Route 66

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Tweed bench seats allow you to sit right beside me as we drive down the highway. The night sky lets little light out to illuminate our way. White beams just before this 55 Chevrolet shown the way ahead. My jet black suit, skinny black tie, and fresh starch shirt keep the night breeze off of me. The fedora atop my head stays fast even with all the windows down. With my left hand on the wheel my right wraps around your shoulders and pulls you in close. Even in the dark I can see your red heals on the center hump. The dress you adorn is matching but with even more flair. The A shape and ruffles do little to hide your physic. The corset style top is held snug to your body and pushes up and out your bounty. The curls of blond dance in the wind that aren’t held fast by the ribbon in holding it down. A funky do wop comes on and your palm squeezes the inside of my leg. Only slowed when you have to use both to hold the breeze from exposing more than the white slip I see. Then with your eyes moving away you giggle at the thought of me seeing all of you. Turning your body slightly you angle your lips so that they may take my ear. Then you find your way straight to my groin as you rub and move me and whisper for me to keep driving. My pants seem to be sprung open while your hand moves fast to delve into my silk boxers. Your fist tight around me its hard to keep my attention on the road ahead. The things you say into my ear bring visions of our bodies atop each other. Pausing to lick along my neck and ear lobe leaving a thin layer of lube in its path. The cool air takes it away and sends chills down to my toes making the gas peddle shake. To your needs my hand moves from your back to finding its way to between your smooth thighs. Propped up against me and your ass moves up and down in wait for my play. I swerve to correct my path as I seem to have wandered from between the lines. You laugh loud and take away your affections only long enough to turn up the tunes. Back to my member and neck you work at a rapid pace. Animalistic in your ways of clawing at my flesh and breathing as if about to consume all that you have waited for. The knot in my tie pulled out you rip the buttons from my shirt. Moving your face to my chest you work your tongue around my nipples an down the center of my chest. Your lips pull at my stomach as your right hand strokes me fast. My mitt paws at you and works to drench you, with your panties still in the way. I lose the road again as your head pops up, blocking my view, as my fingers find your wetness. With that you throw your right leg over my waist and force your tongue into my mouth. I can barely see with my head tilted to the side looking through your wind blown hair. Both of your hands pull at my wig until one slides down to adjust and to let me in. The beat quickens as the next round of songs come on. Etta James singing is the only sound other than the occasional thumps of the road reflectors. Half way in and you pull me back out only to return even deeper. My eyes fight to find the way as my body fights to hold back. To the side of the road I pull quick and just in time. You pull me into the back seat when I barely get the car in park. Now with my control returned I easily make my way back inside. My lips now upon your body and my eyes to only look to your smile. The road trip to nowhere seems to have found us again.