A literotic sexstories: Co-eds European Roadtrip Horror Part1 by FINC ,
“It’s making it worse not better,” muttered her friend as the young red head tried to clear her view from hours of dust. They’d left Warsaw earlier that week and only a month into their European expedition had realised that a road trip had it limitations.
“Did you measure how far Moscow is from Warsaw?” Asked the less opinionated girl in the back seat.
Diora gave a chuckle “well it didn’t look that far.” But her friends weren’t laughing.
“We’re not even out of Poland yet are we?” Asked Cassandra flicking through the map. Keeley the back seat babe looked at the driver waiting for an answer. Diora obliged shrugging her shoulders. “Who knows?” They all burst out laughing Cassandra adding, “well, certainly not you honey,” then playfully threw the map at her driving friend.
The last two hundred miles or so had been on increasingly rougher roads and as they passed cattle herders and occasional gas station they’ d been reassured by nodding locals that “Russia was that a way.” But it would have been nice to see something different, a river or a forest or even a large hill.
Diora continued to placate her friends.” We had fun last night didn’t we? ”
They both looked dismissive, sexy eyebrows raised in incredulity.
“What you disagree?” Diora replied acting surprised hands twisting the wheel on the potted road.” We had a great place to sleep.”
Cassandra answered for both. “Diora, it was a barn.”
“So?” She continued a smile on her face.
“It had goats in it,” added Keeley.
“So?” was her response again and her friends just gave up the debate. All three were college grads fresh from finals and enjoying the last weeks of freedom before the realities of jobs and futures kicked in. However some had more of an adventures side than others.
“Well you had an admirer,” Diora added looking at her blonde statuses buddy sat next to her. “I thought you were looking for some romance?”
Cassandra used the same deadpan voice.
“Dee, he was about 90.”
Cassandra had not one single spot of blemish on her lightly bronzed skin. Her deep blue eyes smiled at her friend’s sarcasms her sculpted face surrounded by a long, straight mane of hair the exact same shade as honey. She then blushed a little looking down at her blouse top.
“And he acted like he’d never seen breast before.”
Trying to escape from her white blouse covering her perfect body was a pair of the most succulent breast imaginable. It is as though they were born of the mind of horny schoolboys, firm and globe shaped. She crossed her long thorough bred legs her tight grey skirt riding higher her feet in sweet white heeled sandals.
Diora shook her head amused at her friends preening, “well if you dress like some school mistress on heat what do you expect?” Cassy looked over her round wire spectacles in teacher mimic as if to say. “what do you mean?”
They’d been friends a long time and sometimes Cassandra’s innocent but sexy approach kind of grated on her driving friend. Diora’s was far more down to earth, lightly freckled face giving her the image of the fiery girl next door in some Western movies of days gone by. Not that she wasn’t hot; with a lean, and somewhat curvaceous figure with gravity defying 38 DD bosoms. A great cascade of the most crimson, strawberry red hair framed her upturned nose, high cheekbones and light green eyes. That burning hair today matching the gaudy pink heart shaped sunglasses, which she was using to hold back the glare of the sun.
“What do you think?” Diora asked glancing over her shoulder to her rear-seated friend. “Is Cassy a tart or what?” Her blonde friend gave her a playful slap adding,” hey…don’t answer that Keeley.”
The quiet girl sat in the rear grinned then replied tactfully,” Oh I wouldn’t want to say.” Diora instantly replying with a belly laugh.” Thank you! You just have honey, you just have.”
Keeley spoke with a sweet English accent reminiscent of actresses and starlets of the golden age of Hollywood. An exchange student on her final year she been taken under the wing of this sassy pair of American college idols. And why not, as this buxom English rose was a match in every way for her transatlantic friends. Her long straight locks framed her high cheekbones and her nose arced upwards in a perfect way accenting her image of class. Her tiny waist accentuated her hips in the tight black bodice, firm, round, natural breast were held firmly inside by her black 36 DD’s brassiere. This trio of college friends certainly fitted if not deserved their sarcastic school nickname as the 3 double dee’s.
Sat long legs crossed her sensible black heeled shoes tapping a tune as she enjoyed the adventure Keeley beautiful mascara eyes looked wicked and indulgent. But it was Cassandra who was looking for romance not Keeley the slightly shy girl was just happy with the world and her life the way it was.
The Brit babe suddenly changed the conversation. “Look! What’s that ahead.”
As the car slowed the girls could see a donkey limping at the side of the road its rickety trolley still attached.
“Oh my, the poor thing.” Diora gasped slowing to a halt. The beast snorted and seemed to be slowly going around in lame circles. But luckily it had no load to haul in its pathetic circular journey.
“Where’s its owner?” Cassandra added straining her eyes on the flat horizon for the answer.
“Must have gone to get help?” Keeley suggested. Diora shook her head. “I doubt there any vets near by.” Then the designated driver for the day wound up the widow putting her heeled boot on the gas. “Come on lets leave it alone.”
The three babes sat in silence for the next ten minutes unhappy with their decision but knowing they could do nothing. Keeley was about to raise the question of its owner again when they saw a figure ahead in the road. As the car neared and passed they could see it was a young man his chest bare his biceps straining as he hauled a long box. He looked up for a second his handsome face contorted in effort his brow awash as he tugged the connecting rope, dragging the bizarre load along the road.
“Oh heavens that’s him, It’s his donkey.” Keeley said eyes blinking watching his big strong torso disappear behind them in a cloud of car dust.
“That box he was pulling,” Cassandra added hand to mouth, “it looked like a coffin.”
Diora slowed looking over her shoulder. “The cart, the donkey, the poor man what’s he doing?” She decided to turn around and pull up to the straining figure
“He must have taken hours to get this far.” Cassandra surmised as he stopped hand on hips panting looking at the stationary vehicle. Keeley peered out at his pine box Diora adding. “Yep that’s a coffin alright.”
The bouffant redhead stepped out of the car. Her sexy shorts wearing legs finished in heeled cowgirl boots and those wonderfully mummeries were barely held in place by a pink tee shirt with the logo of the Miami Dolphins. Her heart shape sunglasses protected her from the mid day glare and she looked at the muscled and hairy chest man through a pink haze.
“Hi. Are you ok?” She asked.
He smiled as he tried to catch his breath. “Yes… yes thank you.”
Cassandra had also stepped out her long legs struggling to remain dignified in the short grey skirt as she exited the door. Her white blouse added to the college lecturer look. Her big blue eyes twinkling though the appropriate round spectacles. And on seeing his discomfort added. “I don’t mean to be rude but it doesn’t look that way.”
He nodded then shrugged his shoulders adding. “No… no you are correct.”
Keeley whispered from the window to Cassandra but the young man heard her and replied.
“It’s my sister,” he said without showing emotion.” She died two days ago.”
Then he looked back up the road raising his hands in some type of question to heaven.
“Yes we saw your cart and donkey.” Diora said sympathetically. He nodded trying to find the word for it. “Lame,” the girls answered. “Yes lame,” he said rubbing his chiselled chin and deep, square eyes sockets. He was clearly having a bad day.
He gripped the rope again about to begin hauling.
“No.” Diora said, “please stop. Look lets give you a ride.”
He shook his head. “Please I insist,” she replied opening the rear passenger door. “We’ll take you down the road you can get a truck or something at the next village.”
“Village?” He asked. Cassandra nodded. “Yeah of course you know where you’re taking the er… coffin to start with.”
He looked ahead as if he could see this promised hamlet.” Oh yes the village;” he said, looking back at his precious cargo, but still unsure.
“Please,” Diora added wanting to make up for their failure to help his poor donkey.
“Yes I see,” he finally said realising he was not getting anywhere soon,” very well I accept. You are very kind.”
He pulled on his t-shirt straining his forearms stiffening his biceps and Cassandra and Diora gave each other a slight raise of eyebrow. Then picking up a satchel resting on the coffin he sat in the back seat his big bulk making Keeley slide towards the door a look of surprise on her face. Diora took a last look at the pale long box the scar of its passage stretching back down the travelled highway.
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