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Drive.txt

Disclaimer: The following piece is a work of pornography. As such, it
contains situations that may be undesirable in real life. The primary
intent of this text is to sexually arouse the reader. If this makes you
uncomfortable, or if you are 18 years of age or younger, please stop
reading now.

Drive
by Ed Rider

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and Dave's car was taking us out to 
his
rustic house on the beach for a weekend of relaxation. The car was kissing 
the
road on each turn, like she loved to be out here among the mountains and 
trees
and was showing her appreciation.

Dave was in the driver's seat, hands lightly on the wheel, steering with a
gentle touch. He knew his car, didn't have to force it in anything. They 
took
the road together.

In the passenger's seat sat Sandy, Dave's girlfriend. They had started going
out a few weeks ago, and I had met her a couple of times. She seemed pretty
nice. I wondered if Dave's hands knew her like he knew his car. I didn't 
think
so.

I, of course, was sitting in the back seat, right behind Dave. This meant my
legs had less room, but it also afforded me a partial view of Sandy. She had
darkish-blonde hair, and a sweet face. Her lips were round, and she was
wearing jeans. That was what I could see from my angle.

Sandy leaned forward to put a CD into the player. Her hair obscured her 
face,
then revealed it again when she leaned back. The car started playing Tom 
Petty
through her speakers.

Good legs for those jeans, I thought. Do they look just as good when unbound
by the tight denim? Maybe it would be sunny at the beach. Maybe we'd run
around, and laugh, and throw a frisbee.

I could see the curve of Sandy's left breast. It was nice and plump, and it
didn't droop in the slighest. Will she run much? Will her breasts bounce up
and down when she runs?

"There's a store coming up in a couple miles where you can get something to
drink," said Sandy in an offhand manner. Dave nodded, and turned his head to
give her a smile.  Odd to hear a single voice speak into the silence and 
then
get no reply. In a minute more of silence you wonder if you even heard the
voice.

Her voice was lilting, friendly. It seemed there was more to it than just
words. It was a voice with a smile to it. Is that the voice she always uses?
Just with Dave? Is that smile the same one she wears when she sucks his 
dick?

We continued through the woods in peaceful quiet. The car, she purred. 
Sandy,
she just sat. I sat, too, thinking.

Dave disappeared.

The car slowed, still navigating the road under unseen hands on her wheel.
Sandy looked over at the empty drivers seat, and didn't comment. I scooted 
over
to the middle of the back seat, and poked my head forward. "There's a trail
head around the next bend where you can pull over," I told the car.

She did, turning off onto the dirt shoulder of the road with ease. She 
slowed
to a stop as if she were driving into a mountain of pillows.

"Nice place," said Sandy, looking around at the pine trees and the trail
leading into them.

I opened a car door, and so did she. We got out stretched our muscles, in 
need
of tension after so long sitting in the car. Sandy's breasts rose as she 
lifted
her arms towards the sky.

"Want to go for a walk?" I asked.

"Not really," said. She raised a hand and gestured 'come here.'

I walked over to her and we stood beside the car. I leaned back against the
hood and looked up at the clean, clear sky. Sandy took a step forward, came 
up
to me til she was almost touching me from head to toe. I brought my gaze 
back
down and I leaned forward.

She kissed me, hungily, on the lips, and our tongues met. My arms reached 
out
to wrap her up and kiss her deeply, but she broke the kiss, grinning widely.

No words were said. She looked at me, feeling my kiss on her lips. Then she 
got
down on her knees on the dirt. Her hands found my belt, and she undid it
slowly and deliberately. I patted her on the head and smoothed her hair.

By the time she had gotten my pants and underwear down around my ankles, I 
was
almost hard. I stiffened pretty much instantly when she started licking my
cock. Not sucking on it yet, just running her tongue over it where it stood.

When I was as hard as I was going to get she took me into her mouth. She
devoured most of my penis with one gulp and held it there. She was driving
me wild with her tongue, sliding it all over my cockhead in her hot little
mouth.

I started thrusting my hips a little bit. It felt heavenly. Sandy just knelt
there, sucking my cock and loving it. Her knees were going to be dirty. So 
was
her face.

I think I said "Oh god," and leaned back, resting my hands on the hood of 
the
car. With an audible "slurp," my cock slid out of Sandy's mouth, and then 
she
really started to go to work on it.

She cupped my balls with one hand and held my shaft in the other, jacking 
it.
She was jacking off my cock right in front of her face, like she was 
studying
it or something. She gave it little licks in all the right places, all the
while playing with my balls with her questing fingers.

She was teasing me, but I was ready to cum. I reached down and put my hand 
on
the back of her head, pulling her closer into my crotch. She ended up with 
her
face pressed up against me, nose pushing against the base of my cock, and
mouth nuzzling my balls. A drop of precum leaked out onto the top of her 
head.

As I closed my eyes and trembled in ecstasy, Sandy's hot lips worked their 
way
up my shaft. Kissing and licking, trying to suck my cock in sideways, she
inched her way towards my cockhead. When she got there, I became lost in
pleasure. She sucked me into her mouth and sucked and sucked. Her head 
bobbed
up and down a little, but mostly she just sucked away.

I let out my breath in a sharp exhalation. I was gonna cum. She just kept
sucking harder and harder. I grunted, and pleasure exploded out of my balls
and down my legs. It was like an electric discharge. My cock pulsed, and all
of a sudden, Sandy's mouth was filled with cum. She liked it that way, just
spurting into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed it all, what felt
like a whole cup, but was probably just a few big globs in reality.

She took my cock out of her mouth, squeezing it in her hand a little. It was
still pretty hard. She looked up at me, smiling.

"Don't you want anything?" she asked.

*what?
*headinthecloudsagain...
*backtoreality.

"Don't you want anything?" she asked.

"Nah," I said, "I'm going to stand out here and stretch my legs a bit."

"Okay." Sandy followed on Dave's heels into the store. I stood there by the
side of the car, leaning over, trying to touch my toes.

It was such a beautful day. The sun beat down on the roadside gravel with 
all
its summer strength. There was a good breeze, enough to take the heat off,
and a reminder that we were near the ocean. I leaned back against the car
and looked up at the sky. It was such a bright blue it almost hurt my eyes.

The sunlight makes everything more beautiful. Looking at the slightly faded
roadside convenience store, with the sun bouncing of every surface, and the
deep green pines behind it, was like looking at a painting.

I saw Dave through the door pushing the door open. He and Sandy walked out
and stood for a tiny second side by side on the store porch. Dave was 
carrying
a six-pack of Coke and a bag of pretzels. They walked towards the car, and 
he
broke off a can and handed it to Sandy. They looked like an advertisement.

They came over to me and Dave handed me a can of Coke. It was ice cold. 
Sandy
started drinking hers.

"What do you want to do first thing when we get to the beach?" asked Dave.

I shrugged. "Play a little catch?" I pantomimed tossing a football.

"Go for a walk," said Sandy.

Dave opened up the bag of pretzels and offered it in our direction. The 
three
of us just stood there for a while, eating pretzels and drinking soda, in 
the
sun by the side of the road.

We all got back in the car and Dave started it up. The CD player went back 
to
playing from the point it had stopped. Very nice of it.

There wasn't much said while we drove. It was comfortable silence, though, 
the
kind when everyone's thoughts are secure enough that no one has to banish
them by talking. I was still sitting behind Dave.

What was Sandy thinking about? Was it Dave? Herself? The beach? I didn't
really know her that well, so I guess it really could have been just about
anything. Heck, what was *I* thinking about? Her, I guess. The beach. 
Feeling
the wind in my face, and throwing a football.

I looked at Sandy's face again. Man, who know what was behind her eyes. She
sure surprised me back at the store. I didn't take for a very prudish 
person,
but that was above and beyond non-prudish.

"You coming in?" I asked Dave.

"Nah," he replied. "I'm going to stand out here and stretch my legs."

Sandy and I went into the convenience store. She went up to the counter and
looked down the various ice cream treats in the freezer there. I went 
towards
the back to get some large bottle of iced tea, or some other drink.

"Hey Mark, get a twelve-pack of beer, will ya?" she called back to me. I
scanned through the beer fridge to my left, and got out a halfrack of 
Henry's.
I brought it over to Sandy and placed it on the counter. She had gotten one
of those red-white-and-blue popsicles out of the freezer and was sucking on
it. I went over to the chips and browsed through for something to munch on.

"So," Sandy asked the guy behind the counter, "what's your favorite kind of
ice cream bar?"

The guy working there was seventeen, maybe eighteen. "Um..." he said.
"Drumsticks are good." He was kind of distracted by the way Sandy was 
sucking
on that pop.

Sandy held the popsicle up to him. "I like these," she said. "You know why?
Cause it reminds me of sucking cock."

I almost dropped the bag of Ruffles I was holding. The kid just kind of
stammered "Oh, uh." I came over to the counter and put down the bag of 
chips.
The kid tried to regain his composure by focusing his attention on ringing 
up
the items.

"Um, can I see your IDs?" He asked.

I was twenty-two, and I'm pretty sure Sandy was at least twenty-one. I 
reached
into my pocket for my wallet.

"My IDs?" Sandy asked. "Sure." Then she reached down and pulled her shirt 
out
of her pants, and pulled it up over her breasts. I was standing behind her,
so I couldn't see, but the guy's eyes went wide.

"Here's one," said Sandy, pulling her bra down off one of her boobs. "And
here's the other." She dropped her bra so that both of her breasts were
visible. The clerk just got real red, and started grinning, staring down at
the cash register.

"Um," he said. "That'll be eight ninety-nine." (That was the price of the
beer.) I stepped forward and gave him a ten, looking over to watch Sandy put
her tits back in her bra. The guy gave me my change, and we took our stuff
and left.

I carried the beer and chips, Sandy nibbled delicately on her popsicle. The
red tip was nearly gone. We came out of the store, and Sandy said "Oh look!
There it is!"

*where?whatisit?
*ohitstheoceantherestheocean
*Imbackinthecaragainwerealmostatthebeach

"Oh look!" exclaimed Sandy. "There it is!"

We had just come over a hill, and indeed, there it was. The shining blue
Pacific Ocean, a gorgeous sight every time I see it.

I undid my seatbelt and slid over to the other side of the back seat.

"Hey Dave."

"Yeah?"

"Did you ask Kim if she wanted to come with us this weekend?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "She told me she had to work."

"Oh."

We drove over another set of hills, and entered a tiny beach town, 
consisting
of a couple of stores and a hotel. Very picturesque. I can't imagine the 
kind
of people who live in towns like this. It must be very very quiet. Still, I 
was
glad these quiet towns were here for a nice weekend retreat.

When at last we pulled into the gravel driveway of the house, and stepped 
out
into the fresh beach air, I felt revitalized. It felt good to stretch my 
legs
and felt doubly good to feel cool air on my face and know that I was going 
to
spend the whole weekend relaxing.

We went in. I remembered the many times before we had come out here. We'd 
had
some pretty great parties, and some fun times. I looked over at Sandy's 
face,
but she showed no sign that she was thinking about past nights.

It was just a year ago, wasn't it? My mind wandered back in time. There was 
a
small group of our friends here last year. Me, Dave, Celia, Liz, Sandy, and
John. We spend a long evening in the living room, talking, eating dinner,
playing cards, just hanging out and having fun.

Around one we started drifting off, looking for a place to lay our heads for
the night. I went into one of the small unfurnished bedrooms, dragging my
sleeping bag with me. I was the last one to bed and everything was quiet and
peaceful.

I lay in the dim light, just looking up at the ceiling, not really sleepy or
anything. I heard someone carefully making their way across the dark living
room. To my surprise, they stopped at the door to the bedroom and pushed the
door open enough for them to get through. It was Sandy. She stood there 
waiting
for her eyes to adjust to the dark so she could see me.

"Hey," she whispered. "Are there some blankets in here?"

I sat up in my sleeping bag. There were some blankets, folded up in the 
corner.
"Yeah," I whispered back, but Sandy wasn't waiting for a reply. She came 
over
and spread them out on the floor next to me and lay down.

"I thought you were sleeping in the other room?" I asked.

"I was," she said. "But then Dave came in, and he and Celia, um, started 
making
too much noise."

"Oh," I murmured, rolling around a little to get comfortable.

Sandy continued. "It's not that I can't block a little moaning and stuff. 
It's
just that listening to her thrash around under him... it made me so horny. I
mean, I didn't want to just lie there and masturbate while Celia got 
screwed."

I blinked and opened my eyes wide. There may have been a slight doubt in my
mind as to why Sandy was telling me this, but she eradicated that doubt by
sitting up and pulling off her shirt. I pushed down the sleeping bag and 
rolled
over so I was facing her.

Her breasts were large smooth domes in the dim light. She scooted over next 
to
me and ran her hand down my side. I didn't need any more encouragement. I 
was
really hot for her and I was on top of her in about a second.

She exhaled sharply and ran her hands down my neck, tracing lines all over 
my
back. We kissed hungrily, it felt like she was trying to devour me. My hard
cock was straining against my shorts, pressing up against her hot body.

She wasn't wearing any pants, just a bra and panties. We writhed together 
for a
moment, fucking through our clothes. I straddled her and she pulled down my
shorts, freeing my stiff dick. It stuck out straight towards her, I was
rock-hard and ready.

"Come on and fuck me," she hissed.

I didn't waste much time. As I slid off her panties I could smell her sex,
moist and strong. She must have been masturbating at least a little before,
because she was practically dripping wet. As I positioned myself, her legs
spread open for me, she lay back with her eyes closed, her hands on her
breasts, quickly shucking off her bra.

I entered her pussy and gasped. She was so hot and tight it was just like a
dream. I almost came right then and there, but I made myself think of other
things, shifting my weight forward on top of her and fucking away.

Her breath came hot and quick in the dark room. I bore down hard, and the 
sound
and the sensation almost overwhelmed me. She bucked up against me, filling 
my
whole body with a pleasure that started in my dick and streaked outward.

I didn't want to come so soon. With great effort, I pulled of her and fell 
over
so we were both lying on our sides, rubbing up against each other, feeling 
with
our hands and tongues, but no longer connected.

Then she got on top of me--

*ohwow
*imstandinginthekitchenwithsandy
*shessittingdownandleaningforwardicanseerightdownhershirt

For some reason it never gets old to catch surreptitious glances of women 
under
their clothes. I stood there passively, letting my fantasy drift from my 
mind
in favor getting just a little peek at the top of Sandy's boobs.

They were indeed nice. I probably could have stood in that same position for 
a
half-hour, but instead Sandy looked up and right at me. I averted my eyes to
some neutral object on the table.

She laughed and I looked back at her. I guess she knew I was looking down 
her
shirt. "You pervert," she said. It wasn't in a digusted tone of voice, 
somehow
she packed a good deal of merriment into those three syllables.

I shrugged at her. It was going to be an interesting weekend.

end.

* The author humbly invites your comments, questions, and requests
* to be emailed to Ed_Rider7@hotmail.com

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