A/N: This my first story. I have many more to come! Would love feedback. Hope you enjoy the story!
Colours bounce off the grey metal as the hatchback rolls down the gravel road. She sighs at the scene in front of her: glimpses of the sunset sky peek between tree branches as she meanders down the forest service road. The breeze from the driver's side window tickles her neck and flutters her auburn hair. Inhaling, she smells forest and dirt, and to her right, she hears the sound of the creek rushing over rock and fallen log.
Her phone is silent from its perch on the magnetic clip and she taps the screen seeing three dots where bars should be. She is officially outside of service range and completely unreachable. Just the way she wants it. Her body instantly relaxes, muscles losing all their tension and she leans back to sink into her seat. She's been coming here on the weekends to get away from her roommates and find some quiet in nature. However, the peace and privacy has caused an unexpected side effect. Almost as if on a cue, her hand travels to her waistband and descends into the moisture gathering between her legs. Parting her lower lips, her index finger delicately dances over her swollen clit. She finds herself coming out here in more than one way...
The first night car camping, her body was burning with need. It felt like torture. Her nipples were so hard, she worried they would poke a hole in her air mattress. Body acting of its own accord, her legs had rubbed together seeking some kind of friction. In her dreams, faceless men would pound her into oblivion like wild beasts. Ignoring the lust didn't work. In frustration and agony, she tossed and turned all night long. After this happened for a few weekends, she realized what she had to do and practically rubbed herself raw before she could subdue the fire inside her. This is a fire that she thought was extinguished long ago. Two years ago, she ended a toxic relationship and she's been alone since, avoiding any connection that could blossom into romance. Months before their breakup, she lost all attraction and desire for her ex, so she was blindsided by her libido's return with a vengeance. It's almost as if her body is demanding payment for neglect. Her ex could never make her cum and she spent most of their intimate time getting him off instead. Of course, he wouldn't allow her to use toys, because they made him feel insecure. Eventually, the only thing she felt for him was resentment for treating her body like a masturbation sleeve.
A pothole jostling her car brings her back to the here and now. The road widens and she sees three dusty men loading dirt bikes into a truck bed. When they wave at her, a thrill goes through her like an electric shock that travels from her vulva to the rest of her body. Hand still stroking away in her pants, she wonders if her face gives any sign that she's being naughty when she waves back. Her eyes roam over the men with hunger. She ignores the one with grey hair, and the pretty blond. She's always found masculine men attractive, and never understood her friends' hipster boyfriends with their tight pants and manscaping. Finally her gaze lands on one of the most handsome men she's ever seen. Her heart skips a beat. His gorgeous smile lights up his whole face as he swats playfully at one of the other men. The silky fabric of his athletic jersey conforms around well-defined chest and shoulder muscles. She imagines his beard hair tickling her inner thighs. Her fantasy continues as his tongue laps up her sweet nectar, as if it is the only thing that will quench his thirst. Her time in fantasy land is abruptly interrupted when his piercing blue eyes lock on hers. When one of his eye brows raise, she realizes she's nearly moaning with her mouth parted slightly. It seems she has his complete attention now. Could he know she's turned on right now? Her legs open as if beckoning to him to take her and she continues long strokes up and down her lower lips. Part of her is horrified and cannot believe how lewd she is behaving, but another part of her, the part that is pure primal need, wants him to see the state she is in. She's always had this inner battle with herself. It's hard for her to let go and give in to her primal side. She's always thinking, always trying to perform and please her partner. Lately, it seems the primal side is winning and she feels it may very soon completely overtake her, leaving her with no choice or control in the matter. When he steps toward her vehicle, she quickly accelerates forward, feeling foolish that she forgot herself and the car stopped moving entirely. Oh God! What on Earth is she thinking? He's a complete stranger and here she is having fantasies about him! Dust swirls around the shrinking man as she stares at him longingly in her rear view mirror. Exhaling, she's surprised to realize that she's been holding her breath.
He really is handsome, she thinks to herself. The dirt smudged on his face was adorable. Heat rushes to her face and her nether regions thinking about how he'd look without his clothes. Her finger speeds up and her legs shake as she nears an orgasm. The primal side takes hold again and rationality is kicked to the back seat. Fully at the mercy of her desire, her head turns and she stares into the windshield of an oncoming vehicle as an orgasm builds inside her. Despite her embarrassment earlier, she wants to be seen in this state. So many nights she has come out here wishing for a man to show up and take her, to satisfy the ache inside her. No matter how much she touches herself, the ache remains and even though she hates admitting it to herself, she wants to be filled. She wants to be wanted and desired. It's a need that her ex could never give her. She trembles and gasps, but the release won't come! The moment is anticlimactic in many ways, as the red SUV keeps going. It's unlikely they can see her at all with dusk approaching. This appears to irritate her primal side and her vagina contracts with a throbbing need. She speeds toward her usual parking spot, so she can devote herself fully to finding release.
Pulling in to her spot, the car shakes and rocks. She enjoys the sensation of being jostled around and wishes a man could grab her and toss her into the backseat and have his way with her. Her air mattress has been filling with air during the drive and the seats are already folded down, so a love nest is waiting for her. She just needs the final piece: a man to fuck her senseless. She sighs, shoulders slumping as she thinks the only love happening here will be by her own hand. Once again, she is alone and wanting.
In her suitcase she finds the metallic pink device hidden within a satin bag. Slipping out of her pants and under a sleeping bag, she begins to seduce herself. She removes her bra and inhales a deep breath of rib cage freedom. Cupping her breasts through her shirt, she kneads the flesh and draws her thumb and index finger together to gently pinch her nipples. Her breasts feel fuller than usual and she wonders if this is another effect from being practically in heat. As her nipples grow hard, her hips wiggle signalling her lower body wants attention. Teasing herself, she slowly traces the plains of her stomach until she arrives at her neatly trimmed bush. She knows her device well and presses the on switch by touch. Then she places the suction device onto that perfect spot under her clitoral hood. The vibration burrows inside her causing her to shudder and convulse with pleasure. She moans loud and screams, "Yes! Yes!" with reckless abandon. It's so unlikely that anyone would hear here on this forest service road thirty minutes from town. Her mind wanders to the handsome bearded man from earlier and she nearly explodes at the thought of caressing his sweaty muscular body. The familiar pressure rises inside her and her muscles tense to prepare to cum. However, nothing happens. Her vagina throbs, robbed of pleasure. She shifts the device several times to no avail. Ugh, she cannot cum! She tries faster and presses the device harder, but the crescendo she aches for never comes. Frustrated, she groans and turns the device off in defeat. Clearly her body is not going to be satisfied this way any longer.
A knock at her door startles her and she finds herself gazing into strangely familiar blue eyes. At first, her brain can't register reality and finds a happy place in ignorance and denial. Her mind decides this is her fantasy and the knock was only imagined. She teases her breasts, hoping to try again to find release.
He chuckles, "Would you like some help with that?" His voice is deep and masculine, but also flirtatious and playful. It's as though his voice burrows inside her and reverberates throughout her whole being. Full body shaking, she nearly comes undone. Who is this man and what is he doing to her? Wait a second... his voice was clear as day. As the night breeze from an open window tickles her face, the cold brings the shock of realization. Reality can no longer be denied. Jerking upright, she realizes this is not a fantasy! Oh God, how is this happening right now!?
Though it is dark, the moonlight illuminates the silhouette of the handsome man that she ogled earlier. The light from the interior of her car causes his face to glow as he peers in above the glass of her window. It appears there is only air separating her from him. She squints trying to take in limited visual information. His dusty clothes and adorable dirt smudges are gone, replaced with a red tee and black zip-up hoodie. The man looks even better cleaned up and she stares dumbfounded at him. How did she not hear him walk to her car? Behind him in the distance is the white truck she saw earlier with the dirt bikes. And she didn't notice the headlights either?
He's staring at her patiently and chuckles again at her silence. "I'm sorry to startle you, but it was hard to ignore the sounds coming from your car."
