Behind the Wheel
When I drive, it is as much a physical connection as I’m capable of on my own. My car is my soul. I’m on the highway, cruising faster than the other traffic, sliding past minivans and sedans and all the other casual drivers. I move coolly and calmly as if I were walking down a crowded sidewalk. My radio is thumping with my music, my mind is focused. I’m relaxed, the stresses of the day wash over my skin like a crashing wave, cleansing me. My body in rhythm with the humming of my engine. I rarely meet my match on the road, and when I do, I am always impressed.
You come sliding up behind me. I don’t notice you creeping up through the cars behind me, expecting my obstacles to be in front. You’re on top of me, you flash your lights. I decide to see what game you’re playing, and I move from your path. When you slide past me, I see your silhouette. You don’t even offer me a glance.
Brown hair, slim neck, in your own zone. My own engine thumps at the sight of you, and I jump back behind you to keep up, which is no challenge. You’re seamless, the way you cruise. You remind me of myself. I follow you, letting you keep me in sight. When the road clears, I rev up my engine and pull along side you. I hold my car just there, looking at you. Waiting for you to look. When your blue eyes finally turn to me, I stare into them, with a penetrating look that tells you that you better bring your best. You churn up ahead of me, faster than before, both engines thumping together. I find myself challenged to keep up. I do, however, stay right on your tail. For miles and miles we trade. I pass you, you pass me back. Each time locking eyes. You’ve penetrated my world. My dominance of the black, hot, asphalt has rarely been questioned, and never by such a beauty. My heart beats harder with each turn of the road, amazed by your abilities. Soon, though, I see your blinker. “She’s leaving the road before me,” I think to myself. “Such a shame.”
I realize quickly I shouldn’t pass up this opportunity. My heart is beating hard as I follow you to the exit ramp. It is dark out, and your taillights glow solely for me as I sit behind you at the traffic signal. You make the right and pull into a quiet all-night diner, and I follow you still. I know you know I’m still behind you. When you stop, I keep my distance, parking so I can watch you enter.
I see your black skirt, milky thighs, fantastic chest. Your hair hangs over your revealing white t-shirt as you strut into the diner. You know where I am, but don’t even glance my way. Once you reach the door, I leave my car. I know you’re waiting for me. I could feel it all the way down the road. I walk inside, and see you, slowly walking toward the corner with the restrooms.
There are a couple late night drivers and an old waitress inside, but that’s it. The place is empty. As you push open the Ladies’ Room door, you look back at me, with those piercing eyes, and I know what you’re looking for. As I would learn later, with every pass, every rev of the engine, every time you caught my glance, your heart beat faster, panties grew wet. You had also never met your match, and as you turned off the road, you prayed I’d follow you all the way. I have.
You linger at the doorway, meeting my eyes, not even having to give me a suggestive nod. I know. I walk slowly toward the restrooms. No one gives me a second glance. They’re all sleepwalking. I give a look before pushing open the door, totally unseen. Entering the ladies room, I find its only room for one. Perfect. I see you standing against the wall, staring at me as I enter. I reach behind me and lock the door, your chest heaving, my blood pumping to every part of me.
Walking painfully slowly towards you, placing my strong hands at your hips, eyes down, locked in wonder at your amazing body. Rising up to meet your eyes, contact never quits and as my hand slides behind your waist, you grab me and kiss hard. My hands slide to your ass and I pull you hard against me, lips locked, just fabric separating us now. My hands slide to your thighs, rising, caressing, gripping, pulling them to me. Your lips move to my ear, biting me hard.
Through heavy breath, you whisper. “I need you now.”
Reaching behind you, I undo your skirt feverishly as my lips kiss your neck, your shoulders. Standing back, I rip my shirt off. You pull yours over your head, and pull off your bra. as your skirt drops, I see your panties were taken off as soon as you walked in here. You undo my jeans for me as you drop to your knees. Pulling my boxers and pants down. You move to me with the swiftness and grace that you displayed on the road. I don’t forget. Your hands gripping my ass. Your hot warm breath surprises me as you move to my balls. Sucking, licking as my shaft throbs hot across your face. Leaving quickly, your tongue slides slowly up my shaft. You kiss me as you lick. Reaching my throbbing head, you move your lips around the mushroom and your tongue cleans all of the pre-cum that’s been dripping. My hands are in your hair, gripping as your lips slide slowly up and down me, moving farther and farther. My breath thick and hot. Knowing my cock is as hard, thick, and throbbing as hard as I can possibly imagine, you stop. You drag your moist lips up to my head, swirling your tongue at my pre-cum before standing up. Still, no words needed.
You stand up and I grab you hard. I kiss you before turning you around, and you spread your legs instinctively. Needing you badly, knowing your pussy is dripping for me, I take myself in my hand and slowly guide myself to your waiting slit. Your hands planted firmly against the wall, I slide into you. Hot, soaking, tight. My firm cock fills you fully, my length sliding, you stretch to take me in. You gasp and resist a moan. My hands firmly on your hips I start thrusting, slowly rocking my hips to you. Exiting further with each slow movement, I slam back into you with equal force. Soon, I can take no more, and neither can you, and as I pull back, you slam back against me, and I know how you want it. I saw you on the road, weaving through cars. Pedal to the metal, baby. Engine humming as you revved faster and faster and I kept with you right til the end.
I keep one hand at your hip and the other moves now on your shoulder and I start slamming you, fast and hard and deep and rough. As my cock fills you, as my hips smack into your ass, the moans escaping your lips grow louder and louder. You try to lower your head to see the action, to see my strong legs pushing myself into you, and for a moment, I let you. It finds its way through your gorgeous, soft hair and my fingers form a fist, pulling your neck back as you scream. Your legs quiver and I think I feel your tightness pulse around me as I grip your hair. My other hand moves to your shaking breast, no longer needing the hold of your hip to guide my thrusts. You’re smooth, soft, your breasts are perfect. I need to abuse them. Massaging. Gripping hard. Palming and caressing your nipple. My fingers draw towards it, grabbing it. I pinch and pull, letting another scream escape your lips.
My cock lances into you, and we both grow painfully close… My fist now pushes your head forward, wanting you to watch. I want you to see my throbbing shaft fucking you. Your back arches, your hips finding my rhythm as you start slamming back into me, guiding me to your perfect pace. The hum of your engine needs to hit its perfect gear. As your rocking slows me to what you need, my arm wraps your waist Leaning over you, into you, heart beating with yours, hips thrusting and grinding and pushing you closer, I groan. Your moans are louder still. I can feel you throb faster and tighter around my cock. Your tightness gripping me, your wetness aiding me. Your heat grows more rapid, my cock throbs like mad inside of you. Pulling your head back again hard, you scream. You’re there. You’re on the precipice. Your legs shudder as you whimper. I keep going as you tighten and throb and grip me perfectly. Your thighs shaking as I push you to the edge. “Holy fuck I’m cumming!” you scream at the top of your lungs. The ringing of your voice makes my heart pound with excitement as I start pounding you as hard as I can. You reach your plateau and I want to fucking hold you there as long as I can. My hands returning to your hips, you rest your neck. Your moans and whimpers wild and gutteral as an animal as your orgasm continues shuddering through your every inch of your body.
Your pussy is grabbing me, gripping me, pleading to milk me dry. I must comply. I can stand no more. My thrusts stay deep, and short, my shaft staying mostly inside you, loving your pulse. I take no time. Groaning, I cum. Holding your hips tight against me as my cock drains inside you. Feeling it fill around myself, knowing how perfectly my shaft fits you. Breathing heavy, sweat dripping, bodies exhausted. Holding for a moment that feels like an eternity, I feel you still pulse. Aftershocks. Incredible. Legs still quivering. The idle hum of your engine still rumbling through your sweet, silken walls. Releasing myself from you, I make sure to hold you so you don’t collapse. Standing you against the wall, my hands holding you firm. I kiss you. Long and hard and sweet.
Standing there, my cum dripping out of you, I smile. You collapse against the wall, hair wild, eyes still in ecstasy. I dress quickly, leaving my boxers with you. Standing as I unlock the door. I look back at you and flash an evil grin. Your spent, exhausted body is amazing. “Catch up,” I say. I walk quickly out of the diner and even more quickly back to my car. Starting it, the rumbling of the engine reminds me of you. I head back to the highway and hope to see your headlights behind me soon.