Subject: The drive home - non-fiction
Content: Thank you for the compliments on my first story. While it was a fantasy, what follows is non-fiction.
The Drive Home
To keep vacation costs low, we like to drive wherever we go. In addition to saving money, driving also gives us the opportunity to really see the country. To keep the drive interesting, we'll take the interstate to our vacation destination then take the US highways home or vice-versa. This trip it was a 1,500+ mile one-way trip to Las Vegas (yes, it was cheaper to drive than fly).
As we drove back, we took the interstate to keep on schedule and drove straight through from Colorado to the Midwest starting out from the west rim of the Rocky Mountains in the morning. As night fell we were half way through Nebraska, it was my turn to take the wheel again. Being just the two of us in the car, and having left the interesting part of the drive, my wife took a little nap. As we got deep into Iowa I was starting to get tired and stopped for coffee and fuel. My wife woke up at the stop.
Once we got settled back in the car, my wife leaned in to me and snuggled against my arm. A smile fell across my face and we got back on the long, straight, dark, highway. Feeling the intimacy of the moment, my wife began to stroke my arm and play with my hair. As we drove along the gentle petting started to get the "usual reaction." My wife looked up at me from her resting spot on my arm saying, "Really? I can't even rub your arm or play with your hair?"
"Sorry honey, he has a mind of his own."
"Well, he needs a good talking to." As she undid my belt and started unzipping my pants.
"Lift your butt." I did and she slid my pants and underwear as one to my knees.
"Can you get them all the way off?"
"Sure. The road's straight and I've got cruise control on."
"Good. Give them to me." As I manipulated my shoes and socks off. Handed them to her then slid off my pants and underwear handing them to her as well. My shoes went in the back seat, but to my surprise my socks, pants and underwear went OUT THE WINDOW!
"What the hell are you doing? You do know my clothes are in the trunk, don't you?"
"Why do you think I threw those out the window? Now you have to figure out how to get home without any high vehicles seeing your half nakedness and the sun will be up long before we get home." A devilish grin came over her face. I instantly got hard.
"I see that appeals to you. Does this appeal to you as well?" She slowly started polishing my apple paying special attention to the underside of my head.
For the next 200 miles she alternated between stroking and sucking my dick occasionally reaching down to squeeze my balls.
"Damn honey, what the hell are you doing? You keep this up and I'm going to make a mess all over the company car."
"Oh, I don't think so. You think I don't know when you're close? I can keep you like this at least until we get home. That's about another 300 miles, isn't it?" 300 more miles of teasing at 75 mph?!?!? That's what, 4 more hours?
"So that's your plan is it? Keep me hard all the way home?"
"Pretty much, then once we're home I'll decide what I want to do with you. Or more specifically, what I want you to do to me because by then my pants will be soaked." This only made me get harder thinking about her sitting in her own juices. She always gets so horny playing with me.
I'm not huge, but I'm not pinky dick either. From what my wife tells me (she had some partners before we were married but really liked giving handjobs to her "friends), I'm about average. Maybe a little thicker than most, but at 6+", average in length.
"Yup. You're going to be hard for at least the next 4 hours and the only lube you get is the pre-cum you leak out. How does that make you feel?" How does that make me feel? Leaky, that's how it makes me feel, as a few drops of pre-cum start dripping from my tip.
"I see. Let's just rub this all up and down your shaft. Like this." As she draws the pre-cum up/down the underside of my shaft with a deft nail digging into my vein more than spreading any pre-cum.
"Mmmm. You like, but that pre-cum is still there. Let me get that for you." She lowers her head over my head and starts slowly blowing her warm air across the head of my dick. My head twitches involuntarily from the warm breeze and the hope that she's going to drop down a little lower and take me in her mouth again.
"Nope. Not gonna happen. You can just stop bouncing him around. Now lips for you." SMACK! An open hand comes in contact with the underside of my dick.
"Oh, I like that. I like the way he jumps. What if I grab him from the topside and pull real hard? What happens then?" She quickly flips her hand over placing her palm on the topside of my dick pulling down hard and fast. My dick goes down to the seat of the car and quickly springs back to my stomach.
A laugh escapes her mouth. "I like that. I like that a lot. Here, let me do that again!" She proceeds to yank me a few more times flopping my dick all around grabbing at different angles to see how many different ways she can get it to spring back.
"Are you having fun? Cuz I'm starting to get a little sensitive over here and I'm leaking again."
"Oh, are you? I'm sorry, want me to spread that around for you again? You know how I like spreading it with my nails."
"It's not like I can really stop you, is it? I mean, I have to keep some focus on the road."
"I know, that's what makes this so much fun. You can't truly commit to what I'm doing without crashing the car and the company sure wouldn't like that." As she digs 4 nails into the base of my shaft and rakes them up to my tip and back down completely missing the pre-cum she said she was going to spread around. This little move only proves to milk more pre-cum out of me.
"Be careful, you don't want to pre-cum too much. Sure would be tough to explain the stain on the front seat to the fleet manager." Another devilish laugh comes out.
"Nice. Real nice. You gonna do something about this leaking?"
"Oh, sure. Not a problem. Let me clean that up for you." She flips open the glove box and grabs out some McDonald's napkins and proceeds to forcibly polish my apple supposedly cleaning up the pre-cum that is now leaking down my shaft.
"DAMN! What the fuck!?!? Don't you think those napkins are a little rough?" As I jump and flinch trying to avoid the harsh napkins while also keeping the car on the highway.
"Oh, I'm sorry, would you like me to use something else?"
"Yeah, how about your tongue. That seems to do a real nice job."
"Keep dreaming. You've got two choices, McDonald's napkins or my nails. Which one do you want?" Now there's a choice. Tree bark or razor blades.
"I'll take the nails thank you very much."
"OK, but just remember, it was your choice." That doesn't sound good.
We're now crossing the Mississippi River into Illinois and only a couple hours from home. I can do this.
"OW! SHIT! What the fuck was that?" I can't look down because traffic has gotten heavier and I have to keep focused on the road ahead.
"Oh, just my nail. It was only my pinky nail."
"Yeah, and where exactly was your pinky nail."
"Down your little hole. Gotta find some way to keep that pre-cum in, don't I?"
"And that's what you chose?"
"Nope, you did. Remember?" Oh shit, I did, didn't I?
For the next 100 miles her pinky nail rests just inside the tip of my dick as the other four nails her left hand rake up/down my shaft. The sensation was electrifying. Every time I would get close to cumming the car go over a bump forcing my dick up and her nail deeper into my hole making my hard on shrink or if there was no bump in the road, she'd dig her nail in deeper on her own. Hard/semi/hard/semi/hard/semi for 75 miles.
"We're getting low on gas. We won't make it to the house without stopping."
"Hmm, you've got a problem then, don't you? You know how I don't like to pump gas."
"Yeah, but you sure like pumping other things."
"You don't like it? I can stop now and leave you like this. You want that?"
"Oh God, why do you do this to me? You know how I love the feeling of your hands on my dick."
"That's why I do it to you, because you love it. How's this for a solution. You don't actually have to go in to the gas station, do you?"
"No, but it's morning, the sun is up and so are people, so how do you propose I pump gas half naked?"
"With my pants on."
"Your pants. They're a little bigger than mine and shorter in the legs."
"It's either that or you walk out there half naked with a raging hard on."
"Alright, fine, I'll do it. Take 'em off, I'm getting off at the next exit."
"Nope. I have to go pee first. Pull up in front of the store so I don't have to walk all the way in."
"WHAT?!?! Right in front?!?!? Yeah, how's that gonna work?"
"You've got a hat on, figure it out." With that we get to the top of the exit, cross the road and pull into the Road Ranger. I slip my hat over my engorged member and she laughs hysterically as she slowly walks to the bathroom. I swear she was in there for 20 minutes!
"I feel much better. How about you?" As she reaches over and snags the hat before I have time to realize what she's doing.
"HEY! I NEED that!"
"Oh, I see you're doing much better. I guess you're all done."
"20 minutes of sitting here has a tendency to shrink a hard on."
"Yeah, sorry, a friend called and I didn't want to flush while on the phone. Here, you can put these on now so you can pump gas." She hands me her panties.
"With THESE ON? You said your pants, not your underwear."
"Did I? I thought I said panties." That evil grin slides across her face. "Oh well, you gonna get gas or what?"
I look around and the station only has 2 cars in the lot and there are some pumps far off to the side. I slip on the panties and quickly exit. Sliding the credit card through the machine, fumbling with the pump, I finally get the fuel going. To minimize exposure I jump in the back seat of the car.
"LOL, nice move."
"Thanks. I had to do something." a few moments later the pump shuts off. I jump out, throw the pump back on the handle, put the cap back on, slam the door and run around the car.
"I don't think anyone saw."
"Except the security cameras." SHIT! Forgot about that part. I'm probably going to be on some voyeur website now! "Oh, and I want my panties back. That is unless you like wearing women's underwear."
"Sorry babes, not my thing." As I put the car back in cruise control and slip the panties off handing them to my wife. "You like it better like this?"
"Oh, much. Now to do something about that shrunken head down there. We've still got 100 miles to home which means I've still got another hour plus of keeping you hard until I figure out what to do with you once we get home."
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