Road trip: The Fantasy (part 2 of 2) I drove around for abo..
Published: September 8th 2022, 11:50:07 pm
Road trip: The Fantasy (part 2 of 2)
I drove around for about two hours playing with my swollen wet pussy, but never letting myself cum. I wanted to stay in that mindset longer, prolong it, cause it just felt so fucking sexy. The fantasy evolved in my mind; thoughts of what could turn me on the most.
I was in search of a rest/picnic area. You know the ones off the side of the road, that have some picnic tables, maybe a bathroom or basic vending machines. Where someone might pull over to stretch their legs, restore comfort levels, etc.
And that’s where my fantasy would begin.
It would go a little something like this:
I pull over at a rest stop/picnic area where only a handful of other cars are parked. I sit on a picnic bench not too far from a couple guys chatting together at the vending machine.
Do a little stretching, neck rolls, check my phone to look busy. I make eye contact with one of the guys and smile, returning to my stretches, nothing sexy. Just innocent looking moves. I rub my neck like it’s sore, then do some more neck rolls. I rub my own shoulder semi-dramatically for attention.
Noticed they were looking in my direction, it worked! So I say “pesky neck cramp, makes it uncomfortable to drive, it’s just not the same rubbing it out myself…”
After a pause one of the guys says “I can massage it, if you’d like”
“Yes please, if that’s not too odd to request.”
He made his way over, and awkwardly rubbed my shoulder with one hand.
“Can you do it a little harder? Maybe get both sides?” As I repositioned myself with a leg on either side of the bench (straddling), my back now to him.
“Sure” he replied, then sat down behind me. His touch was slower and more deliberate. His legs were on either side of my body, his knees not far from my hips.
“Mmmm, that feels really good”
“My pleasure”
The other guy came to sit on the bench, making small talk with his friend. I’m sandwiched between the two, feeling real naughty.
I let my legs drift to the sides a bit more, feeling the air on my pussy, knowing it was now in his view.
More small talk between the two, chatting about their trip, asking about mine. The guy beside me does a stretch. His hand landed to his side, which is coincidently now between my legs, inches away from my pussy.
The massage continues, more sensual.
“You feel so good”, I whisper in a breathy sexy voice, to emphasize my satisfaction.
That was queue for my personal masseuse to scoot in closer, his body pressed against me from behind. I placed my hands over his, which had been on my shoulders, and guided them down my shirt. His hands caressed and massaged my tits, with the occasional tug on my nipples.
I could feel his hard cock pressing into my ass. I grinded back onto it, getting it deep in there as possible with clothing. I tightened and loosed my muscles around his hard dick, giving him a massage back.
His friends hand was still between my legs so I moved forward and pressed my wet pussy against him.
He used two fingers to play with my clit and then finally finger fuck me. We all moved in closer on the bench to be discrete.
I reached back and unzipped my masseuses pants, freeing his hard cock. Spit in my hand and used it to stroke him, special attention to the mushroom head.
Matching the rhythm of his massage to the deliberate movement of his hand job. His body still pressed against mine from behind. He moans with pleasure in my ear.
The other dude, watching, finger fucking me, had a huge hardon. I used my free hand to rub his cock through his shorts. But, it wasn’t long before my hand was up the leg of his shorts and pleasuring his dick and balls.
A hard cock for each hand.
The masseuse pulled down my shorts a bit so his cock was sliding freely between my ass cheeks. He’d press the head in deep, and groan. I’d feel it against the opening, daring to enter (but didn’t). He came, I could feel his cock pulsing against me, his hot cum landing on my lower back and butt cheeks.
“Finger me harder, faster”, I said to the other guy, and he let my pussy have it! I came hard. My hand still gripping and stroking his cock sensually.
His cock throbbed and soon my hand was covered in his not stickiness, and I didn’t even mind one bit.
We said our thank you’s and goodbyes and went about our way.