"She did WHAT?" I asked, turning to Ann as she snickered at my reaction. I was so stunned I let off the gas pedal for just a moment, making the car slow down quickly. And that was because we were climbing up a rather steep incline in the Rocky Mountains.
"You heard me," Ann said with a bashful grin. She was lying back in her seat, her eyes hidden by her glasses. She looked so hot, her hair still pulled up in the sexy pigtails, her makeup looking immaculate...and her half naked breasts practically begging me to stare at them as the peaked into view occasionally from underneath my dress shirt.
"You're kidding me...right?" I said as I pressed my foot back on the throttle, trying to regain the speed I'd lost.
Ann looked at me, lifting her glasses so I could see her big brown eyes batting at me, trying to gauge my reaction to what she'd just told me. "You're not upset, are you?"
I looked down at the crotch of my shorts, which was suddenly sporting a tent any three-ring circus would be proud of. Nodding towards it, I smiled. "What does that tell you!"
Ann glanced at my lap and she exhaled in relief. "Good...I was worried."
"Why would you be worried?"
"Because I didn't tell you about it before now," she said as she put the glasses back down, smiling at the ceiling of the car.
"I've told you, Ann...you don't have to tell me when it's something like that. Besides, you haven't told me anything...yet," I grinned.
In fact, what she'd just told me about Maryam, the masseuse at the hotel we'd stayed at the night before in Utah, really wasn't necessarily a revelation. All Ann had said was that Maryam had pinched her nipple. I could have been reading a lot more into that than I should have been. After all, it was Maryam's job to give Ann a massage. Perhaps Ann was just overreacting to Maryam touching her in a certain spot in a way she hadn't anticipated. Or maybe Ann was just making it up, as another diversion to keep from telling me what had really gotten her so turned on in her dreams while she was sleeping next to me in the car. Or maybe she was just teasing me...to get me hard.
But the way Ann was acting told a different story. She was definitely turned on, and from the look in her eyes, I knew it had something to do with Maryam. Ann started unlacing the front of her sexy black leather shorts, and she removed the lace altogether, dangling it around the rear view mirror. As she lifted her hips to peel them off her ass, and down her tanned legs, Ann looked over to me. Her hard nipples were exposed, pointing at the ceiling of the car as the unbuttoned white dress shirt she was sort of wearing fell open to the sides.
"If you promise to not ask questions while we fuck, I promise I'll tell you all about EVERYTHING that happened last night when I'm done with you," Ann said wickedly. Her voice sounded passionate and slutty at the same time, and it certainly got my attention. I wanted to ask her what 'everything' meant, but I wanted to fuck her more. And I wanted to do it right then and there.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Ann was humming along with the stereo as she drove down the interstate. She had the windows down just a little, and the vent fan blowing full blast. The white dress shirt she was wearing was sticking to her damp skin, the translucent effect making my semi hard cock start to revive as I stared at her from the passenger seat.
The image of Ann throwing the shirt back on after we'd finished fucking in the very seat I was now lounging in ran through my mind. I could see her getting out of the car, and walking around the front in her bare feet, not bothering to button it up, or to put her shorts back on, for that matter. She just put it on like some kind of superhero cape, and whisked around the car as if she was participating in a Chinese fire drill at a stoplight.
But Ann was the only one that got out of the car, and we hadn't been stopped at a busy city intersection. We had been pulled off on the side of a desolate stretch of Interstate 80, somewhere on the outskirts of Nowhere, Wyoming. She had walked smoothly, and deliberately, the high mountain winds blowing her shirt open, showing her tanned, naked body, which was covered with a glossy sheen of perspiration. She looked so free and natural as she came around the driver's side door and opened it. She never said a word as she started up the engine, and reset the seat and the mirrors. She flipped the directional signal on, letting the oncoming traffic that wasn't there know that she was about to pull onto the highway, and seconds later we were back on our way.
As she drove down the road, Ann was covered, but barely. The shirt clung to her tits, the perspiration quickly soaking though, making her nipples plainly visible. The front of the shirt remained open, showing her midriff and her mound. But Ann didn't care, since there were practically no cars or trucks traveling where we were at the time. And even if there had been, I'm not sure it would have mattered. Ann was radiating, her aura filling the car. It was as if we were all alone on the planet as we drove along in the wide-open wilderness.
I glanced over at my bride to be, her chest jutting out as she focused on the road ahead. She had her legs spread, and I could see a white pool of cum forming between them as the huge load I deposited in her pussy started to ooze from deep inside her. Ann didn't seem to care that it might stain the fabric of her seat. And that surprised me. She kept her car immaculate, much like everything else I'd seen in her life when it came to her possessions, or where she lived. Ann...was a clean freak, and I smiled when I thought about that. She loved things as squeaky clean as anyone I'd ever met...yet when it came to sex, she could best be described as leaning toward the dirty side. I couldn't help but love that about her.
She left me reclined in that passenger seat, dripping of sweat and feeling used. It was the greatest feeling in the world. Ann had done all the work, saying she was rested from her own version of a 'power nap', and she had certainly fucked me like that were true. Lying there, I closed my eyes, thinking about how Ann had fucked me.
All I could do was hold onto her hips, and let her ride me like I was some wild horse. I wondered at the time if there were any near us out on those high mountain plains. There was no doubt that if there had been, Ann could have broken them the way she relentlessly rode me. I might have even had illusions of being a wild bronco when she first slipped her hot, tight pussy over my cock. I was trying to buck into her, hard and deep. But when she'd finished taming me, I knew I'd let her ride me like that anytime she wanted.
With my eyes closed underneath my shades, I listened to Ann's happiness, feeling it fill the car. I could sense her love as she hummed along perfectly with the music, and it warmed me, just as much as the sun shining into the car. As I lay back with my hands over my head, my limp cock twitched a little. I was still naked below the waist, enjoying the warm rays dry my damp, sticky skin.
After about fifteen minutes of just lying there with my eyes shut, feeling free as we drove down the sparsely used interstate, I felt Ann's hand. It started at my hip, resting there. I could feel her fingers gently rubbing my skin. It was a loving, tender touch...her fingertips feeling electric as they lingered there. Her hand stayed still for a while, and I didn't move either. I loved that feeling of togetherness, even in the most simplistic of ways...so much that I didn't want it to end.
A few more miles down the road, I could feel Ann move her body towards mine, shifting her ass closer to the console that split our seats. Shortly after that, I could feel her hand sneaking its way along my hip, heading for my crotch.
She gently took my cock in her soft hand, and played with my shaft. "I love your cock, baby," she said softly, almost to herself. It seemed she was unsure if I was even awake, and she didn't want to disturb me. But that didn't keep her from playing with my shaft.
I was going to say something, but for whatever reason, I didn't. I kept my eyes closed, and fought to keep a straight face as her delicate fingers massaged my prick. Knowing how much she loved playing with a cock, I had a hard time keeping my excitement buried inside my beating chest. And I was worried that my shaft might be getting hard too fast, thinking that would give away that I was actually just pretending to be asleep.
If Ann noticed, she didn't act like it. Or she didn't care. She was so happy when my cock finally grew to its full erect stature she let out a quiet little moan. I tried to remain still as she slowly started stroking it. And Ann was making that easier, because she wasn't trying to get me off. It was more like a dalliance. She was just playing with my cock, pacifying her self-professed need to toy with my manhood. Ann had called it a fetish, but in reality, it was more like a hobby. Still, my being naked below the waist, and appearing to be asleep, gave Ann an opportunity she apparently couldn't pass up.
I suppose I should have felt guilty about it. It was a little like putting candy in front of a child and expecting them not to pick it up. Or, perhaps more accurately, it was like putting the vice of choice in front of an addict. I suppose even that is a little too harsh, though. It wasn't like Ann couldn't keep her hands off of me. I knew that she could have, if she had wanted to. If anything, it was just something to do to help her pass the time as she drove us across the beautiful, spacious countryside. Since I was 'asleep', it was a way for her to not be alone...it was a way for her to be connected to me.
