The time was planned for months. We need to coordinate our two busy schedules so that we get the most of our free time. And, for three years now, we've been able to 'keep the spice' in our relationship by going on 'love trips'. Basically, 'love trips' are just an excuse to have sex two or three times a day in different locations no closer than a mile apart. Only one time per day can be in total privacy, and only the 'completed' times count. This presents some fairly formidable obstacles and we are bonded by team problem-solving.
Anyway, this year was to be along the central coast because the valley was sweltering under triple digit heat. So, lightly packed (not much more than overnight bags and some changes of clothing), we headed west on I-80 and towards adventure.
I was driving the slightly restored El Camino past a lot of nothing when he said, "Quick! Take the next exit and hang a right!"
The idea is to just 'go for it', so I made the exit and he said, "The Wooze".
I started to laugh because this was completely ridiculous; there was no way we could escape getting caught doing something inside a large public maze in the middle of the day! There were scores of cars in the lot and I heard the sounds of kids from somewhere. (We had a rule that no kids were to see any sex act but that didn't mean that we couldn't try to finish prior to getting caught!) I did my best to discourage him but he'd have none of it, so we bought our tickets and went to the starting gate.
There was a timeclock for validating your start time and you could win free tries through the maze if you finished quickly enough. We both read this and smiled thinking we were probably not going to 'finish' or finish soon enough! But, we punched the clock anyway and ran into the maze.
We were soon lost and started trying to find the way out until we realized that lost was the point! Quickly 'learning' a couple of switchbacks which were meant to frustrate and delay participants, these provided the best locales for moments out of sight. They also provided a little warning; when someone approached, we'd hear footsteps on two sides of the cul-de-sac prior to someone blundering into us and a dead end.
In the switchback of choice, I took the initiative and offered to 'give' first. He was so excited, I figured I could get him satisfied easily and quickly before disaster struck. I gave him me best 'come hither' and he stood with his back to a wall and unzipped his 505's. Since he never wears underwear, I knelt and had him in my mouth, and, in seconds, I was stroking the shaft and licking the head of his fully erect cock. We heard footsteps approaching just once (and, then, we pretended to have run into the dead end just prior to the newcomer and whoever it was bought it and avoided the wasted time of making the wrong last turn, too.) I was nowhere near the deep sucking part that loves best when he grabbed my hair and shoved his cumming cock down my throat. Then I remembered why I hate to get him off orally the first time; I usually masturbate him before giving him head because he cums so damned much the first time! But, this time, I'd forgotten and he was pumping my face as he spurted alternately down my throat and onto the roof of my mouth. I braced myself by grasping his legs and he finished with his usual deep, final thrust and cum, forcing my face tightly over him.
He's completely docile after cumming so I closed his pants and guided him out of the cul-de-sac and into more of the maze. As he recovered, he guessed at a possible pattern and led us rapidly through the rest of the maze. When we clocked out, we still had 8 minutes left before our free repeat trip eligibility would expire!
Back in the car, we talked about 'the rush' of what we'd just done and agreed that it was a great start.
We didn't stop again until we reached San Francisco. The weather here was still very warm, but there had been clouds forming at an alarming rate in the Coastal Range. The thunderstorm caught us in the heart of The City and we were just cruising around when I saw a parking space and pulled in.
"Grab the overcoat and put it on", I said as we stopped. He got it from the back seat and we exited the car into a drenching torrent. I guided him to the covered doorway of an abandoned shop and told him to back against the glass door. I opened his overcoat and backed into his embrace as he wrapped the coat around both of us. When we were covered, I opened my pants, pulled them and my underwear down, and rubbed my hips against his rapidly growing cock. This time, he opened his own pants and slowly, gently rubbed his stiff dick against my hips, my butt, and, finally, my ass. With the patience born of 'the second cum', he slowly forced the head of his cock into my anus. It always hurts the first few moments, but I get so excited I almost always push back and impale myself on his stiff prick. Today was no exception and he very slowly but deeply fucked my ass, while people walked by, barely noticing our presence through the veil of rain. I was almost getting off myself when a drunk old man stumbled up to us and started to ask for spare change. I hadn't realized how close to cumming my lover was and, as I started to ask the old man to leave us alone, cum was pumped forcefully up my ass! Wave after wave was pushed up and into me. I must have had the most incredible look on my face because the drunk's eyes grew wide with recognition and he almost ran down the street! I tensed to laugh and was rewarded with an almost gut-wrenching orgasm. We held each other for support until we were able to move again, and then he eased himself out of me and I discreetly reset my clothing while he did the same for his. In a few minutes, the clearing sky left nothing but the drenched streets and an almost clean tang in the air. We kissed quickly and returned to the car to continue our insanity.
A short drive brought us to a good restaurant with reasonably priced food along the shoreline. With gulls piercing the quiet with cries for... whatever they squawk for, we climbed the two dozen steps to the ornate double doors of the establishment. As is often the case in the bay area, the patrons were dressed in all manners: there were couples in shorts and t-shirts; elderly folks in formal wear; and lots of people like us, just casually dressed tourists. 'Frisco, being the tolerant and forgiving place it is, accepted us 'as is'.
We were seated in a small alcove of the dining area, not too near the gentry, in all their finest, but not far enough away to raise suspicions of preferential treatment. The high lighting of the room was courtesy the complete wall picture window, allowing no need for artificial light from the numerous chandeliers of falling crystal. There was a long, curved bar at one end of the room and doors leading to the waitstations, kitchen, and restrooms at the other. Each table was covered with a large white linen tablecloth, draping nearly to the floor.
Seated across from each other, we perused the ample menu and decided upon steaks, shrimp and scallops. While waiting for our salads, good old 'Mr. Horny' raised a sly brow and confided,
