Road Trip Recreation by Questionabled

Road Trip Recreation by Questionabled

Embark on a steamy road trip adventure with our adult sex story. Join our characters as they indulge in passionate recreation on the open road. Let your imagination run wild with this tantalizing tale.<br/> I’m four hours into a seven hour roadtrip and I’m bored to tears. My radio is static, because there’s no service in these parts, and I’ve been stuck behind a semi for the past forty-five minutes. It’s hot, too–I already stripped down to my bra, but even that doesn’t quite cool me down. My hair is loose and wild in the wind, and the only thing keeping me from falling asleep at the wheel is fantasizing about sex with someone–anyone–other than my ex; the man who, as it turns out, is the reason I’m doing this long drive in the first place. We broke up yesterday and I packed up to head to greener pastures. Now, though, I’m regretting it. I should have stayed in the city one night longer–found a rebound, boy or girl it doesn’t matter, and made some delicious mistakes. But I didn’t, and now I’m stuck in the car.

For the past half hour, I’ve been dreaming up a “sexploit” that involves me, a lumberjack, and some seriously hard friction. I have a big imagination, but at the very least, it’s helping the time pass. My knuckles get tight on the wheel as I imagine the lumberjack sinking into me again… and again… and again. Tension curls in my stomach, and it isn’t until I feel myself getting wet that I realize my mistake. There’s nothing for it… I’m going to have to pull over and deal with this myself.

That’s when I pass the construction site. The semi in front of me slows down to a crawl, and I’m just about to curse my bad luck when I pass one of the workers.

With his belt slung low and his coveralls open to reveal a white tanktop, he is a picture-perfect cliche. He’s much too cute to be working a job site by the side of the road. We make eye contact as I drive by, and he grins at me when he realizes that I’m basically mesmerized by him. I don’t realize quite how badly, until I hear a thud and notice that my car swerved and hit a pylon. I correct myself, but I see him throw his head back in laughter as my car edges along.

Should I go back?

No, definitely not. I banish the thought. It’s some random by the side of the road! I might as well pick up a hitchhiker.

But he was as handsome as the devil. And that lumberjack fantasy has left me feeling empty.

No. No! This is crazy. I’m not considering this. Although the idea of it–forbidden, dangerous, completely crazy–only seems to increase the hunger that I feel. I picture the worker’s brown hair, stubbled jaw, and blue eyes again. He was dusty and sweaty from the workday, but I could see his pecs through the fabric of his top. He grinned at me, too… and did his eyes linger? Maybe… And there’s only one way I’ll ever know.

As the semi picks up speed once more, I find that I’m reluctant to hit the gas. The construction site is dwindling in my mirror now… And then I slam on the breaks. The car behind me honks and swerves, flipping me off, but I don’t even care. I swing my vehicle around and race back the way I came.

Dust flies when I careen to a stop beside the worker’s vehicles. I get out of my car, trying not to think about what I’m about to do, and slam the door. I start marching across the makeshift parking lot, back to the road where I’d seen the blue eyed worker. When I round the corner and see him, his eyes bulge at the sight of me. I look down, and realize I’m still only in my bra and shorts–but oh well, it’s too late now.

“I want you.” It’s out before I can stop it. I plant my hands on my hips and take a breath. My boobs strain against the fabric of my bra as I do so. “I want you right now.” To his credit, he only looks confused for a second, and then he tosses the flag he’s holding to the ground.

“Follow me.”

He leads me behind a popup tent that houses the equipment and lifts a finger to his lips. I nod and pretend like I have any intention of staying quiet–if he does this right, hopefully, being quiet won’t be an option. Once we’re somewhat concealed, though anybody driving by would be able to see us if they just turned their heads, he stops.

“My name is–”

But I reach forward and hold a finger to his lips.

“No names.” My heart is pounding in my chest.

Am I really doing this?

He looks down at my finger for a second, then opens his mouth and drags his teeth down it.

Oh yeah. I’m really doing this.

I lean forward and fit my body against his. He smells like sweat, and dust, and some kind of motor oil, and when I feel strong arms wrap around my back, I almost lose myself. When he lifts my chin and presses a hot kiss to my mouth, for a half-second, I’m worried it’s going to taste like cigarettes or coffee–but it doesn’t. His breath is minty cool, like he just spat out a piece of gum. He exhales into my mouth and I slide my tongue past his lips to drag against his teeth. He stifles a sound in the back of his throat and gently bites down on me. One of my legs lifts of its own accord, and he cements it around his waist with one powerful hand. His other hand slides up my bare stomach and slips under my bra–assertive, and wasting no time, he catches hold of one nipple. I gasp into his mouth a little bit, and he tugs on the sensitive bud. I feel it harden at his touch, and I grind myself into him, seeking that friction I so desperately crave.

He breaks off the kiss, and grabs hold of my tits with both hands. Without removing my bra, he pulls my boobs out the top of it, so they hang over the fabric. He slaps one lightly and massages the other with heated strength. When he starts kissing me again, I feel one of his hands against the line of my shorts. I nod into the kiss, and he plunges a hand inside my pants. He pulls my thong to one side and buries a finger inside my pussy, all without even undoing my shorts. I gasp again, and then obey as he guides my hand to his coveralls. They’re tied at his waist, but after a second, I get them loose. His jeans take another few seconds, and then I take his cock in my hand. I don’t take off his pants or coveralls, and he doesn’t take off mine. Instead, as we make out, we hand fuck each other inside our clothes.

His cock is thick in my hand, and swollen with need. Everytime I slide up the shaft, he bucks slightly against me, and everytime he curls his fingers and hits that delicious sweet spot inside me, I can’t help but hump his hand. We stay like that for seconds–or minutes, or hours, I don’t know–until a voice pulls us out of our thoughts.

“What’s this?”

We turn, lips swollen, hands still in each others pants. I freeze in fear at the sight of the other worker–a man closer to my age, and stern. He is built with thick muscle, and does not look impressed. But even though my hand freezes, the fingers inside my pussy do not. Even as we look at the man who caught us, the blue-eyed worker finds my clit and starts working me.

I attempt to speak, but only a whimper of pleasure escapes my mouth.

“What is the meaning of this?” The newcomer steps closer. His eyes are on the bulge in my worker’s pants, as well as the movement in my own shorts from his fingers.

“It’s exactly what it looks like,” My worker smiles at the newcomer. He digs his fingers in a bit deeper, and I moan despite myself. And then… as the seconds tick by… the newcomer doesn’t say anything else. As my worker fingers me, I notice that the other man’s eyes are glued on my tits. Tension curls in my stomach again at what I’m about to do.

“Do you want to watch us?” I whisper, biting my lip. His eyes cut to mine. I give into my temptation and massage one of my breasts. “Do you want to watch him fuck me?” He doesn’t say anything, but I see a bulge growing in his pants, now. I massage my tit harder and give a breathy moan, just for him. “Maybe you want to join the fun.”

That earns me a gulp, but when I beckon him forward, he comes over. I take his hand in mine, and as I ride the fingers inside me, I place the newcomers hand against my nipple. He stays frozen for a second, but then I feel his hand start to move against me. He’s bigger than the blue-eyed boy, and broader too. I wonder how much bigger his cock will be. Without prompting, he lifts his other hand and starts pressing my tits together.

“That’s right,” The first man coaches, watching him. “Isn’t she soft?” He curls his fingers again while the other man pinches me. “Squeeze her… Make her whimper for you.”

“Do you want to suck on my tits?” I whisper, placing my hands on his broad shoulders. I lift my chest slightly, presenting myself to him. He bites his lower lip, and then leans in to me. As he does so, the first worker finally undoes my shorts and slides them down. He leaves my thong on, but pushes it to the side again.

“You suck her tits while I suck her clit,” The first one commands. “Get that cock hard for her… show her what you want. Make her beg for it.” The newcomer lifts my heavy boobs then, and brings them to his mouth. As his wet lips close around one of my nipples, I feel the first guy press his mouth against my pussy. “You ready?” He asks. This is everything I’ve wanted. I nod eagerly.

The second man sucks my tit into his mouth while the first one parts my vagina with his lips and slips his tongue inside of me. I gasp, caught between pleasures, and lean my head back, giving the new guy as much access to my boobs as he wants. He bites me even as the one down below nibbles my clit. I cry out in pleasure. The first worker reaches up and guides my hand to the newcomer’s pants as he sucks my heavy boob, and presses it against his jeans. His dick so hard for me, it makes my mouth water. The first one presses my hand harder, and the newcomer growls low in his throat. He rams his hips against my hand, and I can’t help but undo his pants and grab hold of him. If possible, he’s even thicker than the first one was. I can barely wrap my hands around him. It earns me a bite to the tit, and I flinch in ecstasy.

“I want to suck you off,” I plead, not even sure who I’m talking to, but they obey. Before my eyes, both men start sliding their pants and coveralls down. They take their rock hard cocks in their hands, presenting them to me, and I fall to my knees. I watch for a second as they start fisting themselves, waiting for my approval and permission. I open my mouth to accept the first one–it’s the newcomer. He takes hold of the back of my hair and guides his dick into my throat. He tastes so good that I feel my own precum drip down my thighs. He gives little pulses once he’s buried in me, not wanting to make me gag, even as I reach out and start jerking off the other guy.