u/Life_Vegetable9113

Part Two

We talked about what happened at the gas station for quite a long time. He laughed as I told him how I am never gonna go back to that gas station again. “But it’s the closest one to our house,” he said.

“I don’t care,” I said.

Just then we passed a sign that said Scene View Ahead and we took the next exit. It was a beautiful picnic area up on top of a high hill with a wonderful view of the area. We were about two hours from our house and a hour from our first destination which Brad said was a cute little motel with an awesome barbeque restaurant.

He saw the restaurant on a TV food show. It was quite famous for its World class barbecue. Brad popped the trunk and I was happy to see that he had a picnic all prepared sandwiches, cupcakes and cold champagne for me but not the driver.

After the picnic we stood up to head back to the car. I had knocked back 4 or was it 5 glasses of the champagne and felt wonderfully buzzed I hadn’t drank much in years and had almost forgotten how fun summer sun and day drinking could be.

The picnic conversation about yesterdays epic sex, the beautiful setting and 3/4 of a bottle of champagne had gotten me horny again. I giggled at finding my legs a little wobbly as I walked ahead of Brad towards the car. I couldn't help but admire it.

Such a beautiful car even though it was about ten years old and it was parked in such a beautiful place. I ran ahead to the car and turned facing Brad. I laid back against the fender in a sexy pose. He immediately pulled out his phone and started snapping pictures. I just kept moving around the car giving him a few more poses, making sure some were showing off my cleavage and others showing off my ass. He was loving it. I thought I’d given him some good ones so I stopped and walked over to him.

“Thanks babe, that was awesome, but I’d really love to get a naughty one," he said.

“Lots of those were naughty,” l said, laughing. “You want a nasty one. You know I don’t do those.”

“Come on, babe, I’ve always wanted a naughty picture of you, or two," he replied.

“I’ve let you take sexy pictures of me a few times,” I said, “in lingerie and everything.”

“Yeah, I know, and they’re lovely, but I’ve always wanted one that I could use when I’m alone…. You know… well... to jerk off to.”

I laughed blushing a little and said, “What about the ones we just took? I was bent over pretty far in some. That’s not sexy enough for you to jerk off to?”

“Well, that kind of picture is good to start with but I usually go for something a little more hard-core after a bit,” he laughed. Then he suddenly got a look on his face like he had remembered something and with a little grin and giddy excitement in his voice he said, “I dare you to let me take pictures of you, in any pose I want, completely naked by the car, right here, right now.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I laughed, “You know, I never have let a guy take nude photos of me, it’s my rule. You can have a few more poses, and I’ll ditch the skirt and shirt and have only the tiny bikini. How about that?”

“Okay, but I’m going to make the poses extra naughty," said Brad. I started unbuttoning my shirt. “What if someone comes?” I said.

“I’ll keep an eye on the driveway," said Brad. “If someone pulls in just jump in the car and will drive off before they can get up here.”

I looked down the hill to the beginning of the driveway. It was long enough that it would probably give us enough time to bail out. I took off the shirt and pulled down the skirt and threw them on the passenger seat of the car. I turned around and smiled at Brad.

“For the first pose, I want you to crawl up on the trunk of the car, on your hands and knees. Keep them wide apart, arch your back and stick out your pussy.”

His voice sounded so excited as he spoke. I was scared of getting caught by somebody but I didn’t say anything, I just smiled and walked around to the trunk of the car and climbed up. Holding on to the backseat headrest, I arched my back and stuck my butt up in the air and waited. Brad came closer, then he touched my ass slowly caressing and squeezing it. After a couple seconds he grabbed my bottoms and adjusted them, pulling them up, giving me a bit of a wedgie as he stood back. I was watching him over my shoulder.

“Fuck baby, you look so sexy,” he said. “Now put your head back down and pop that pussy like you did yesterday.”

“I am," I laughed. He laughed back and said, “Come on, you can do a little better than that.” I readjusted my knees a little wider and I curled my back as much as I could.

I could feel the hot sun’s warmth and the strong playful breeze fluttering the silky thin fabric against my mound. I got goosebumps all over my body, It felt amazing and I could feel Brad‘s eyes glued to my ass and pussy. Suddenly I was getting so turned on.

“Nice, Babe, perfect,” he said, “I’m just gonna snap a few more.”

He walked up close right behind me. He was taking a closeup of just my ass and my chubby pussy barely hidden by the thin wispy red silk. I felt so exposed, to him, the camera and the wide world, my heart was racing and I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second and I wondered if a wet spot was showing on my bikini bottom. “That was so hot babe, you can get down now,” said Brad. I climbed back down clumsily and eagerly asked, “ I liked that, What’s next?”

“I want you to go in front of the car, squat down low with your feet together but your thighs as wide apart as you can.” I went to the front of the car and did as he said. “Good, girl,” he said, “Now lean back, rest your back and head against the hood, stretch your arms up and out to the sides and let them rest behind you on the hood as well. “Nice. Now close your eyes and give me your best orgasm face.”

I giggled as I closed my eyes and tried to make my face look sexy. He snapped a few pics and told me how hot it looked. This pose was really showing off my tits the way he had me posed they were jutting out on full display my nipples were so hard and being tickled by the cool breeze. I felt so sexy. I jumped up and looked at his phone. He was right, I looked damn good. My tits looked amazing. The shape of my hard nipples and my pussy’s puffy mound clearly visible beneath the thin red silk in all the photos and I saw that my bottoms had a dark oval of wetness in the center of the small red triangle.

“Okay, let’s do a really kinky pose” I said. As Brad was thinking of his next choice. I was thinking about how excited and turned on I was getting The champagne the camera and Brads learing eyes all over my body I was loving it and then I started thinking about my no nude photos rule, how I never let guys take a naked picture of me because I knew I probably couldn’t trust them to keep it to themselves.

But Brad was different. We've been together nine years, we weren’t immature college kids anymore and neither were Brad‘s friends and I was hoping that we would be married soon. That’s when I made up my mind.

“Okay,” said Brad, “I got it. I want you to lie on your back on the hood with your head resting near the bottom of the windshield, keep one leg straight and the other knee bent. No wait, actually, grab both knees with your hands and pull them back, your feet up in the air and your thighs open wide, like you’re getting fucked.”

“Mmm, Okay,” I giggled, “but first I want to fix my lipstick. It’s in the trunk,” I lied.

I went around and popped the trunk. Brad was standing in front of the car aiming his camera at the hood trying to choose his angle. He wasn’t paying attention to me. I duct behind the open trunk, took one quick glance at the driveway to see if anyone was coming. My heart was pounding I was suddenly trembling so excited and scared. I took a couple deep breaths and with trembling hands I slipped off the bikini, first the top and then the bottoms, as I slipped them over my red pump heels I could hear my hart thumping so loud and fast I stood up and threw them into the backseat of the car.

I put my sunglasses back on my forehead, shut the trunk and strode boldly towards the front of the car felling so so naked from the all over caressing of the strong summer breeze.

My heart was racing like crazy as I walked I could feel that my pussy was so wet and my clit was throbbing, begging to be touched. When Brad looked up from his camera and saw me coming he jumped like he had seen a ghost and exclaimed, “Oh, fuck!” Then his mouth hung open in stunned silence.

I ignored his hilarious reaction and quickly climbed onto the hood and started to position myself as he had instructed. The hot metal of the hood felt nice against my naked ass and the cool breeze was wonderful I loved how it felt ticking me all over. I lay there smiling up at Brad waiting with goosebumps all over my body.

His camera was at his side and he was staring motionlessly, his mouth still open. I could feel his eyes all over me. I was so turned on that part of me was hoping he would forget about the picture and fuck me right here on the hood of the car. After what seemed like minutes, I said in my sexiest voice, “You can take my picture if you’d like.” Lying back i put my legs in the air and spread my thighs wide.

Brad‘s mouth finally shut and he regained enough of his senses to raise his camera phone, I pulled back on my knees even harder, posing in the classic toes-up knees-back missionary position that a woman takes when she wants to get penetrated as deeply as possible.

He started snapping pictures wildly, he moved around coming closer and moving side to side, changing the angle. I listened heart pounding to the camera click dozens of times I was so horny with every click from the camera my excitement grew, suddenly I had the urge to show more. Then with out warning I flipped over on all fours, knees wide apart I arched my back I felt like a sex kitten popping my pussy out into the bright sunlight. I could hear Brad’s camera clicking furiouslyI.

I felt electric I was so turned on. I reached back with one hand squeezing my cheek and pulling it hard to one side. The rapid fire sound of the camera nearly constant now he came in even closer and I giggled with embarrassment at the thought he was trying to take a extreme closeup of my asshole and gleaming wet pussy. I wanted to be a total slut for him I reached with both hands and pulled open both my cheeks. He snapped a few more pics. I got back on hands and knees and started twerking my ass.

That’s when I felt both hands roughly grab my cheeks and suddenly his warm mouth touch me, I screamed with shock and pleasure as he pressed his tongue into my crack kissing and fluttering it over my asshole I gasped for air between moans. He switched to long firm licks using the full length and width of his tongue, then he pressed it’s tip tightly against my quivering asshole kissing and licking his way lower and I felt his tongue slip into my soaking wet pussy.

He was groping my ass with both hands and spreading my checks reaching his tung as deeply between my petals as he could, licking eagerly moving down towards my clit. I was on fire. He suddenly broke contact just as the tip of his lapping tongue was reaching my swollen, throbbing clit. The abrupt pause was like a shock. I had been screaming, moaning and giggling since he started but for the past minute I’d been holding my breath I was right on the edge of orgasm.

My clit was literally aching to feel his tongue again and I almost involuntarily rolled my hips, pushing my pussy out, searching for his warm mouth. The next second he was eating my ass again with wild enthusiasm, sucking, kissing and licking at my asshole furiously .He started rubbing my clit fast and hard with a thumb at the same time.

Just seconds later, I felt a glorious orgasm begin to overtake my entire body. I cried out loudly, finally remembering to breathe my eyes clenched tightly shut. Moaning, then screaming, I was at the height of my pleasure, my toes tightly clenched and my legs were shaking violently. That’s when I clearly heard the sound of two car doors slam shut close by somewhere behind the trunk of the car. I opened my eyes just as Brad stopped licking me. He had heard the noise, too. I looked back, his face was shiny and wet all around his mouth and chin.

His eyes went wide as he glanced behind the car then he looked down at me and yelled , “Shit, run!” He grabbed me by the hips and practically threw me off the hood to my feet before he darted for the driver's door. I did the same sprinting drunkenly in my stripper shoes as best as I could towards my side of the car. I could see a man with his back to me, having a stretch and looking towards the vista in the opposite direction. As he stretched his arms above his head, I saw his wife was on the other side of their car. Thank God she was looking in the same direction, too.

I opened the door, jumped in and hardly had time to slam it shut before Brad was pulling away. As we zoomed down the exit driveway Brad turned and looked at me, his face all wet and bright red and we both burst out laughing. Still trembling with excitement and the after affects of my massive orgasm that was so rudely interrupted I awkwardly managed to get dressed as we rolled back down to the highway.

We spent the next half an hour or more talking about how hot what we just did was. And for me it wasn’t just the amazing orgasm or almost getting caught, but I really enjoyed having my picture taken. Much more than I thought I would have. Brad was so pleased when I told him this when the conversation fell silent. I asked for Brad‘s phone and I started flipping through the hundred or so pictures barely able to keep myself from slipping my fingers down the front of my skirt as I looked at the beautiful and very explicit images he had captured of me.

The last couple shots were an extreme close-up of my pretty pink holes they showed that my pussy was so wet there was an inch long string of shining moisture hanging from my clit, it was swollen bigger than I had ever seen it before. My mind jumped to what had happened next I’d never cum so fast and hard from having my pussy eaten before, and no one had ever eat my ass before, I was floored by how good that felt. Posing for the pictures had been so erotic and had got me so hot and bothered .

I chuckled thinking of how sudden and strong the urge had hit me to be so completely nasty when I had flipped over and spread my cheeks exposing myself so lewdly. It had been so hot, I had felt so out of control. I felt my face blush with embarrassment at the memory.

As we cruised down the 3 lane highway, we were getting lots of looks from the passengers and drivers of other vehicles. I don’t think it was merely because of the car, but also the busty blonde bombshell in the passenger seat with the bright red sunglasses and lipstick. A long silence was broken when Brad said, “I dare you to ride in only your bathing suit.” I smiled at him and looked him up and down noticing again the tight tent in his pants that had been there ever since we left the lookout.

“So, this is number three for the day?” I asked.”

“Sure,” said Brad. I took off the shirt and wiggled myself out of the skirt. Now we were getting lots and lots of looks especially from vehicles we passed that were taller than the low Bentley. When we tried to pass a black eighteen-wheeler, I could see the driver staring down into our car, and I could hear that the trucker was flooring it trying to keep pace with the Bentley. Because it was a convertible, the trucker had an excellent view down into the car and I felt very exposed. I fought the urge to cover myself with my arms.

After a minute or two of this I gave Brad a concerned look and he stepped on it, we roared ahead of the eighteen-wheeler. I thought Brad would keep going in the far left lane, but he merged back in front of the truck we had just passed.

I could feel the car starting to slow down, then Brad said, “Do you think you could get into the backseat?”

“Sure, I guess, but why?” then Brad said, “I dare you to get in the backseat and twerk your ass at that trucker.”

We both laughed, Brad knew that I was really good at twerking my big ass. My girlfriends and I used to do it in the first year of college at the club or watching music videos in the dormitory, laughing and drinking. Out of all of my friends no one could do it better than me.

Like, without moving my body perceivably I could make my ass jump and roll. I could even control each cheek independently and get a sort of a hypnotic wave rhythm happening. Way back in the day I did it for Brad a couple of times and one time I even did it for him nude. It was his birthday and he was about to take me from behind, but I told him to stop and to look but not touch. I gave him what I called the full booty show, but I hadn’t done it in years. I decided to go for it.

I managed to somewhat gracefully hop into the backseat and the big truck behind us was getting closer and closer. It was awkward, but I managed to get my butt up in the air, pointing out of the back of the car. I was sort of standing on the backseat and holding onto the front seats for support, while also bending over, like I said it was awkward.

The wind felt amazing on my mostly naked body but I was worried it would blow off my bikini at any second. Once I got in position I had no trouble starting my ass bouncing and clapping.

“I've still got it," I said to Brad and laughed. I could feel my cheeks hopping high and slapping together as I bounced on the seat. It was really clapping I knew if I was naked I would be giving quick peaks and flashes of my asshole and pussy I felt jolt of exciting embarrassment wondering how much the red thong was covering.

I had been going for about thirty seconds and I could hear the engine of the eighteen-wheeler glowing louder and louder. After a couple more seconds I glanced back over my shoulder. The truck and the trucker were right there.

My heart jumped as I locked eyes with the driver I felt my face start burning with embarrassment but then that same rush of heat rolled like a wave down my body, I felt my pussy melt and my clit throb.

“Oh my god he is right there” I said. Brad didn’t answer we locked eyes in the rearview mirror and he smirked just as I felt his hand grasp my hanging breast he freed it from the bikini top pulling the cup to the outside and then doing the same to the other I was about to protest when he grabbed one of my nipples and pinched it hard holding it tight and tugging at my breast, another wave of erotic embarrassment coursed threw my body like an electric shock.

I smirked back at him and stopped tweaking, I spread my feet wider, I put my head lower, and I arched my back more sticking my pussy out as much as I could then I waved my ass slowly back and forth. I looked over my shoulder at the driver he was even closer then before and his eyes were wild with lust.

I reached back with one hand and yanked my bottoms as deeply into my crack as I could giving myself a wedgie I felt the string disappear between my cheeks and the thin wet fabric huge tightly to my throbbing puffy mound. I grabbed the seat again for support threw one foot up on the door dropped my head low and stuck out my pussy agin. I just held the pose feeling the wind on my bare tits and I the driver’s eyes locked on the soaking wet red silk The focus of his gaze so strong it almost felt I was being touched.

I held motionless letting the stranger stare and lust over my explicit display. I brought my leg down off the door and glanced over my shoulder once more the grill of the truck was only three or 4 feet from our bumper. I was shocked I never expected him to get that close, It wasn’t even funny, he was so dangerously close to our rear bumper. I saw his eyes were locked on me, seemingly with no cares about the road around him. I told Brad he was too close and to speed up , he did, but at that moment, I could hear a huge roar from the truck's engine as it tried to keep pace.

“This is getting dangerous, I think,” I said to Brad.

“Okay, babe, good job.”

I stopped and sat down in the backseat. Just as I did, Brad glanced back to make sure I was okay and then he floored it. The powerful twelve cylinder Bentley blasted away from the truck no problem. When we had slowed down a little, I managed to hop back into the front.

“That was fun,” I said. He definitely liked the show, but I was scared he was going to run us over or lose control of his truck. “Yeah, he was a bit of an ass,” Brad said, “That was way too close. We would've given him a longer show if he drove more carefully.”

We talked for a little while about random stuff and soon found we were in our own section of the highway. No one had passed us for a while, there was no one following behind.

There was only one big transport truck way in the distance ahead then Brad said, “So, you didn’t last ten minutes enjoying that vibrator this morning at the gas station and it only took a couple minutes to make you cum on the hood of the car.”

“I don’t know if, enjoyed is the right word, but yeah, the orgasms felt really good,” I said.

“And earlier when I was licking you, man! I’ve never seen you cum so fast!”

“Yeah, like I said before, getting my photo taken like that had me all hot and bothered, I guess.”

“Okay, are you ready for another dare? This will be the last one till we get to the motel…" asked Brad.

“Okay but that’s number five, so you’ll only have one left for tonight, and I don’t give out freebies,” I laughed.

“I dare you to throw one leg up over the door so your foot is hanging out in the wind. Pull your bikini top a little to the sides so both nipples are just exposed and peeking out. Then take your bottoms off and finger yourself until you have an orgasm. It will be a race to see if you can cum before someone sees you. But if we encounter a vehicle and someone sees you, you have to keep going until you are finished even if they’re watching.”

I looked around and there were no vehicles close at all. I was able to cum so fast twice already today and just thinking of it had my pussy melting.

I decided to do it and agreed. Brad looked like he couldn’t believe it again and I reminded him to try to keep his eyes on the road.

I tilted my seat back down and then adjusted my top, so my breasts weren’t totally hanging out but my nipples were peeking out along with at least half of each of my tits. I threw my right leg up over the door so my toes were next to the side view mirror laying back in the seat slouching to get comfy.

I reached down as my heartbeat started to go faster as I tugged the strings at my hips undone and pulled my bottoms off. I was totally exposed, my puffy mound in full view under the warm sun with the cool breeze swirling around it. I put my fingers to work on my pussy.

Now that I had started, Brad was glancing at me every few seconds. I was trying to work quickly, swirling my fingers around on my clit and outer lips, then diving them in and out fingering myself deep with two or three fingers, then back to swirling my fingers around on my clit.

I felt nasty for fingering myself like this in broad daylight right in front of Brad who was fully clothed. He was looking right at my wet pussy, but then smiling, he focused back on the road and started to pick up speed… A lot of speed.

He was racing to catch up to the huge red and black eighteen-wheeler about a mile in front of us. My orgasms came so quickly earlier today because of the excitement of the situations I was in, but now it was building slowly.

How fast we were catching up to the eighteen-wheeler in front of us was making me nervous and that made it even harder to keep focus and build up my pleasure. I closed my eyes and kept going, trying to concentrate on the feeling of my fingers deep in my wet slit and dancing around my swollen clitoris.

Before long I could feel our car changing lanes and the rushing wind from the tires of the big truck’s trailer just outside my door. My orgasm was at least minutes away.

I knew I wasn’t going to make it but I kept trying. Another few seconds passed and I could feel our car slowing down. I opened my eyes and there he was, and I mean right there, smiling down at me. His window was down and his arm and shoulder were hanging outside.

My door and his door were only about four feet apart, although his was much higher. Brad and the trucker were matching each other's speed perfectly and they both looked calm and in control. The truck driver's eyes were on me just as much as they were on the road ahead of him. He looked fifty and like the type of guy who was in a motorcycle club. He had a thick handlebar mustache, long red and gray hair in a long braided ponytail, wearing a black leather vest covered in patches over a white tee shirt. His bright red truck matched my bathing suit perfectly. His door said Frank’s hauling and had a picture of a cartoon devil smoking a cigar on it.

I could feel his eyes all over me. I was practically naked and my pussy was completely exposed to him. It was scary now how close he was alongside us and in his eyes his gaze looked hungry and dangerous. I felt like if we got a flat tire at that moment we would be in big trouble.

I kept working at my pussy and swollen clit trying to concentrate, the excitement of having him stare at me was starting to help… a lot. My pleasure was really starting to build now. A sudden urge to expose myself even more came over me and my heart skipped a beat as I grabbed my top and reached it open, completely exposing both my breast. I started pinching one nipple and returned my other hand to my sopping wet pussy.

I closed my eyes again and opened my legs wider, lifting my left leg and putting my foot on the dash by the radio, shifting my body and pointing my pussy straight up at the trucker. I felt a sudden rush of total exposure and exquisite embarrassment. I switched to my other nipple and pinched it as hard as could as I stuffed three fingers deep inside my pussy and reached for my G spot, rubbing it furiously.

I began to explode, screaming and gasping for air. My orgasm came in three violent waves and I even squirted a little it made my whole body jerk and my toes curl. I could see the trucker’s smile grow as he noticed my climax and my toes curl up in a tight clinch. Brad must’ve noticed too because suddenly I could feel acceleration building as a car pulled away from the truck.

I pulled my leg back inside and covered up my breasts and looked at Brad. He was grinning ear to ear and said, “Good job, Babe, you’re amazing, that was so hot. I can’t wait to get you to the motel.”

The tent in his pants was as big as I had ever seen it. I was so exhausted from the day's excitement and the champagne after we chatted for a few moments I slipped on my skirt not bothering with the bikini bottoms and drifted off to sleep I woke up as we were pulling into our motel.

I was sitting at my kitchen table thinking about how my boyfriend, Brad, was so wonderful to me these past nine years we’ve been together.

We started dating late in second year of university. Right from the start, our relationship has been awesome. When we met, Brad was a tall blonde biology student and kind of a nature hippie. He had his hair in dreadlocks, but now he kept it cut short.

He was handsome about six feet tall, and had a swimmer's body. Not cut, but nice and toned. He was blessed with a really lovely big thick cock that never failed to satisfy me.

He was an imaginative, fun, and enthusiastic lover and he had always put my pleasure before his, which I appreciated and tried to pay back.

The first two years we were together we fucked like rabbits every chance we got. I have, or had, a quite high sex drive, and a few kinks to boot, which kind of got me in trouble in the first couple years of college, just before I met Brad.

After we both graduated college, we moved in together and Brad got an awesome job he loves as a field biologist although he doesn’t make a ton of money.

I continued on to graduate school to pursue my law degree. I found law school much more difficult than college and I was stressed out all the time.

I was trying to get through a two-year law degree, with an additional two-year specialization track, that would qualify me for a top job in environmental law. It was four years of hell but I got through it.

Then I had to intern at a law firm and study for and pass the bar exam which took another year and it was just as stressful as school, but I did it.

Then I started fighting like hell to get a good job without much success, which stressed me out so much. I felt like I had wasted all this time and money on school for nothing.

All of this stress over the last few years had slowly started to ruined our sex life. We still had sex but for the past two years I found that I just couldn’t get into it at all. All that I had energy and desire for was the occasional vanilla sex once a month or so sometimes less.

I knew that it bothered Brad. He felt tricked; I was so enthusiastic about sex when we first got together, but shortly after I started grad school, my sex drive just started deflating.

I’m still so in love with him and have been hoping for a long time now that he will ask me to marry him. I can’t help but think that we would be married now if it weren’t for the poor quality of our sex life. I was even sometimes worried that he would leave me. But he has been mostly pretty good about it.

But as I sat enjoying my coffee, I was a few months into my new job and I was killing it. I loved going to work every day, my stress was way down and for the past three weeks or so I found that my sex drive was coming back at first slowly but for the past few days, big time.

Brad‘s birthday was coming up this Sunday and I was determined to start to turn around our sex life. It was Thursday morning and I was working from home as I sometimes do. Brad had asked me to take off Friday and reminded me that Monday was a holiday, but I didn’t know what he was planning.

I was distracted from my work fantasizing about how I might get our sex life to improve and I was getting a kind of horny so I gave up on work for a bit and started shopping online for lingerie at the local sex shop’s website.

I hadn’t put on lingerie for Brad without him begging me to in a long time and I thought I’d really surprise him by getting something more kinky than usual.

I found a hot looking black lace corset with open sherif cups. It came with matching lace garter straps, thigh high fishnet stockings and a sheer black g-string.

I thought maybe Sunday morning sometime I would sneak off put it on and wait lying on our bed for him to find me and tell him to ravish me. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he walks in our room and finds me.

Then I was going to wait till we were doing it missionary like usual and ask to go on top. He would think that it’s my big attempt at spicy birthday sex and secretly be disappointed.

But then I will throw my leg over him arch my back and wave my round ass and chubby pussy right in his face as I start sucking his pretty cock. We haven’t 69ed in forever and I remember he used to love it. He will never see it coming and can’t stop fantasizing about doing it.

I tried to go back to work for a while but after only ten minutes again I found myself fantasizing about Brad’s reaction when I suddenly put my ass and pussy in his face.

Then something came over me I got up from my desk and headed to our bedroom just inside the door I hurriedly stripped until I was completely naked I went and got the full length mirror from the back of the bathroom door and laid it on its side against our pillows, at the foot of our bed our closet doors we’re also mirrors so this would let me see Brad‘s point of view as I practised.

I crawled to the middle of the bed positioned myself on all fours and looked into the closet mirror there was my reflection staring back at me and a good view of my big round ass, in the mirror on the pillows behind me. I continue to study the view that Brad would have, the afternoon sun poured in through the window and glistened in the short mop of fine blonde hair between my legs not concealing much of of the plump curved mounds of flesh beneath.

Suddenly I felt silly. My face and hanging breasts had caught my gaze and I was giving myself a questioning look. What was I doing. I was just about to get up and get dressed and go back to work when I thought of Brad.

I took a deep breath I closed my eyes and imagined Brad lying back relaxed and aroused having just rolled off me and pulled out of my slick warm pussy. Watching me, eager and curious about what I might do next. An animalistic desire already starting to stir in him. A building need to plunge his cock back inside me and to continue our intercourse.

That part of him, the sexual beast inside him that every man struggles to control. That is what I desired to tease. I wanted to expose myself to it in the most alluring and intimate ways filling it with total lust and aching feverish desire for my body.

Slowly my fantasy started to feel more real. I imagined Brad’s body between my legs I could feel the heat from him on my thighs and I started to feel his eyes on me, taking in the explicit view of my ass and pussy.

I wanted to exposed myself even more. I started to slowly adjust my pose. I slid my hands forward along the bed bringing them closer together. As I bowed forward I imagined my soft hanging tits enveloping his excited cock.

I let my knees slip a little wider apart, I curved my lower back and felt my wet chubby outer lips peel apart slightly. Imaginary Brad’s view was getting more explicit all the time. Finally I rolled my hips sticking my pussy up and out as much as I could. And I froze my position imagining Brad staring and drooling over my wanton display of my sexuality.

After a few seconds of imagining his eyes on me, my own arousal was building, I could feel my clit throbbing and my inner lips blooming, slowly swelling and parting with every beat of my heart. The sensation continue to build and I open my eyes.

The view was amazing my soft curvy mound was sticking out so much as if it was bagging for penetration my outer lips were quite parted revealing glistening pink slit and my clit and Inner petals were poking out covered in heavy thick moisture. I imagined Brad’s building lust having this display a foot in front of his eyes. It’s only made my clit throb more.

I reached back between my legs with one finger gently sliding it down the line of my soft pink lips it slipped between them effortlessly and I gasped. I let my fingers slide slowly up and down a few more times swirling it around my clit in a circle with each pass. It only took a few seconds and I was so close to orgasm and I had an incredible urge to start fingering myself with wild enthusiasm and make myself cum hard.

But I decided to save my pent up sexual desire for Sunday when Brad would really be between my legs. I continue gently teasing myself for another few minutes bringing myself as close to the edge as I dared over and over. Then although it wasn’t easy I stopped, returned the room to normal and put my clothes back on.

I went downstairs, grabbed a bite to eat and jumped in the car I drove to the sex shop and picked up my order. Just after I got back to the house I heard Brad pulling up in the driveway.

I looked out the window and couldn’t believe my eyes. He was getting out of a pearl white convertible Bentley, the same car that I had on my wall as a poster in college when we first met.

I went running out of the house. I was wondering where the hell he got this amazing car. “Hey Brad,” I said, “What’s with the car?” He was beaming at me with a huge smile as he replied. It’s ours for the weekend I won it in a raffle at work. A five day rental we’re going on a road trip for the weekend. I have booked and planned everything.

“You shouldn’t have to plan your own birthday,” I said. He laughed and said, “Don’t worry about it. It was fun. I've actually been fantasizing a lot about this weekend for quite a while.”

He suddenly looked a little embarrassed and red in the face. I shot him a curious look. We went inside the house. I asked, "What exactly are you planning?”

He looked even more embarrassed and nervous. He didn't meet my eye as he replied, “Well, I was sort of hoping that this whole weekend could be... um, all about sex... you see I’ve been fantasizing about playing a exciting sexy sort of game with you for a whole weekend, where I get to dare you to do naughty kinky stuff along the way. So, what do you think? Would you agree to be a slut for me this weekend?”

I was a little surprised he used the word slut. He knows all about the problems I had back in college, but I gave him a reassuring smile and said, “Sounds fun, what kind of dares do you have in mind?”

He looked at me again but now he had a huge grin on his face. I could tell he was surprised that I didn’t shoot him down. Now, more confidently, he said, “Well, first of all I want to choose your clothes for the entire weekend and on top of that I was hoping you would do six naughty dares for me each day and If you chicken out on a dare I get to punish you.”

“Punish me?” I said with a little laugh. “ Sounds hot, what kind of punishment?”

Brad gave me a wicked grin, started blushing even more and said, “I was thinking if your a bad girl then you should be spanked Properly, I will be fully. clothed, you will be completely naked. You will lie face down across my lap. Then I will smack your ass over and over until your cheek is bright pink. Then you will stand up lie down the other way and I’ll make your other cheek just as pink.”

He was so red in the face. I could tell he was still nervous that I was going to shut this whole thing down, but his idea was actually turning me on quite a bit.

I suddenly felt daring, “Yes,” I said excitedly, “and I’m not going to chicken out easily, if I do I’ll”… I hesitated. “You know my deep throat blowjobs, I was… ah, let’s say famous for back in my first year college slut phase, well after you spank me you should put me on my back and fuck my mouth, as deep and as hard as you like…. and cum on my face.”

Brad’s jaw dropped; he couldn't believe what I just had just said. Nether could I really and now my face was redder then Brad’s. I could tell that this was much more than he was hoping for.

I hadn’t done deep throat since first year and I had never done it for Brad before. He only knew I could because I had told him a couple stories, like that I realized I could deep throat really good with my first boyfriend, and that I had let a few guys I hooked up with in first year college fuck my face rough. And when he had asked why the bullying was so bad in college I told him that I let two guys spit roast me at a party, then someone opened the bedroom door as a joke and a bunch of people watched them use me like that. I did it because it was nasty, fun and so hot, I knew it felt incredible for the guy’s and it didn’t hurt me. But then I had to deal with the horrible gossip, rumors and overheard comments spreading like wildfire around campus for years.

Once that started, I swore I would never do it again. It seemed like every guy I let do it couldn’t keep his mouth shut about it, and everyone who heard the rumors would change the way they thought about and treated me.

I knew from the first time I told Brad the stories that they made him extremely jealous, but he said he understood and never brought it up or bugged me about it.

Brad looked stunned, I think he expected push back on his little game. He couldn’t quite believe my enthusiasm and my willingness to up the ante. He grabbed me laughing and kissed me hard.

I told him loved him and that I had been scheming and fantasizing about this weekend too. Using the occasion to start are sex life burning again but all that I planed was some special sex after breakfast on your birthday.

“Your’s is way more exciting”, I said. Then I had an idea. “Come on, we can go do my thing right now”I grabbed his hand and ran him up to our bedroom, stripping as I neared the door.

I grabbed and ripped off all the blankets and flopped down on the bed in front of the sunny window a second later Brad climbed naked onto the bed I could tell he was coming to start eating my pussy.

I said “No, I need you to fuck me” I lifted my feet in the air, grabbed the backs of my knees and threw my legs wide open. Brad knelt between them, grabbed his cock by the shaft and started rubbing his fat smooth warm knob all over my all ready drenched pussy.

He groaned and said “ god your so wet and your so fucking hot”. We hadn’t had sex on a bare mattress in brood daylight in forever. It had been far too long since we saw each other like this we were both grinning ear to ear. I put my feet down and lifted my hips up and down rubbing my puffy slick mound agenst his cock frantically.

After a few seconds he pushed me back down and continued his teasing now pressing much harder, then he swiped it down my pussy and his big knob popped into my opening. I moaned and shuttered.

He started swirling it around and flicking it up and down and like mad, up and down my slit and over my clit, popping in and out of me randomly over and over. This teasing my pussy went on for minutes, I was in bliss and close to cuming I was about to beg for him to please fuck me, but then with out warning in one steady thrust he sunk his full length inside me.

I cried out cumming hard my pussy clamping around his thick cock again and again. As I orgasmed he grabbed me hard holding me by the ribs he pushed in every last millimetre of his big cock stuffing me so full and just held it there throbbing. He was panting and grinding his teeth, I think trying desperately not to cum.

After a long, long pause he let go of my ribs and slid both of his hands up to my breasts he lifted them squeezing them together and started groping them gently. His cock still throbbing almost most motionless deep inside me. He lowered his head and started nuzzling and kissing my titis gently.

He relaxed resting his body on mine licking and sucking on my nipples after a minute or so he started thrusting again at first jest a little, sliding his cock in and out only a centimetre or two. I gasped and lifted my legs panting and quivering threw another incredible strong orgasm.

Over the next 5 minutes he kept going but he started to use more of his length and began to speed up slowly. After ten minutes he straightened up and took me by hips and started using his full length in steady powerful thrusts.

A few minutes later he started pulling at my hips and quickly building speed soon he was fucking me hard and fast, smiling watching my big tits shack around like wild. I knew he was going to cum inside me soon. I sat up pushing him off a saying that I wanted on top.

He was shocked his face showing animal lust mixed with curiosity as I pushed him back to the pillow. His twitching angry cock standing straight up twitching. Before he knew what was happening I swung my leg over his head and quickly took the exact pose I had practice earlier.

My puffy messy wet pussy on explicit display hovering over his chest in the bright afternoon sunlight, just out of reach of his mouth.

His cock throbbing and twitching Between my heavy hanging tits. The heavy scent of my hot cum drenched pussy field of my nostrils and I could only imagine what the aroma was doing to the animal inside Brad.

I let my knees slip a little wider I strained to curve my back and roll my hips as much as I could. I started to playfully, teasingly wave my ass back and forth. I felt so exposed I could feel his eyes burrowing into my wet pink hole. Shaking my ass caused my hanging tits to swing, bouncing off Brad’s rock hard erect cock repeatedly.

It was my intention to tease him for much longer but the beast inside Brad had other ideas suddenly he his arms sprang out grabbing me forcefully by the hips and yanking me backward lifting me into the air.

My knees were off the mattress as he mashed my pussy into his waiting open mouth he licked and sucked and motorboated my pussy like a wild man getting my wetness all over his face as I giggled uncontrollably from the pleasure and excitement of this sudden attack.

Then suddenly he threw me off him he was obviously done with teasing, in a flash he was off the bed on his feet. Grabbing me under the arms he forcefully put me up on my knees on the edge of the mattress and bent me over, he took me roughly by the waist squeezing me so tight and plunged his cock into me balls deep ramming his knob against the back of my pussy causing me to scream out in pain and ecstasy.

He started pounding me wildly like an animal in a testosterone fuelled rage, mirror seconds later my body irrupt in orgasm my pussy clenching and releasing over and over around his hard cock.

He let out a deep growl as he continue to pound me and I felt spurt after spurt of his hot cum irruptIng inside me, filling my pussy and gushing out with every thrust.

My wanton display caused the reaction of my fantasy but more intensely than I could’ve imagined. We both flopped onto the mattress intertwined and panting and fell asleep.

After an hour to we woke had a shower together and went downstairs for a meal completely and I utterly satisfied We both couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

The next day I woke up in bed, Brad was not beside me, he had told me to be ready to leave by nine and it was a little past 8:00. I went into our on-suite bathroom and saw why he was up so early.

It looked like he’d been busy, he had laid out all my shower things for me on the vanity, he had placed a mimosa in a nice champagne glass with a slice of strawberry on the rim next to a neatly folded pile of the clothes he had picked, the pile was small.

Oh, God. What have I gotten myself into? I went to the outfit to see what he had chosen. On top of the pile was a fire engine red string bikini. The top consisted of two small baggie triangles of fabric as cups and a ribbon tie for the back of the neck, the rest was merely string.

The bottoms were the same, two triangles attached by a narrow strip for the crotch and tied at the hips with a tiny string.

The top and bottoms were made of some kind of fake silk. It was so thin and light like tissue but silkier. I could tell that if it was wet it would cling to the body like saran-wrap and when it was dry it was so lightweight, breezy and barely there. It would feel as if I was naked.

I laughed. There was no way this was a real bathing suit, he must’ve got it at a sex shop.

The next thing I recognized, it was a lightweight western style women’s shirt that I bought on vacation in Arizona. The shirt was a blue and white checkered short sleeve button-up, like the cowgirls wear in the rodeo.

It was a thin light material and I liked it because it was nice and cool, it was a little tight for me and Brad had always loved it, especially after I wore it for Halloween one year as part of a sexy cowgirl costume, I tied it up in a knot in the front halter style, with all but the two middle buttons undone and Brad couldn’t get enough of me that night.

The next item I didn’t recognize was a Tommy Hilfiger denim miniskirt, one of the kind that is pre-worn and looks old and faded with a couple of small tears and frayed edges on the seams.

I picked it up and felt it. It was a bit stretchy and quite thin, light material, not actually denim. It was plenty short, and tight. I was worried that it wouldn’t fit over my big ass but the fabric was a little stretchy so it might work.

That was it for clothes, but under the skirt there were a few more things. A pair of bright red platform high heel shoes that normally I wouldn’t be caught dead in. They were obviously for strippers but they weren’t that high and they actually looked comfortable. A bottle of matching red nail polish and a tube lipstick in the same fire engine red. There was a nice small black shiny clutch purse and finally a big pair of funky red framed sunglasses.

I laughed a little more and then jumped in the shower. I dried off, painted my toes and nails and began to get dressed. Could I really pull off these clothes?

I gazed at my naked body in the mirror. I was actually kind of proud of what I saw. I had recently lost about fifteen pounds but I was still my curvy and voluptuous self.

I used to be a skinny teenager, but in the last couple years of high school, I gained like sixty pounds mostly in my tits and ass.

I have huge U-shaped tits, 36 F. my areolas and nipples are not too big but my nipples do get very hard and stick out like gum drops as soon as I’m turned on or cold i’ve always had trouble getting them to not show through and they caused me lots of moments of embarrassment in my overly air-conditioned high school. They were very light pink which went well with my pale complexion.

Brad was crazy about my tits. He loved to watch them shaking and wobbling, they were unusually perky and high for how big and heavy they were so that made them extra wobbly.

They really are great tits and I’ve always been proud of them. I catch random men rubbernecking all the time especially when I have a tight shirt or sweater. Brad also really loved the way they look and hang down if I’m on all fours.

He once said they were epic hangers, which I didn’t love at the time, but back in my sluttier days I always did enjoy the feeling of them swinging wildly and clapping together under me as I got fucked doggy-style.

I don’t have a gut but my belly is soft and rounded. My thighs are thick and soft but I could still just see a slight gap between them as I stood there facing the mirror. I had wispy fine pubic hair that I always kept trimmed but not short short with scissors. And I always liked to wax my bikini line at the edges.

Brad loved how soft and fuzzy my blonde mop of pussy hair was and it was so light in colour and thin you could basically see right through it, so he never asked me to shave or wax. As for my ass, guys always went crazy for it ever since it bloomed in high school.

Brad says I was a Pawg with a capital P. I guess you’d call it a bubble butt but bigger and softer. It was rounded like a peach and very curvy with big bulging cheeks tightly pressed against each other. My ass was so voluptuous it was hard to get a peek at my pussy from behind unless I bent over quite a bit.

My pussy was chubby like me and my outer lips were so big and puffy there was usually no hint of my inner petals, just a puffy and very jiggly camel toe. Although they're hiding now, my inner lips and clit are a little bigger than average.

When I get turned on they’ve always grow a little and then they protrude a little out from their hiding place. Brad loved this because if my petals and clit are peeking out it’s a dead giveaway that I’m turned on and sometimes if I’m very aroused my pussy will bloom open and he can see a hint of my pink hole.

I’d always loved my pussy, how puffy it was, the way it bloomed as I got turned on. I thought it looked so sexy, plus I think having big soft lips gave me more pleasure than some women. Almost every guy who ever went down on me told me I was delicious and fun to eat out. I slipped on the bikini set on, tied the top and the tiny strings on my hips in big loopy bows, not bothering to double knot them.

I looked great in a slutty porn star kind of way. I had never worn a bathing suit that revealing, not even close, but I did look hot.

Part of having a body type like mine, one so overtly sexual Had always meant that wearing certain types of clothing in public would get me a lot of attention, I usually enjoyed this but not always.

For instance sometimes in a fairly conservative one piece bathing suit I would get angry looks from some women as if to say how dare you wear that in front of my husband.

but I couldn’t imagine hitting the beach in this, it would turn every head my way for sure and I don’t think I could do it without blushing.

You could see lot of the bottoms and sides of my big round breasts and even though they were relaxed the shape of my nipples was quite visible through the thin fabric.

The bottoms were even more outrageous; they were very small and showed lots of skin. In the front, I had to place them just right in order not to show any hair and if they were a tiny bit smaller some of my pussy would be peeking out. I pulled them up in the front just slightly and immediately the red triangle conformed to my chubby camel toe.

Next I slipped on the skirt and the blue checkered shirt. I left it unbuttoned enough that you got a good peak at the red bathing suit and lots of my cleavage but I didn’t tie it up at the bottom halter style like I had for Halloween.

I slipped on the skirt, pulling hard and wiggling to get it over my big ass. I put on the shoes and the sunglasses and turned to look in the mirror. I laughed right away. I looked super hot.

It’s not that the outfit was that revealing. The skirt was short but not ridiculous and the shirt really looked nice other than the wild amount of cleavage and the shocking bright red burst of color underneath.

That was it, all the bright red bursts of color, the skirt and shirt alone wouldn’t have been that sexy but with the red lipstick and nails, sunglasses, bikini top and shoes all together, it made the outfit look ridiculously sexual.

I got suddenly nervous and a shiver went up my spine as I realized that I was actually going to have to go outside and people would be seeing me wearing all of this.

Then I thought about Brad having me go without the shirt and skirt on a beach or at a pool or anywhere for that matter and I felt a shiver go up my spine and goosebumps irrupt all over my skin. I thought about all the men I might see turning their heads and grinning as I approach them and feeling their eyes locked on my ass after I walked past.

As I imagined it, I could see my nipples hardening and I could feel my clit start to throb at the idea. I definitely had a strong exhibitionist streak in my younger days obviously still did but I had mostly stopped acting on it around the time I met Brad.

I did up one more button of the blue checkered shirt, but then I thought what the hell. We’re leaving town and heading far from here. I won't see anyone I know and Brad will love it. I undid the button again with a wicked smile and went downstairs to greet Brad.

Half an hour later, we were in the beautiful car top down. It was a sunny hot summer day. I couldn’t believe how luxurious and awesome the Bentley was. It was so much fun riding with my blonde hair blowing in the wind. Brad was beaming and had been ever since he saw me in my sexy git up.

Grinning at me from the drivers seat he said, “The first stop will be the gas station on the edge of town and it’s time for your first dare. Are you ready?”

I said, “Yes,” with an eager smile. But I was already getting nervous because I went to that gas station a lot, it was on my way to and from work.

Brad continued, “You’re going to gas up the car.” I laughed, “That’s not so bad.” “Just wait. I’m not finished,” he replied. “Look in your purse.” I opened the small black clutch that he gave me, all that was inside was one of those C-shaped remote control vibrators. The kind that one half goes inside you and the other half is pressed against your clit. Brad had asked me a long time ago if I might like to try one but I didn’t show much enthusiasm at the time.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” I asked.

“I can control it with my cell phone,” said Brad. “I dare you to put it in before you get out of the car to pump the gas.”

“I can control it from my phone, and once you’re out of the car, I’m going to start it up. I bet you can’t fill the tank, wash the front window and get back in the car before you have an orgasm.”

“So it’s a dare and a bet then, what do I get if I can?” I asked him.

“If you make it you won’t have to do this again, but if you cum, then you’ll just have to try again the next time we need gas.”he laughed.

“I’ll do it,” I said enthusiastically and I took the vibrator out of the purse. Brad had trouble keeping his eyes on the road as I hiked up my skirt pulled my bottoms to the side, wet the vibrator with my mouth while giving Brad a wry smile and I pushed the vibrator in. It slipped inside me easily, clearly I was already getting excited about Brad‘s dare.

We were almost at the gas station. I fixed my bottoms over the vibrator and pulled my skirt back down, as we pulled in. He parked us at the furthest pump from the station. I was more nervous about someone I knew seeing me in my scandalous outfit than I was about the vibrator.

We were on the edge of our own town and I could easily run into someone I know. I went to button up my shirt all the way.

But Brad said, “No, no, no, as you are.”

So, I left it alone. Brad took out his phone and I watched as he opened the app for the vibrator. He clicked on the tab for pre-programmed routines and highlighted one called Ten Minutes of Bliss. He looked at me and said, “You got five seconds before I hit start. You better get going.”

I jumped out of the car and started pressing the buttons on the gas pump in a mad panic. I hadn’t made much progress when I felt the vibrator turn on, It caught me off guard, I squealed out loud and it almost doubled me over.

It was way stronger than I thought it would be and it felt amazing especially on my g spot it was doing a slow rising and falling pulsating pattern. As it reached its peak it got pretty loud. If anyone was really close to me they would be able to hear it, but there was no one at the closest pumps to me, so I kept going.

I had the gas flowing now, so I went and grabbed the squeegee. The vibrator was getting crazier as it changed its pattern to longer pulses and I dropped the squeegee. Just as i bent over to pick it up it The intensity got stronger with much deeper frequency vibrations than it had made before.

Up to this point. I was stunned at how good it felt vibrating both against my G spot and my clit, at the same time and now this new pulse was so deep and strong, it felt mind blowing. I started to think I was going to make it.

As I scrubbed the window, Brad was getting a great view of my swing tits and he was smiling and laughing at me. I must be so red in the face. I have finished scrubbing and was swiping the squeegee across the window when I heard the gas pump click off, two more swipes and I ran around the car and the vibrator was changing again to some crazy hi-lo thing. Trying to save time I chucked the squeegee towards its bucket and missed.

When I squatted to pick it up it felt so good I thought I would scream. I jumped up and ran to hung up the gas pump. As I slapped the gas tank door shut. I knew an orgasm was coming soon but I was going to make it. I grabbed for the passenger door and it was locked.

Before I could open my mouth Brad said “you’re not done yet” and held out his credit card. You’ve got to go pay for the gas.

“That wasn’t part of the deal” I said desperately.

“Well I’m not shutting off the vibrator till you’re back in the car and I’m not unlocking the door until the gas is paid for so you better hurry.”

I glared at him with an angry smile, grabbed the card and took off half running towards the station. The vibrator had changed to a new pattern and a higher frequency.

Getting mad at Brad and running 20 yards Had made my imminent orgasm less imminent but not by much.

I went to this gas station a lot on my way to and from work. The staff here were mostly from our local college.

There was this one young man who I had caught staring at me on at least two occasions when I was shopping in the store and bending to get something. I would’ve said something when I caught him blatantly staring but I didn’t, mostly because he was really hot. He was like 6’6”, blonde and he kind of looked like Eric Northman, a vampire character from a show that I liked.

As I opened the door I hoped he wouldn’t be there. Just as I entered the store and was heading towards the counter the vibrator changed again into a quick jumping pattern, powerful pulses extremely close together like the rhythm of a machine gun and now it was so strong. I had stopped dead in my tracks the stupid fucking vibrator felt incredible, I was soaring towards climax.

I knew I wasn’t gonna make it back to the car. I suddenly clued in that I was awkwardly frozen and staring blankly at the counter. The guy at the counter was looking at me curiously. I stood there with a totally lost look on my face frozen not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, the vibrator changed again. The pattern remained the same but the intensity doubled, I felt a rush of tingling go up my spine and knew what was about to hit me. I turned and rushed towards the bathroom.

I burst through the door just before my orgasm hit. I’ve always been blessed with big powerful orgasms and there’s no way I could have one in front of someone without them noticing.

I grabbed the countertop with both hands for support trying desperately not to scream as it hit. I bit my lip hard, bending over made the vibrator feel even better. So, I’ve bent deeper and spread my legs even wider, curving my back and sticking out my pussy and another peak shuttered through my body.

I was panting, I couldn’t keep from moaning loudly, it felt so good I reach down with one hand and increase the pressure of the vibrator against my clit and right away another glorious wave hits. I loved this thing, it gave me such a long, incredible orgasm or maybe two back to back.

I squealed a little, as another wave hit it felt so wonderful, but I was still trying not to be too loud. Just then I heard a young man’s voice, a voice right behind me say, “God damn lady!” with a happy laugh.

I nearly jumped out of my skin and whipped around in complete shock. It was him, the tall blonde college kid he must’ve been standing behind the door when I burst in. He was leaning against the wall holding a mop.

Obviously he has been staring at me the whole time. I think I turned as red as my lipstick. There was nowhere to hide. I had to do something.

The vibrator was going crazy doing some new pattern it was going to make me cum again or melt my brain if I didn’t get it out of me decided to go for it, as he stood there watching and laughing at me, I yanked up my skirt, tugged my soaking wet bottoms to the side grabbed the vibrator and pulled it out of my pussy. It was still vibrating loudly in my hand and I almost dropped it, it was so slippery and wet.

Now the guy was laughing even harder. I scrambled to find the power button and I had to hold it down for what seems like forever before it shut off. He looked like he was about to say something but I stuffed the now silent vibrator in my bikini top and ran out of the bathroom before he could speak. I ran up to the clerk quickly paid for the gas and got the hell out of there.

As I got back into the car, Brad was beaming at me. “Did you make it?”

“Not even close,” I replied and we both burst out laughing.

“I can't believe you actually went into the gas station," said Brad. “I was only kidding. I didn’t think you’d actually do it. I was going to let you back in as soon as you started to cum,” he said.

As we drove off, I told him the whole story of what happened in detail. He laughed so hard he almost had to pull over, but I also noticed the bulge growing and then throbbing against the crotch of his khaki pants.