Southern Heat, Slow Ride

The highway stretched before us, an endless ribbon of asphalt unspooling beneath the rising sun. Savannah, Georgia, felt a lifetime away, but the thought of those few days of solitude, just the two of us, made the long drive worthwhile. We'd left the frenetic energy of the Northeast behind, trading it for the quiet anticipation of reconnecting, of simply existing together without the demands of our respective lives pulling us in different directions. I’d been gone six months, a stretch filled with endless meetings and forced smiles, and the scent of her skin, even through the fabric of her zipped-up hoodie, was a potent reminder of everything I’d missed.

As the sun climbed higher, a golden light spilled through the car window, illuminating the curve of her breasts beneath the hoodie. It was a blatant invitation, a silent challenge that I couldn’t ignore. Without a word, she leaned over, her movements deliberate and slow. The zipper pulled down, revealing the full force of her assets, a generous display of flesh that sent a jolt of heat through me. One of her tits, heavy and full, slipped free, clinging to her skin before she expertly scooped it up, sliding it forward, exposing her nipple. She repeated the action a few times, savoring the moment, her eyes locking onto mine with a playful glint.

Normally, I wouldn’t bother with anything beneath my jeans, especially when she was involved. But as she began to unzip the jeans, pulling them down with practiced ease, there was no denying the primal response that surged through me. My member, a thick, muscular appendage, simply fell free, a silent testament to my arousal.

“Oh man, that’s a thick cock,” she murmured, her voice laced with a delicious blend of amusement and desire. She took it into her hand at the base, her fingers wrapping around it, feeling its size and density. It didn’t take long for it to start growing hard, responding to her touch with a quick, insistent pulse. Long, slow, smooth strokes allowed her to enjoy its length, a sensual exploration that left me breathless.

Her thumb danced along the sensitive area beneath the head, teasing and stimulating, while her other hand cradled my balls, rolling them gently in her palm before delivering a sharp, playful slap. The pain was a welcome distraction, a tangible sensation that heightened my awareness of her presence. She placed my erect member back inside my jeans, zipping them up with a final, decisive movement.

“Nuh-uh,” I grunted, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but my body betrayed me, a silent acknowledgement of the escalating tension.

“He’s going to have to wait until the hotel,” she said, her voice dripping with knowing satisfaction. Unzipped down to her stomach, her breasts and nipples peeked out from beneath her hoodie, a constant, tantalizing reminder of what was to come. She leaned back, closing her eyes and drifting off into a light slumber, a beautiful, vulnerable form resting against the headrest.

I couldn't help but glance over at her repeatedly, every subtle movement of her body sending shivers down my spine. The way she slept, slightly reclined with her arms wrapped around the headrest, emphasized the curves of her breasts. Every bump, every twitch, drew my gaze, feeding my growing desire. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

After several stops for coffee and gas, we finally arrived at a modern hotel in Virginia, a welcome respite after the long drive. The room was spacious and comfortable, a perfect sanctuary for our shared solitude. At the edge of the queen-size bed sat a small, unassuming bench.

“What do you say we shower?” she suggested, her voice soft and inviting.

“Agreed,” I responded, unable to resist the pull of her suggestion.

As we undressed, the tension in the room became palpable. I sat on the bench, watching her strip down, the light catching on the smooth curve of her back as she bent forward to grab her shower items. The sight of her vulnerability ignited a fire within me, a primal longing that demanded to be satisfied. As I sat there, waiting, I couldn’t help but stroke my cock to full hardness, feeding the anticipation.

“Get over here, right now,” I commanded, my voice low and husky.

While still bent forward, she turned her head, a playful smirk gracing her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing, manipulating me with her gaze, drawing me closer. The game was on, and I was eager to play.

As she walked over to me, she held her legs apart, straddling me and settling down on top of my erect member. A few shallow bounces to prepare it, then she took control, slowly, deliberately, engaging in a passionate act of ownership. I leaned back, lost in the sensation, watching my cock disappear inside her, a willing participant in her pleasure.

She continued her slow, rhythmic movements, taking me completely, every inch of my body responding to her touch. I could feel her getting wetter as she went on, her juices glistening on my thick shaft, a testament to her arousal. She kept up this pace, allowing herself to become completely immersed in the experience, while stretching her out, finding a balance between pleasure and control. She settled fully down, burying me deep inside, grinding against my body with a sensual intensity.

“Hold my hands,” she instructed, her voice a soft whisper against my ear.

I obeyed, a slight confusion giving way to a burgeoning excitement. She pulled her feet up onto the bench, bracing one on either side of me, creating a comfortable, secure position. Then, she began bouncing, a gentle, rhythmic motion that built anticipation. I met her bounces with small, upward thrusts, careful not to go too deep and hurt her.

“I can’t last long like this,” I admitted, my breath catching in my throat, as the pressure mounted.

She could sense my building excitement. Her cock swelled even thicker, becoming excessively hard, a clear indication of her own arousal. She increased her speed, pushing herself to the limit, feeling the burn in her legs as she continued to grind.

He moaned into his climax, and she used a few forceful bounces to ensure every inch of his cock made it inside of her. She then slid up so just the head was inside of her. Doing so made it possible for both of them to see his throbbing cock start pulsating as it shot off. They watched his cock twitch, and she could feel his seed being sprayed inside of her, filling her.

When the pulsing stopped, she slowly rose straight up, her body radiating heat and pleasure. Once she broke free off of him, his seed spilled out and dripped down on his member. Time for that shower now.

As she stepped into the shower, the steam filled the room, clinging to her skin like a second layer of clothing. The water cascaded over her body, washing away the remnants of our encounter, but leaving behind an undeniable sense of satisfaction. I watched her, mesmerized by her beauty and the raw emotion in her eyes. The road trip reconnection had been more than just a few days of solitude; it had been a rediscovery of a primal connection, a reminder of the powerful pull between us. As she emerged from the shower, wrapped in a plush white towel, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. The drive to Savannah might have been long, but the destination felt infinitely closer now, fueled by the shared intimacy and the promise of countless more adventures to come.

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