badinfluencegirl

we’ve been driving the california coast for a few days now, dizzied by the heights and occasionally nauseated by the twists but never less than entranced with the scenery.

the car, a rental, handles like shit and i’m frustrated and cross about it since i’m driving on a tire commercial’s wet dream and the ballless car can’t corner and it isn’t a stick shift. still it’s better to be on a road trip in california than home at work in ontario right?

we see a sign pointing us toward a redwood forest and share
a look. there were very few things we wanted out of this trip but a redwood tree was most certainly one of them. they’re legendary after all.

we leave the coast and head inland a little and i’m not really sad to learn that i have eighty miles of relatively flat and straight road ahead of me. while dazzling, the constant dip and swoop of the horizon in a car that doesn’t move well is enough to make anyone a little nauseous.

i put my hand on your thigh and we chat of inconsequentials while i recover my equilibrium and we take in the gorgeous forests around us. at some point your hand rests itself on my leg.

feeling a little impish i leave my left hand on the wheel and slide my hand up to your nipple and tweak it.

you gasp.

i smile evilly and slide my hand back down to your leg. i hear your breath catch in your throat and i can’t resist sliding my hand to your knee and then to to the tender skin below it just to see your reaction.

you exhale a little more forcefully than usual and your hand on my thigh clenches tight. i feel a heaviness in my belly as i respond to your reactions and i slide my hand up your thigh.

you groan when i make contact with your center and i feel you stirring through the thick material of your trousers. i gently and slowly run my hands along you and cup you through your pants.

i am rewarded by a rising pressure against my palm. i slide my hand further and up to your nipple again and i pinch and tease it while keeping my eyes on the road.

of course i can’t resist for long and i slide my hand back down to your manhood and i stroke and tease it through your pants until you groan and i can feel you straining against the confines of your clothing.

i pop the button of your pants.

one-handed natch.

you stroke my body and pinch a nipple and i gasp. my thighs begin to rub together.

you say something about driving and i remind you that as long as you don’t overdo it i can keep my head.

you groan.

i smile and wrap my fingers around you through your pants while my thumb gently rubs against the bare skin of your moistening head.

your head falls back and your eyes close.

i stay that way for what seems like ages, varying the pressure of my fingers and palm around you to gently pump and stroking the head of your raging hard-on with my thumb.

slowly i lower your pants a smidgen with my thumb and them i take my hand from you and slide it into your waistband. i love to play like this, you’re confined by your clothing and i have to feel around and explore which teases you madly.

you make that little high-pitched sound you make when you’re pretty damm aroused as i wrap my whole hand around your naked shaft. i continue gently milking your shaft with my fingers and teasing all around the head with my thumb.

obligingly you moisten it with little drops of pre-cum and i play like this for another age and you occasionally toss your head from side to side.

your hand traces much the same path as mine did earlier and i gasp in return as you tease and fondle my nipples. when your hand slides down my body to rest between my thighs i clench your hand with my thighs and press my denim covered pussy into your hand.

you stay there, the side of your hand like a blade against me as i slowly pulse against it and thus we play as we while away eighty miles on the way to a redwood forest.

i am relieved to see the turn off, we’re both so aroused now that we can hardly stand it and if we don’t find a place to fuck and soon we’re going to have to have a quickie by the side of a large highway.

sounds fun but we don’t really want to get arrested this far from home.

my shirt is unbuttoned except for one strategically placed button at my nipple line. this allows you free access to my torso and me a little privacy. your pants are entirely undone and your bottom is sitting on them rather than in them but we’ve left you in your boxers.

well mostly, your beautiful cafe au lait cock is exposed to my rampaging eyes and any trucker that happens to look down. i think this actually makes you hornier.

we drive and drive looking for a place to turn off but it seems that all the tourists want to see the redwoods today and the more remote a road we choose the more cars we see.

finally we find one that has no cars on it and we don’t pass any cars for ages. this is promising… there’s no shoulder but let’s see where it goes…

we both groan, the car moving at about five miles per hour now and i’m sitting on my pants now too and i’m almost crying as you stroke my pussy and your long fingers tickle my insides.

we land in a tiny parking lot at the very top of a hill surrounded by beautiful redwood trees but there are cars here too. we’re dying but we turn around and head back.

“wait a minute” i say “we haven’t PASSED a car the whole time we’ve been on this road right?”

you nod, gasping for breath as i torment your engorged penis with my hand and yours flickers madly against my clit.

“well then, here’s a spot where a car could pass us if it had to and we can see them coming enough to at least cover up…?” you nod again, clearly unable to speak. trust me, i sympathise.

i drop the car into park right there and as one we jump out and walk to the front of the car. i place my naked bottom right on it and lay back and in one long smooth stroke you’re inside me and my heels are wrapped around your back and i thrust my hips to meet yours and we groan, together, as our long banked fire erupts.

you grab my hips and slam into me again and again and i clutch the car for support and pull you into me with my heels. i’m sure we’re denting the car and i just don’t care.

you stop and pull out and i mewl in protest but soon i understand as you unhook my heels and flip me over. i stand, dripping pussy pointing at you and elbows on the hood and once again you grab my hips.

your long fingers land on my clit as your engorged cock slams into my pussy again and i thrust back against you as your fingers flicker madly and i am driven into the hood of the car.

my knees are shaking and i can barely stand and i feel myself racing to a long denied climax and as my knees try to collapse and my core erupts into pulsing quivers of ecstacy you shout and i feel you throb as your hot semen erupts into me again and again.

we stay like that, splayed over the car and panting until you sigh and kiss my shoulder and regretfully draw yourself from my loins.

my pussy is bereft almost instantly but, sensing this, you smile and flip me on my back and say “would you like me to lick you clean love?”