Tahoe Tangle: A Long Ride Home

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the bed and breakfast, a relentless rhythm accompanying the throbbing in my thighs. Just hours ago, the back of a Tahoe had been our sanctuary, a mobile haven for illicit pleasure, and now, as I stared out at the damp fields surrounding the property, I couldn't shake the lingering heat of the encounter. Cal, a mountain of muscle and raw desire, had left me breathless, both physically and emotionally. The memory of his hands, calloused and strong, tracing the curves of my body, still burned beneath my skin. The scent of his musk clung to my clothes, a potent reminder of the night’s unbridled passion.

“You sure you don’t want to camp under some stars tonight?” Cal suggested, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me as he settled beside me on the porch swing. The fireflies began to flicker in the twilight, casting an eerie glow on his rugged features. The clothes he’d offered – thick flannel shirts and wool socks – were absurdly warm, a stark contrast to the sweat still clinging to my skin. But the thought of snuggling under a blanket with him, stripped of all pretense, was intoxicating.

“Babe, you know I’d do anything for you,” I said, injecting a touch of sarcasm into my voice. “But I’d rather just get home.” It wasn't entirely true, of course. The idea of losing myself in the wilderness with him held a certain appeal, but the pull of familiarity, of returning to the comfort of our routine, was too strong to resist. “Besides, I’m wearing a super messy thong and you won’t let me put my shorts back on.” The truth was, the sticky, slimy mess he’d created was an invitation to further exploration, and the thought of having my modesty restored felt like a betrayal of the pleasure we’d shared.

“Are you sure you don’t want to camp under some stars tonight?” he repeated, a playful glint in his eyes. “I have warm enough clothes for you to sleep in.” A possibility, undeniably. My small frame was utterly dwarfed by his physique, and a simple sweater from him would feel like a luxurious blanket to me. But the thought of abandoning the remnants of our encounter, of relinquishing control, felt like a step too far.

“Babe, you know I’d do anything for you,” I reiterated, leaning into his chest. “But I’d rather just get home.” I added in a snarky tone, “Besides, I’m wearing a super messy thong and you won’t let me put my shorts back on.” The truth was, he’d already suggested it several times, but both of us knew that the lingering sensation, the feeling of vulnerability, was part of the thrill. "I want a shower. Maybe we can get a hotel, but something nice.”

“There are no nice hotels between us and home,” he said, a hint of regret in his voice. “We’d have to backtrack about an hour.” He looked at me in thought for a moment, then continued, “Want to see if that bed and breakfast has rooms available? We can stop at Walmart first and get you something to wear.” The thought of Walmart clothes felt like a degradation, a blatant disregard for the intimate experience we’d just shared. Yet, the urgency of the situation, the desire to escape the confines of the rural setting, outweighed my objections.

“Fine,” I said, pulling out my phone. "Let's go." As we pulled into the Walmart parking lot, the fluorescent lights seemed harsh and unforgiving. I scanned the aisles, searching for the most inconspicuous outfit possible. My eyes landed on a pair of denim shorts and a simple white t-shirt. They weren’t exactly glamorous, but they were functional and discreet.

Cal grabbed a cute little dress and showed it to me. "You should try this one on," he suggested, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. I found a few other dresses and began to walk toward the dressing room, but Cal grabbed my arm. “They’re dresses, just try them on out here,” he ordered. "You know I don't want you to change in the locker room.” I looked at him, a silent challenge in my eyes. He could see over most of the displays, so he could see if anyone was close by, and I trusted him. I finished unzipping the hoodie until it was only held together by the bottom, leaving the center of my tits and tummy on display. I hang the hoodie over a rack and I try on the dress he wanted to see me in.

“Turn around,” he ordered. I obeyed and slowly spun. As my back was to him, he grabbed my ass and lifted the dress. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the dressing rooms?” I said, looking back at him, my voice laced with a mixture of defiance and desire. He could see over most of the displays, so he could see if anyone was close by, and I trusted him. I finished unzipping the hoodie and slowly reveal one breast, then the other. My pussy instantly got a tad more wet than it had been a second ago. I then moved my hand around the front of his shirt, running my fingers over his abs before dropping down to his chest. The scent of his sweat was overpowering, but I didn’t care.

He can see over most of the displays, so he can see if anyone is close by, and I trust him. I looked back at him and said, “You should get this one.” I grabbed another dress I thought was cute and he walked to grab me some panties. I don’t get anything sexy, but opt for cute. I got one pair that says princess on the front and another with just a heart on one of the cheeks. Cal grabs my hand, and I’m shocked when he leads me to the self checkout rather than a secluded area where he can get me naked and use me, which I was totally expecting. He tears the price tag off of the dress I’m wearing and scans that and the rest of the items we chose.

Just before we leave the store, he pulls the princess panties out of the bag and says, “Why don’t you be a naughty little princess and toss these on right here.” Cal says about five feet beyond the guy that checks receipts. As a few people are in there walking in or out of the store, I step into the panties and pull them snuggly over my ass and let the dress fall back down—it comes just higher then mid thigh. “Because I’m your princess, daddy,” I say in my cute slut voice. When we get back to the car, my Bluetooth connects—that’s normal. What wasnotnormal was that I had just started listening to a new erotic audiobook, and it started coming through the car speaker! I bite my lip and quickly turn the car’s audio input back to the radio. “Is the book good?” Cal asks. “I just started it. It’s not even three chapters in, but I’m hopeful it’s a Landish book.” “I have no idea who that is,” Cal says with a smirk. As we pull into the house, our informal receptionist, Lacie, is at the front waiting for us. We’d met her twice before. She helps out with the family business and makes herself available for last-minute book-ins such as myself and Cal. They also own the two adjacent properties and the family lives there.

“It’s good to see you two again,” Lacie says as she hands Cal the key to our room. “By the way, the hot tub is open this time. We don’t have any other guests at the moment and I was planning on hopping in it, but I won’t if you two want it.” “That’s fine Lacie,” Cal says. His memory is second to none, because she’s not wearing a name tag, and I couldn’t remember her name. “You can take it, we just want the room.” “Actually we’ll use it,” I say, “and don’t be put out. We’d love for you to join us.” Lacie looks Cal up and down. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.” “Don’t be silly, we’d love the company,” I say. As we’re in the room, Cal points out that I don’t have a bikini, I don’t even have a bra. “I guess I’ll just wear one of your shirts, babe,” I say and open his suitcase. I grab one of his shirts and change from the sundress into it. Cal changes into board shorts and just before we leave, I stop him. I push him against the door and squat in front of him. I untie his shorts and pull his cock out. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the dressing rooms?” I said before kissing his cheek and hopping out of the vehicle. I know the bottom of my ass is on display, but even if I was wearing the shorts, it would still be just as much on display as the hoodie is longer than the shorts. I also lower the zipper on the hoodie to show off plenty of my cleavage. Even though we’re at a Walmart, it’s surprisingly not too busy, given the time and location. We head into the clothes section and I beeline it for the summer dresses. I grab a cute little dress and he shows it to me. “You should try this one on,” he says. I find a few other dresses and begin to walk toward the dressing room, but Cal grabs my arm. “They’re dresses, just try them on out here,” He says. “Need I remind you, I’m naked under here,” I say as I look from side to side and unzip the hoodie until it’s only held together by the bottom, leaving the center of my tits and tummy on display. He can see over most of the displays, so he can see if anyone is close by, and I trust him. I finish unzipping the hoodie and slowly reveal one breast, then the other. My pussy instantly gets a tad more wet than it had been a second ago. Then he grabs my ass and lifts the dress. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the dressing rooms?” I said, looking back at him, my voice laced with a mixture of defiance and desire. He could see over most of the displays, so he could see if anyone was close by, and I trust him. I finish unzipping the hoodie and slowly reveal one breast, then the other. My pussy instantly gets a tad more wet than it had been a second ago. As if he knew what I was thinking, my husband says, “Babe, you know I’d do anything for you,” I say, “but I’d rather just get home.” I add in a snarky tone, “Besides, I’m wearing a super messy thong and you won’t let me put my shorts back on.” The truth is, he’d told me I could put them on several times, but we both knew he wanted easy access to the sticky and slimy mess he’d made in my pussy. Or at least, that’s what I was telling myself. Then he grabs my hand, and I’m shocked when he leads me to the self checkout rather than a secluded area where he can get me naked and use me, which I was totally expecting. He tears the price tag off of the dress I’m wearing and scans that and the rest of the items we chose.

Just before we leave the store, he pulls the princess panties out of the bag and says, “Why don’t you be a naughty little princess and toss these on right here.” Cal says about five feet beyond the guy that checks receipts. As a few people are in there walking in or out of the store, I step into the panties and pull them snuggly over my ass and let the dress fall back down—it comes just higher then mid thigh. “Because I’m your princess, daddy,” I say in my cute slut voice. When we get back to the car, my Bluetooth connects—that’s normal. What wasnotnormal was that I had just started listening to a new erotic audiobook, and it started coming through the car speaker! I bite my lip and quickly turn the car’s audio input back to the radio. “Is the book good?” Cal asks. “I just started it. It’s not even three chapters in, but I’m hopeful it’s a Landish book.” “I have no idea who that is,” Cal says with a smirk. We end up chatting about erotic literature and even about MarriageHeat. I tell him I even submitted a couple of stories while he was gone, like we discussed. Soon, we pull up to the house and park in the small lot next to the house. When we enter, the owners granddaughter is at the front waiting for us. We’d met her twice before. She helps out with the family business and makes herself available for last-minute book-ins such as myself and Cal. They also own the two adjacent properties and the family lives there.

“It’s good to see you two again,” Lacie says as she hands Cal the key to our room. “By the way, the hot tub is open this time. We don’t have any other guests at the moment and I was planning on hopping in it, but I won’t if you two want it.” “That’s fine Lacie,” Cal says. His memory is second to none, because she’s not wearing a name tag, and I couldn’t remember her name. “You can take it, we just want the room.” “Actually we’ll use it,” I say, “and don’t be put out. We’d love for you to join us.” Lacie looks Cal up and down. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.” “Don’t be silly, we’d love the company,” I say. Once we’re in the room, Cal points out that I don’t have a bikini, I don’t even have a bra. “I guess I’ll just wear one of your shirts, babe,” I say and open his suitcase. I grab one of his shirts and change from the sundress into it. Cal changes into board shorts and just before we leave, I stop him. I push him against the door and squat in front of him. I untie his shorts and pull his cock out. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the dressing rooms?” I said before kissing his cheek and hopping out of the vehicle. I know the bottom of my ass is on display, but even if I was wearing the shorts, it would still be just as much on display as the hoodie is longer than the shorts. I also lower the zipper on the hoodie to show off plenty of my cleavage. Even though we’re at a Walmart, it’s surprisingly not too busy, given the time and location. We head into the clothes section and I beeline it for the summer dresses. I grab a cute little dress and he shows it to me. “You should try this one on,” he says. I find a few other dresses and begin to walk toward the dressing room, but Cal grabs my arm. “They’re dresses, just try them on out here,” He says. “Need I remind you, I’m naked under here,” I say as I look from side to side and unzip the hoodie until it’s only held together by the bottom, leaving the center of my tits and tummy on display. He can see over most of the displays, so he can see if anyone is close by, and I trust him. I finish unzipping the hoodie and slowly reveal one breast, then the other. My pussy instantly gets a tad more wet than it had been a second ago. Then he grabs my ass and lifts the dress. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the dressing rooms?” I said, looking back at him, my voice laced with a mixture of defiance and desire. He could see over most of the displays, so he could see if anyone was close by, and I trust him. I finish unzipping the hoodie and slowly reveal one breast, then the other. My pussy instantly gets a tad more wet than it had been a second ago. As if he knew what I was thinking, my husband says, “Babe, you know I’d do anything for you,” I say, “but I’d rather just get home.” I add in a snarky tone, “Besides, I’m wearing a super messy thong and you won’t let me put my shorts back on.” The truth is, he’d told me I could put them on several times, but we both knew he wanted easy access to the sticky and slimy mess he’d made in my pussy. Or at least, that’s what I was telling myself. Then he grabs my hand, and I’m shocked when he leads me to the self checkout rather than a secluded area where he can get me naked and use me, which I was totally expecting. He tears the price tag off of the dress I’m wearing and scans that and the rest of the items we chose.

Just before we leave the store, he pulls the princess panties out of the bag and says, “Why don’t you be a naughty little princess and toss these on right here.” Cal says about five feet beyond the guy that checks receipts. As a few people are in there walking in or out of the store, I step into the panties and pull them snuggly over my ass and let the dress fall back down—it comes just higher then mid thigh. “Because I’m your princess, daddy,” I say in my cute slut voice. When we get back to the car, my Bluetooth connects—that’s normal. What wasnotnormal was that I had just started listening to a new erotic audiobook, and it started coming through the car speaker! I bite my lip and quickly turn the car’s audio input back to the radio. “Is the book good?” Cal asks. “I just started it. It’s not even three chapters in, but I’m hopeful it’s a Landish book.” “I have no idea who that is,” Cal says with a smirk. We end up chatting about erotic literature and even about MarriageHeat. I tell him I even submitted a couple of stories while he was gone, like we discussed. Soon, we pull up to the house and park in the small lot next to the house. When we enter, the owners granddaughter is at the front waiting for us. We’d met her twice before. She helps out with the family business and makes herself available for last-minute book-ins such as myself and Cal. They also own the two adjacent properties and the family lives there.

“It’s good to see you two again,” Lacie says as she hands Cal the key to our room. “By the way, the hot tub is open this time. We don’t have any other guests at the moment and I was planning on hopping in it, but I won’t if you two want it.” “That’s

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