Chapter 5: Road Trip
I wake up on Saturday morning on my left side. For the first time in ages, I’m her Big Spoon again. The room is way too bright for my liking, so I don’t drift back to sleep. I spend time studying her breathing patter. Staring at the tattoo on her back. Counting her freckles. I don’t want to disturb her slumber. She’s just too goddamn cute, and I like having the privacy to focus on the little things I haven’t been able to experience in so long.
“Nightclubbing” by Iggy Pop is playing in the background from our playlist.
She starts to rouse out of her sleep. She turns to face me. I greet her with a smile, my eyes squinting from the brightness of the morning sun creeping through the blinds.
“Good morning mister”
“Good morning. How did you sleep?”
“Better then I have in quite a while. You’re so goddamn comfortable”.
“Hmmm. Yeah, me too. But to be fair, I was exhausted. Long day yesterday, and we used a lot of energy last night”. (My sweet guy way of saying I know I fucked your brains out last night).
“So Mister Man, did you still want to break out and do something today?”
Shit, I forgot that I suggested an actual date that doesn’t involve me owning her pussy in her apartment. I’m initially hesitant. I want to use every free second I can to be inside of her. But I relented because this was my idea.
“Sure! What do you want to get into?”
We spend maybe 15-20 minutes reviewing our options. Nationals baseball game (a 10 min metro ride away). Bowie Baysox minor league game. I instantly reject this because it would involve us being out later than I’d like. The evening is for her to pleasure my cock, not routing on minor league baseball players.
We settle on a quick road trip to Annapolis, the capital of our fine state. I lament that I haven’t been there since a field trip to the Naval Academy in 5th grade. Side Note – that trip stood out to me because 5 mins before we got on the bus to head back, a bird shit on my shirt. The other kids, of course made fun of me, and I sat in the back of the bus alone the whole way back.
We Google Map the trip to confirm the commute time is 36 minutes from her place. The timeframe is acceptable to me. I can hold off my urges for 3-4 hours. I’ve waited more than a year, right? What’s 3-4 more hours.
“Ok, plan is set. But before we go, I need some more of that amazing cock in my mouth please”
She says with a sly grin.
This of course is music to my ears. The fact that she said please is the cherry on top for both my sense and ego. I pull the comforter down to reveal my already hard dick.
She’ begins eagerly sucking me. There’s no slow build up. She can’t wait to get more in her mouth. I lay back and let her have at it.
She angles herself between my legs. Her tits are slightly swinging as she bobs on my dick.
“Mmm fuck. Atta girl. Take it all” I tell her as slurps all of me in and out of her mouth.
She starts to lightly tickle my balls with her tiny fingertips. I feel my cum building up now.
I grab her head and force my cock down her throat, shooting my load deep into her mouth.
She lifts her head up slightly to make eye contact. She winks at me as she cleans me up with her tongue. The wink is so adorably slutty it makes my cock jump.
She runs to the bathroom for a quick clean up. When she leaves I hop in the shower to start getting ready. When I come out, bacon, eggs, and coffee await me.
We briefly act our age. Talking about geopolitical conditions of the day over breakfast and coffee.
She grabs a shower. She gets out, gets dressed, packs a vape and throws two road mimosa’s into a thermos for our trip.
We hop into her black Ford F-150 (which is ironic to me because she’s fucking pint sized, but drives this big, manly man truck).
We briefly troubleshoot the tech issues with her Apple Car Play and we’re off.
“Magnolia” by J.J. Cale plays from our playlist as we start the trip.
We are half way there as I realize I’ve left my wallet on the counter in her place (at least I assume it’s there, but I start to worry that it fell out of my pants getting into her monster truck).
She laughs at my brief anxiety, reminds me that I’m usually a cheap date (with yet another adorable wink, which once again makes me hard).
She tells me not to sweat it. And that she can cover lunch. I begrudgingly accept this. So far, this is my only misstep during the weekend.
We arrive and find a parking garage downtown. She takes her massive truck to the roof of the garage, and we disembark on the town.
It’s partly cloudy, and mid 60’s. Almost perfect weather as make our way down on of the main street of downtown Annapolis. It’s more beautiful than I remember appreciating as a 5th grader. Everyone we pass seems to have a smile on their face. As we hit the square area of downtown, live music starts to kick in. Midshipmen are sprinkled about the crowd from all angles, decked out in their Navy dress blues. I stop scanning the skies in the hopes of preventing another bird shitting incident, and I start to relax and grab her hand as we walk through town.
We find a road that leads past several yacht clubs, towards a drawbridge. I’m in full on tourist mode, I start to snap pics of the sail boats in the harbor.
We make it half way down the length of the bridge and decide to turn around. Mostly out of irrational fear that they may have to open the bridge while we’re on it.
Back into town, we make our way to the state capital building. Even though the dome of the state house is covered in scaffolding, it’s really beautiful.
We find a bench and sit to take a breath. After a brief chat about family, we’re both aligned in the fact that we’re starting to get hungry. Instead of finding a place in town to eat, she recommends a place on the outside of town that she’s been to. “Do your worst, D.C. Girl” I smirk at her as we make our escape.
She takes me to a restaurant on the outskirts of town called The Pier. On the surface it’s not much to write home about. But we were hoping to be able to eat outside, and this place would fit that need.
After talking to the hostess, she lets us know the best she can do is the back deck area, which is mostly enclosed. But the breeze feels good, and after a long night of fucking and sucking, followed by a 5 miles trek on foot around the charming streets of Annapolis, we’re agreeable to anything at this point.
The back deck area is packed within fifteen minutes of us being seated. We remark that we’ve arrived just before “bro o’clock” as a crew of twenty-somethings in hoodies and beach shorts converge on our area.
I apologize again for forgetting my wallet. I really do feel bad. She takes my hand and says “babe, will you stop. It’s fine!”.
The gesture is heart warming. I’m again in a state of just basking in her adorable cuteness. At the moment she’s perfect. And I’m having a blast.
As we’re finishing our food and drinks, it dawns on us that in the eight months we “dated” this is the first time we’ve actually sat in public to break bread together.
This revelation is both surprising, and not at all surprising. We’ve never been a typical couple. When we first met we initially used each other to primarily to feed our sexual urges. In doing that, we happened to find we have a lot in common and that fact allowed us to be closer,
Maybe faster than either of us intended. But apparently not close enough to eat and drink on public before this moment.
I use this opportunity to make a toast to new beginnings, and we finish our drinks, grab the check, and head towards the truck.
I scan the parking lot. We’re in the back corner because of her massive truck. I reach my hand into her leggings.
“Can I start paying you back now?” I ask as I reach into her leggings and start playing with her pussy.
Her hands start to grip the wheel.
“Mmmm…Surre daddy” she replies.
She starts grinding against my hand. She’s getting very wet.
“Mmm fuck that feels good” she says.
Her legs start to tremble. I break our kiss.
“Keep your eyes looking forward. We don’t want to get caught now do we?” I tell her.
“Yes sir. No sir” she replies.
I squeeze her clit between my index finger and my thumb.
“Oh no” she says as she starts to squirm underneath my hand.
“Eyes forward young lady” I remind her.
“Yes sir” she eagerly replies.
“Sir?” she hastily asks.
“Yes dear?” I respond while slowly beginning to flick her clit.
“May I please cum, sir?” she begs.
“Of course dear” I confirm.
I’m impressed she is still holding to the rules we made the evening before. She keeps her eyes looking forward, she lets out a soft growl and cums all over my fingers, while keeping her hands on the wheel.
“Oh my fucking god babe” she says as I release my hand from her panties.
I scan the parking lot again. No onlookers to be found.
“Would you like a taste?” I ask.
“Hmm. Yes please” she replies.
I slowly put my right index and ring fingers into her mouth. She licks her cum off of them.
“Ready to head back?” I say.
“Yeah, I need more dick now” she confirms.
“Good girl” I reply. One last kiss and we’re on the way home.
“November 18th” by Drake comes up on our playlist as we leave.
On the ride back I’m trying to hold back how impatient I am to get back and enter her as soon as possible. The only thing I can equate it to is a child anxiously awaiting unwrapping the Christmas presents they’ve been forced to stare at for weeks on the morning of, but they can’t because their parents are taking their time getting out of bed.
I want to fuck the shit out of her little pint sized body. But I’m forced to wait. I commit to myself internally that this is the last time I’ll have this feeling until I’m back home once the trip is over.
We finally arrive at 4:47 p.m. I’m relieved to confirm that my wallet is indeed sitting on her kitchen counter (I wasn’t looking forward to dealing with the distraction of cancelling my credit cards while being blown by a human succubus).
She suggests a shower. I heartedly agree, even though admittedly I have tiny closets at home that are bigger than her shower.
The first few minutes we awkwardly navigate cleaning up. Taking turns as to who gets to be in the hot water.
Her soap covered tits and ass start to get me going. My cock starts to grow. I begin rubbing into her soapy back above her petite ass.
“Mmmm. Hello friend” she says as she grabs the shaft of my dick. I grin and allow her to stroke my cock.
“Do you remember that standing shower in the Airbnb we got for my birthday?” She asks.
“Of course I remember. It was huge” I reply.
“Do you remember the handjob I gave you that one night in the shower?” she asks as she’s staring in my eyes while gripping my hardening cock tighter in her palm.
“Yeah, I remember that” I confirmed.
What I didn’t tell her is that of all of our sexual escapades, that moment might be the one I masturbate to the most since we’ve parted. There was a moment during that past experience where she was legitimately surprised at how hard I was. Thinking of that moment almost always makes me cum, like it did that night.
“If I remember correctly you were impressed how hard I was” I tell her.
“Yeah, I remember. You were on a different level that night. Your veins were bulging out so much. It was just so fucking hot” she reminisces as she strokes my throbbing black dick with her soapy hand.
She’s starting to shift the dynamic between us now. And I’m a bit worn out from the weed, drinks, and our excursion through the streets of Annapolis. I’ll allow her to take the lead.
She gets on her knees in the tiny shower and starts blowing me.
She’s making these “suction popping” sounds every time she pulls off of my dick. The sound lightly reverberates off the bathroom walls every time she accomplishes this feat.
She continues aggressively sucking and stroking, and I can’t hold back anymore.
I let out a brief “oh fuck” and I explode all over her face as she continues to stroke out every drop. I need to briefly brace myself by putting my left hand against the wall.
She stares up at me with her cum covered face.
“Hmmm. Good boy” she tells me. It’s the first time she’s ever said those words to me. It’s just what I needed to hear. My cock springs back to attention. I need her pussy wrapped around me now.
We get out of the shower and dry off. We lay out on the bed. She starts playing with my dick again. I’m already hard.
My legs are sore. I worked out for the first time in more than a week (I spent 8 days recovering from my first cold in years) the night before I made the trip. Between that, and the day trip, my legs are shot.
I do go t through the soreness, and I turn her around on all fours. Her head facing the window.
I position myself behind her, and I enter her as deep as I can. She feels tighter than she did last night. I know that this is likely due to the multiple poundings from the night before.
I press through her tight walls until I’m balls deep. I give myself an internal reminder to fight through both of our soreness.
I grind my way into her cunt. I place my hands on each of her small shoulders and pull her into me hard. After a minute of slow and deep cock stroking, I get my second wind.
I begin pounding her pussy hard from behind. She starts to squeal.
“I’m close. Don’t stop” she says.
I comply by increasing my thrust and fucking her harder and faster.
“Omg don’t stop, don’t stop. Daddy. Daddy!” she squeals as she grabs the bed.
“Cum on my cock you dirty slut” I respond.
She collapses on the bed. I fall with her, managing to keep my cock inside of her as I do.
I start pounding her in a prone position. My groin slaps against her ass cheeks. I’m too tired to raise myself off of her, but this position feels good enough that I’m not feeling any insecurities about not having my “A game” at the moment.
I take my right arm and slide it underneath her neck. I tighten my bicep. I have her trapped in a headlock now. She places her hand on my arm while I pound her.
“Do you want more cum slut?”
“Yes sir. Please give it all to me. I’ve waited so long” she replies.
I grind my hips into her ass. I can feel her pussy gripping me. I let my cum fill up the condom.
I slowly slide off her body.
“We’re gonna need another fucking shower now” she says. We both laugh.
It’s now 6:13 p.m. “Dream” by Al Green
Plays from our playlist in the background.
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