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Cross Country Road Trip-part 4 [part 4 of 5]
By: slyfox (fantac65@hotmail.com)CROSS COUNTRY ROAD TRIP-Part 4
This is a repeat of Chapter 3 from June’s point of view
I was still a bit fuzzy headed when I headed for the ladies room, but I had to go. I did what had to be done, and was coming out of the restroom when I heard a woman’s voice, in obvious anguish, as she put the phone back on the cradle.
That’s just freaking great. Now what the hell do I do? The last words were tinged with the tears she was fighting and I’m just enough of a compassionate woman that I had to see if there was anything I could do to help. When I turned around I saw this absolutely lovely angel, leaning against the wall next to the phone.
Now I had no choice. I absolutely had to try.
Honey, I don’t mean to butt in where I’m not wanted, but is there anything I can do to dry up those tears?
She tried hard to smile but it just wasn’t there. Not unless you’re a mechanic with a car full of the latest tools and parts for a brand new car.
Do you want to talk about it?
Oh, I’ll be all right eventually. It’s just that I was on my way home and the damned car just quit about a mile down the road. I got it running and barely coasted here before it died again.
They can’t get the parts anywhere near here, so they’re towing it in and I tried to call my brother to come get me, but all I get is damned voice mail.
Now, the tears began to creep from her eyes and it broke my heart. I put my arms around her and that might have been my first mistake because the pressure of some mighty fine breasts against my own sent my libido into hyper drive. I hadn’t been with another woman in a long time, but I hadn’t forgotten the total pleasure of a woman’s body next to mine.
Let’s get some coffee and talk about it, I suggested, taking her arm to lead her to the snack bar. Where is home?
Pendleton, Oregon. I have to be there in three days. I haven’t been on the job long enough to have any personal days coming or anything.
What do you do in Oregon, honey?
I’m a broadcast journalist and I got a dream job on a network as an intern to one of the top talents on the west coast and she’s been absolutely wonderful.
Well, my dear, you may have just found the pot at the end of the rainbow if I can work it out.
How’s that? she asked.
We’re on our way to California the long way around. I might be able to convince John, he’s the guy that’s driving us there, to go through Pendleton. I’m sure we can get there in three days or less if you don’t mind taking your time to see some of the country.
Sure, she replied, actually smiling. I just don’t want to make any problems for you.
I mean Don will have to go home some time.
Don’t be ridiculous. He’d have to drive all the way out here and back and we’re already here. My name is June Langley, by the way.
Christina. Christina Bentley.
Well, Christina Bentley, let’s enjoy this cup of coffee and get better acquainted. Then I’ll find John and my husband and see what we can work out. Don’t fret about it. We’ll work it out one way or the other.
She pulled me to her and kissed me and I was instantly wet. God, she felt so good and looked good enough to eat, and I intended to if I was half as good at seduction as I used to be.
Her blonde hair was long, worn down and loose, hanging all the way to the swell of her ass cheeks, and that ass was awfully fine from what I could see. Her breasts weren’t overly large but the peasant blouse she was wearing was scooped low enough in front for me to tell they were soft round globes, well separated, and just as firm as could be. As we sat, drinking coffee, I kept staring at them and when she got up to get some more creamer, her skirt slid up her legs, showing a bit of creamy white thigh. I almost choked on my coffee.
Are you all right, June?
Just swallowed wrong, I guess.
The more I saw of her, the more I wanted her. I even got up to get more coffee for us so I could look down her blouse. Oh my god, I had to have her.
We talked for a while, and then got up to find the men. We were standing by the big map, checking out the best way to go when I caught a glimpse of John, trying to look like he didn’t know we were there. If he’d been standing up, he’d have a hard time hiding the hard-on.
John, you goof, get over here.
I almost choked on the laugh I tried to stifle when he got a look at her. There was no doubt in my mind that he was fucking her in his mind. He was absolutely dumbstruck but I didn’t blame him.
After some conversation and negotiation, it was decided that she would go with us. She just had to get a few things from her car before they towed it away.
When she came back, I sent John to find Dale while the two of us talked a bit more.
He’s a nice guy.
Yeah, he is and he’s got the instant hots for you.
Stop it, she said, laughing.
Trust me, honey, I know John and I know that look.
He’d like to start at your toes and nibble on that young body all the way to the top of your head.
Oh my god, you’re terrible, she said, laughing again.
Maybe, but it’s the truth. I don’t blame him though. If I was a man, I’d hide you from the world and devour you myself.
June! she said, her face red with embarrassment.
Forgive me, honey. You’ll get used to me. I’m pretty much up front with what I think. You’re one of the most desirable women I’ve seen for a long time, and believe me, I check all the women out.
Are you…
A lesbian? Not really, but I won’t deny that I have a fondness for the feel of a young female body next to mine.
God, maybe I’d better wait here for Don.
No need, Christina. I’m not predatory and I don’t force anyone to do anything they don’t want to. I just don’t deny my sexual orientation. I’m just one horny old woman that gets her sex from either side of the room.
Is that why you’re with two men?
Not exactly, but two is always better than one and three is even better.
Oh my god, she said.
Oh, don’t be nervous or afraid honey. I won’t rape you and neither of them will and that’s a promise.
They’re both great guys but I won’t tell you anything about their lovemaking.
We finally got everything squared away, and worked out a route that would get us to Pendleton in plenty of time, even if we stopped for ‘recreational opportunities.’ We’d been driving for a little over an hour and the whole time, my fingers trailed up and down her arm, over her bare shoulder, and through her beautiful hair. At first, she kind of moved away from my touch, but eventually she got comfortable with it and allowed me to have my fantasies.
I leaned over a bit closer to whisper to her. Have you ever been with another woman?
No, she said, looking warily at me.
You’re missing out on something special, honey. I’m not talking about the dykes or bulls that act like wanna-be men. They’re kind of scary, to tell you the truth.
She shrugged her shoulders, but never took her eyes off of me.
Have you ever kissed a woman?
Maybe when I drank too much, but if I did, I don’t remember it.
Drunk or not, I think you’d remember if you were ever kissed, really kissed by another woman.
Again, she shrugged her shoulders. I leaned over to kiss her bare shoulder and squeeze her hand.
June, she said, pulling away.
I won’t do anything you don’t like, honey. I’m just asking you to let me kiss those lips a few times.
Why? I’m not interested in sex with you.
How do you know? All I’m asking is to show you how much better a woman’s kiss is than a man’s. You don’t even have to be naked.
Oh my god, she said.
All right, here’s a deal for you. Let me kiss you, say four or five times, a real deep, passionate kiss. If you want me to stop at that point, that’ll be the end of it. I won’t bother you any more.
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That’s when John started urging her to accept my offer. She got on his case about it being a conspiracy, but he managed to settle her down by explaining that he only knew that the only way to know for sure was to try it.
She looked at me for quite a while, and all the time, my finger drifted closer and closer to her breast.
Just a few kisses and you’ll leave me alone?
If you ask me too, yes, I will.
By the third kiss, I heard her moan softly way back in her throat. On the fourth kiss, she came back at me and I flicked the tip of my tongue over her lips.
By the fifth kiss, I had my hand behind her head, pulling her in deeper and she had her hand on my arm, pulling me to her.
Oh god, I don’t believe this, she said, finally pulling away.
I smiled and waited a few seconds before I moved in for more. This time, I allowed my fingers to cup her breast. She gasped and pulled away, but after two more attempts, she not only allowed it, but began moaning with every touch.
I carefully reached over put my hand under her blouse and move it up over her bra. After a few tentative caresses, I lifted her bra over them and finally held that soft warm thing in my hand.
Oh god, June, what are you doing?
Only what you want me to do, honey. Does it feel good? When I asked that I grasped her nipple and squeezed it.
Oh! Oh fuck. Wait, wait. Oh fuck.
What’s wrong honey?
What if someone sees us?
When John reminded her that the windows were smoked, she jerked away, I think suddenly remembering that we had an audience.
It took me a few minutes to settle her down, but eventually I talked her out of her bra, and then her blouse. I thought John was going to have an accident when he saw her breasts for the first time. Not me though. I just opened my mouth and dove into her nipple. She cried out and grabbed my head as she pushed back into the seat.
I tenderly sucked, kissed and fondled both breasts until I felt the time was right for my next move. Slowly caressing her leg, I moved my fingers up to cup her sex. She jerked up and looked down to see what I was doing but my hand was hidden by her skirt. It only took a couple times of running my fingertip over her panty covered slit before she was mine.
She kept repeating over and over that she couldn’t believe what was happening.
I finally got her to agree to take the rest of her clothes off if I would. It took us about thirty seconds to get naked and for my hand to find her sex again. I turned her on the seat so her back was against the door. With my fingers spread wide, I moved her legs open, with one foot on the floor.
At the first touch of my tongue, she put her thighs together, but I got her to move them apart again and slowly licked over her a few times before I pushed my tongue between her wet lips and headed for her clit.
Just then, John found a place to pull off the road. I yanked open the door and dragged her to the back of the car where she crawled up on the trunk with her legs spread wide.
Within seconds I had her squirming, trying to get away from my tongue, but it was too late.
I was not to be denied. Still sucking on her clit, I pushed a finger into her.
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Oh my god, oh fuck, oh fuck, she yelled, loud enough for any one within a half mile to hear..Her first orgasm was a good one but not good enough. The second was strong and went on and on thanks to my aggressive attack on her pussy. My hand was covered with her cum by the time it was over and I licked it away, and then went back for more to share with her on my fingers and my kisses. God, she tasted so wonderful
I kissed her several times and whispered to her. She shook her head, but after a little more persuasion, she nodded.
Pushing my fingers into her wet pussy, I sucked them clean, then went to John and pushed my tongue into his mouth to share her cum with him. I knew what he wanted but I shook my head and whispered later, to him. He groaned but headed back for the car. I saw that Dale still had his cock in his hand and knew that he’d pumped it dry. I smiled at him and licked my lips before I turned and went back to put our skirts and blouses on. Our panties and bras were left on the floor of the car. No need for them now.
Just as we pulled back on the road, two utility trucks slowed to pull in where we’d just been.
John said we could have charged admission but Christina told him in no uncertain terms that she was not interested. She was already having a hard time just knowing that the two of them had watched. She didn’t say whether she saw them jacking off or not and I didn’t ask. I’d have to decide later how much I wanted to share my husband with her but I already knew that I had to let John have his share if she would allow it. We talked about it and when I told her I had no problem with it, she decided that she wasn’t going to tell him no.
We played and touched and fondled each other for quite a while, until we both fell asleep with our hands touching.
