motel they had booked for us. Dinner was terrible, I mean, who the heck puts mayo on the inside of a grilled cheese sandwich??? Fun fact, I have a horrible reaction to mayo and get sick if I eat it. I learned that on that trip.
The next day was the drive up to Airdrie for the reunion. Her dad had offered to drive since it was easier than taking two cars up there. I was eager to get on his good side and said okay (I regretted that). We loaded up his truck, hopped in and headed off early in the morning.
*Now let me say, Alberta is a special place, a lot of normal laws don’t apply there. Like drinking and driving. Her dad brought a FLAT of beer for the day. At this point, I was still on good boyfriend duty, so I kept my mouth shut*
We pulled up to the farm where the reunion was being held and got all the things, we had brought up out of the truck. I spent the next hour of my life being burned from the sun as I inflated 6 million pool floaties and various beach balls. I smiled and greeted people as my girlfriend brought them over to meet me and see what a great guy I was for doing all that while people chatted. More than a few times I was told “You’re so nice. I love that she finally found someone that is good for her”. Each time, I smirked and felt better about getting sunburnt for all of this as I knew it meant a fuckton of ‘you owe me for this’ points.
It was about this time that the wind picked up a bit. It had been a calm day and the light breeze was paradise for me. I was inflating another beach ball while one of her cousins screamed that he wanted the green and yellow one right now when I looked over at her. In one of those rare moments where time just kind of stopped, I noticed that she looked a bit flushed. She shuffled over, holding the skirt in place and told me she needed to talk to me. Given she had been talking to an aunt that had asked when our wedding was, I figured that something stupid had been said.
*******
We walked over to the truck and she sat on the seat, looked up at me with those hazel eyes and said she wanted me right then. Not usually her style, she was more tease for a while, then please. I must have looked confused because she told me that the skirt was brushing the backs of her knees and between the fabric and such, she needed it NOW.
The truck was in view of the house. No way to hide anything. I suggested finding somewhere else, a bathroom or anywhere. She wasn’t in the mood to hear that. She slid the skirt up and she wasn’t kidding. She was wet. Wetter than any time I had seen her before. With a look around to check for anyone walking nearby, I traced a finger along her lips before pushing it inside her. She leaned against me, pulled my finger out and forced 2 inside her. Normally she liked a slow build, start easy and then get harder.
I kept thrusting my fingers in and out of her. With how wet she was, the sound was turning me on more and more. She was biting into my shoulder to keep quiet and her fingers were rubbing my back as I worked her faster and faster. I heard her voice hitch, which meant she was close. Without hearing anything further, I started slamming my fingers in to her as fast and hard as I could. Within a few more seconds, I felt her body shake and a new strange pain across my back. She was huffing deeply as I slowed my fingers down, but not stopped.
She lifted her shirt up and showed off the new blue bra that fit just so perfectly. I leaned in, gave her a kiss and kissed the top of each of her breasts softly. She giggled because with all the prep to drive out there, I hadn’t shaved in a few days. She’d never been a fan of facial hair, but she thought the stubble looked good on me. I took great amounts of care to brush my stubbly face across the tops of her chest, enjoying the giggles and moans coming from her.
Not wanting me to take my attention from her, she unhooked the bra and lifted it, setting her nipples free as the breeze blew. The cold air on them made her shiver and clench around my fingers. Taking the cue, I took her one nipple with the piercing into my mouth and flicked at it. Her hand cupped and started to rub the other. I gave her a soft bite, which made her moan loudly. Enough that she went red and looked over my shoulder to see if anyone heard her.
It was then that things went downhill. She was looking over my shoulder and noticed that my shirt had a lot of red spots on it. Given that I had worn a blue shirt when we left, this was a concern. She panicked and pulled away from me and told me to turn around. I was lost in titty, so I wasn’t paying total attention. I figured this was her wanting to grab my butt or something weird. The next thing I know, she had ripped my shirt off and was freaking out. I kind of faded in to paying attention and asked what was going on.
Her nails had raked my back bad, enough that I was bleeding in a few places. She was never good with blood (irony given that she had 4 piercings in each ear, her tongue, the right nipple and her belly button). As she is freaking out and worrying about the fact, I’m bleeding. I managed to calm her down and walked her through grabbing the first aid kit from my day bag and putting some bandages on me. To this day, I still have a few scars from that day that can be seen.
She wasn’t in much of a mood to continue and just wanted to go wash her hands. I didn’t let her off that easy, I took the panties she had kicked aside away and stuff them into my bag with my kit and told her she could have them back later when she bargained to get them from me. She left the bra off while she went inside to wash up and I pulled a spare shirt from another pouch of my bag.
The rest of the party was boring as hell. Her dad finished off the flat of beer and still had a few more. The food was burnt and tasteless. But I saw her a few times looking at me and was still blushing. When we started to pack up and I spent 2 hours deflating all the pool toys, she sat with me and just leaned against me while I worked. It was kind of nice to just sit for a bit.
Her dad came over and said that the people who owned the house would finish the deflating and that we were heading out and back to Olds. During the day I’d only had a couple bottles of water and a single glass of wine with dinner, so I said I would drive. His response was that he would, since it was his truck. I reminded him that I was sober, he was gooned and that I would drive because I wanted to live. I just grabbed the keys from him, helped my girl up and walked to the truck.
He climbed in the back, laid down and passed out before I hit the highway. It gets dark fast around there and I had troubles seeing with the shitty headlights in the truck, so I took my time. She moved to the middle of the bench seat and rested against me as I drove along. With no music, we just chatted idly. The nice thing about driving that truck instead of my car, the truck was an automatic, so no need to worry about the gear shifting. I had one hand on the wheel, the other intertwined with hers on her thigh, she gave the occasional squeeze of my hand to let me know she was still awake.
I had taken a wrong turn and ended up going the back way to Olds, which added about 20 minutes to the drive, but since neither of us were in a hurry it was fine (and we both laughed when I drove past a sign that said Dogpound). As I drove, she wasn’t really saying much after a while, so I pulled off to the side of the road as I really had to pee. I hopped out of the truck, did my business and took a moment to see if I could clear the headlights. Speed limit on that road was 100 and I was only going 60. No luck on the lights, so I climbed back in and got on with the drive.
I had to stop for gas in a small town, which stirred her awake and unfortunately, her dad as well. He paid for the gas, bought more beer and said he was driving the rest of the way. It was around 10pm and I wanted to eat real food, so I wasn’t in a mood. I tossed his beer in the back seat and told him to drink back there. No objections, he climbed in, opened a beer and passed out before he took a sip. I love the smell of beer filling the truck as I drive…
We rolled the windows down to try and spare us of the stink, but it didn’t do too much good. I honestly think that Alberta is just a puddle of spilled beer with a bunch of dirt on top.
She took the window seat and just laid across the seat with her head on my lap. The whole day had been rough for her (I heard later that she hadn’t seen those family members in a few years and hadn’t seen her dad in almost 10). I just rested a hand on her head and brushed her hair as I drove. Getting closer to Olds, there were streetlights, so I was able to hit the speed limit. She nuzzled against my lap when the lights went overhead and lit up the inside of the truck for a moment. Rolling on to her back and looking up at me, she smiled and thanked me for being so great with her family during the day and for making the trip out with her. I just laughed and said that was my job as boyfriend, had to be bragging material in front of the family.
******
She laughed at me and reached up to scratch my chin, which she had taken to doing since I had gotten scruffy. She was fidgeting a bit and ended up putting her feet out the window to try and get comfy. The skirt resting in kind of a bunch over her lap with her legs raised. As we passed under a light, I caught a quick glimpse and took the opportunity to reach over and flip it up over her stomach so I could see her bare pussy. She made a noise, mostly just being caught off guard. I looked in the mirror and her dad was still out and snoring. With a smirk, I reach down and pushed her legs apart a bit, teasing her clit softly as I drove along. She was doing a decent job of staying quiet this time, laying and enjoying my fingertips teasing her. As we pulled into Olds and up to the motel, she was riding through another orgasm. I parked softly so I didn’t wake her dad, who was staying in the same motel, but a different room.
I let her go into the room first, so I could wake her dad up. He sat up and went to drink from the empty can, realized it was empty and grabbed another. I sent him off to his room with his case, grabbed my bag and locked up the truck. She had closed the door, which of course locks when it gets closed and I didn’t have a key. So, I knock loudly and call to her, so she knows I’m there and need inside. She opens the door with one of the motel robes around her and lets me in. She’d gone into the bathroom right away to draw a bath (She loved sitting in the bath and relaxing, or just because it was a place she could nap in peace). I laid down on the bed and relaxed while she took a hot bath. I dozed off a bit because that bed was so comfy and soft.
*****
I woke up to her sitting on the bed wrapped in a towel asking if I was hungry. With a couple fast food places nearby, I said that I could eat something. She climbs up on the bed and sits down on my face, pressing herself against me with a laugh. She smelled so clean and even for being out of the bath, was still wet. I stuck my tongue out and pressed it against her clit hard. She moaned out and told me that I should expect sleep that night. With everything that day, she was in rare form and wanted to spend the night awake.
I pushed a finger inside her and kissed her clit again. My tongue rolling in circles around it, flicking it as my finger slid in and out of her. She had leaned forward and was trying to undo my belt (the drawback of a tactical belt and a girlfriend that isn’t always bright). I reached down with my free hand and unclasped my belt, her hands eagerly pulling my pants down and tossing them aside. I let out a gasp when I felt her cold tongue stud against my dick as she took me in to her mouth. Even to this day, she remains the best BJ I’ve ever had. She just knew how to suck and work a dick just right.
Like I said, she was in rare form. The usual slow and perfect BJ was out the window. This was sloppy, wet and fast. She wanted me to cum and she wanted it right then. Her hands rubbing my balls as she took me deep in to her throat. It didn’t take long when she was in a mood like this to bring me over the edge. I shuddered and tried to warn her, but my mouth was occupied and the only warning she got was the twitch.
With all the prep for the trip, it had been a few days since we’d had sex and longer since I had played a solo round. I flooded her mouth with my load, and she swallowed it all down without slowing too much. She didn’t let me rest, she just kept sucking and fondling until she had her own orgasm shortly after. She climbed off my face and leaned in for a kiss. Normally she and I were careful about that as she wasn’t a big fan of her own taste and she didn’t know how I felt about my own (this was years before I came out as Bi), but in the heat of the moment, things happen. I was still hard thanks to youth and the naked woman on top of me.
She didn’t waste any time, she grabbed a condom from the small bag on the nightstand, put it on me and hopped right on. Feeling myself bottom out inside her quickly, I just moaned loudly and sat up to play with her tits as she rode me. Each time she bounced up, she was up just high enough that only the very tip of my dick was still inside her and each time she slammed down she would grind against me. She came a few more times doing that before I felt the feeling rise in me. I told her I was going to cum again. With a swift movement, she climbed off again, ripped the condom off and sucked me off until I did.
We both collapsed for a few minutes. She was breathing heavily and was covered in sweat. Laying there and seeing her chest glistening like that, it wasn’t long before I was hard again. She looked down at me and asked me to get up off the bed. I stood up and got off the bed. She gave my ass a slap and stood up to bend over the edge of the bed. Shaking her ass side to side and telling me to get back inside her.
That was all the encouragement I needed. I put on a condom and slid back inside her and started to thrust in and out. She gripped the bed and told me to go harder. I started thrusting as hard as I could, slapping my balls against her each time. Figuring that one good slap deserved another, I smacked her ass firmly on both cheeks. She cried out and asked for another (new kink learned, she liked being spanked). I obliged with further smacks and deeper thrusts. Giving myself the go ahead, I teased her ass as I bucked into her. Slowly pushing the tip of my finger inside, she groaned and moaned. With no signs that it was off limits, I spat on her ass, pushing my finger in deeper. With both her pussy and ass getting attention, she came quickly. I kept thrusting, the feeling of her pussy griping me was too great to pass up.
I could feel myself getting close, so I warned her again. She pushed her hips back against me, shoving me balls deep inside her. Being so deep and warm, I couldn’t hold back and came. I felt a little weak, so I pulled out and flopped down on to the floor to catch my breath. She sat down opposite of me, breathing just as heavy and looked at me.
She was a little shocked that I had teased her backdoor, since I wasn’t normally the adventurous type like that. I told her I was just going with it and apologized if it was too weird for her. She wasn’t against it but wasn’t sure it was for her. I shrugged and left it at that. I didn’t want to risk turning her off continuing with the sex. We sat for a bit and just talked, she’d moved to lean against me and let me just absently play with her boobs while we talked.
She went over all the BS from her family through the day. I apologized for being kind of a dick to her dad when we left about the drinking and driving. It was kind of nice. Plus, her boobs were soft and fun to play with so she could have been telling me the whole plot to every episode of Sex and the City and I wouldn’t have cared at that point.
It was getting close to 1am when she stood up to find something to eat. Our grumbling stomachs had really broken the mood. All we had in the room was a couple water bottles and a can of pop. So, we made the plan to walk over to the Denny’s and get something to eat. She pulled on the skirt from earlier and a hoodie, leaving the undies off. I just pulled on my shorts and a t-shirt without worrying.
The nice thing about Olds at 1am, there is literally no one around. The servers in Denny’s were all sitting and talking when we strolled in. They just waved and told us to sit wherever we wanted. We took a table in the corner and waited on a menu. Once we had menus and ordered, we sat and talked while she was cuddled against me. It didn’t take long for her to get frisky. No one could see her under the table with me sitting beside her and against the walkway. She took my hand and slid it up under her skirt. I looked at her to see if she was serious, she just winked and took her hand away.
*****
I traced my fingers along her lips, teasing her clit and slowly pressing a pair of fingers inside. She held her breath and tried to stay composed. I kept my hand up her skirt as we sat, even while the waitress brought out our food and we ate. She came a few times while we sat there, each time she did she would clench her hands and bite her lip. After finishing our meal, we paid and went to walk back to the motel.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me around the building. The place was in the middle of a parking lot, so it was dark all around and with all the businesses closed, not a lot of traffic around. She tugged my shorts down to my knees and lifted her left leg to wrap it around my waist. Guiding me back inside her, she kissed me as I pushed inside. I whispered in her ear between nipping on her that we didn’t have a condom, she said she wasn’t worried, so neither was I. We’d never tried sex standing up, so it took some getting used to in how to do it right.
The cold night air sped things up for both of us and I felt myself about to cum again. I stiffened up and held on. She just leaned in and told me to cum. Hearing that was all I needed as I relaxed and let myself cum inside her for the first time. Her lowered her leg, adjusted the skirt and pulled my shorts up. Then grabbed my hand and dragged me back to our room.
By this point we were both running on fumes. It was closing on 2am and we’d been up since almost 6. We stripped back down, climbed into bed and cuddled up. I think I was out inside of a minute.
The next morning, the awful trip continued. No more nights near that fun, but she kept that skirt as long as we were together. And I never did give back those panties.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gsp7qs/when_i_got_dragged_to_a_family_reunion_with_a_gf
Great read!