I have been waiting so long to take this trip with my fiancé. He had been away on business for many, many months. We are celebrating his return home with a road trip to Las Vegas. I think a smile has lingered on my face ever since he told me that he wants to take me to Vegas to put a ring on my finger. I never thought I could love anyone as much as I love Mark.
After my divorce, I thought I would spend the rest of my life alone. "Who wants to be with a single mother with three children?" I would ask myself. I was soon proven wrong. I had numerous short relationships over the past 3 years. Some even ended with marriage proposals. But in each relationship, I had felt taken for granted, and I didn't want to start another marriage that way.
Mark was different. He was as concerned about my happiness as much as I am. And, I too, like nothing more than making him happy. Also in contrast to previous suitors, he is remarkably intelligent and sensitive to my needs. Finally, a man who I can talk to about anything!
Sex had been an issue in my marriage. My ex-husband just wasn't very interested in sex. He would have been happy with sex once or twice a week. I am more of a twice-a-day kind of person. During my marriage, I sometimes wondered if something was wrong with me. Why did I have such a high sex drive? But, Mark assured me that there is nothing wrong with loving sex. "What better way to show someone how much you love them?" he would say.
It was early in the morning when we left for Las Vegas. Being that we live in Ohio, we had quite a drive ahead of us. I blushed as I remembered the reason we decided to drive to Las Vegas instead of flying. Mark and I had set a goal for ourselves that we would have sex in every state. I printed out a copy of a map of the United States. After having sex in a new state, I would color it in.
I sat in the passenger's seat, and took the map out of the glove box. Only one state was colored in so far, our state, Ohio. Mark opened his door and sat in the driver's seat. He looked at me holding the map.
"Are you ready to fill some more states in?" he asked with a grin.
"Of course, I am," I said to him as I put the map back into the glove box. I felt a little nervous. Mark is much more sexually experienced than I am. What if he expects more from me? Then, I remembered how much I trust Mark. I would follow him anywhere, I thought as I put my hand on his thigh.
I studied Mark's features. His dark hair and beard suited him well. He is ruggedly handsome. His broad shoulders and solid frame had earned him the nickname "Bear." This nickname is further reinforced by the fact that he is a caver. I remembered the article written by a man who Mark had guided on a cave tour. Even this man had referred to Mark as a "bear of a guide."
The trip would take us about 29 hours of driving time. I wondered how Mark intended for us to fill in all five states we would drive through on our trip, not counting Nevada itself. Maybe we would hit some on the way back instead of having sex in each one on the way there. No, knowing Mark, we would be able to color all five in by the time we got to Vegas. I smiled.
Mark caught a glimpse of my smile. "What are you thinking about with that grin on your face?" he asked me.
"Oh, I was just wondering what you have planned for us," I said.
"Does everything have to be planned?" he asked with a smile.
"Good point," I replied. He got me there. I am so used to planning everything. As a working, single mother, I tend to have everything planned out for the day by the time I have my morning coffee.
"I was thinking about a little game we could play on the way there," Mark said.
"Really?" I said with a slight blush. I love Mark's games. They tend to push me a little, but we always have fun.
"Yes, this is our first road trip together. In my experience, women have to stop more often than men. And, I'm sure you could use some coffee even now, and we barely started," he said with a Cheshire cat-like grin.
"True enough," I conceded.
"Well, how about if you have to earn those breaks?"
"Earn them? How?" I asked with a smile, knowing exactly what he meant.
"Each time you would like to take a break, you have to do something for me first."
"For you or to you?" I laughed.
"Some of both."
"Okay. Let's try it," I said.
"Oh, no.. there is no try. I'm the one driving, remember?" he said with a chuckle.
I laughed. "How can someone so sweet also be so sinister?" I thought to myself as I laughed.
"Well, I could really use that coffee," I said with pleading eyes.
"Ok, to get this game started right, I need to see you turned on. There's a new vibrator in between our seats. I want you to lean back and play with the vibrator until you have an orgasm."
"But someone might see me!"
"Exactly," he said. "In fact, after you get started, I'm going to try to pull beside a truck so the driver can get a good show."
"You aren't going to make earning these breaks easy, are you?"
"Relax and have some fun with it," he said.
I found the vibrator and removed it from the package. I adjusted the seat to lean back a bit and slid my skirt up to the top of my thighs. I wasn't wearing any panties. Mark liked it when I wore skirts with no panties. I turned the vibrator on and started gently rubbing my clit with it. My nervousness dissipated with the pleasurable vibrations. I was moaning and getting moist in no time. Mark pulled beside a truck. I looked up at the driver. He glanced at me and took a double take. Yes, he realized what I was doing. I slowed down and almost stopped. Mark put a hand on my bare thigh.
"Don't you stop," he said. It was a phrase I had grown accustomed to hearing. Mark tended to push my limits, and I loved him all the more for doing it.
I continued to masturbate with the vibrator, this time with enthusiasm. I stoked the vibrator against my clit with it. I moaned as I plunged it deep in my wetness. I massaged my G-spot. I knew if I kept that up, I would squirt. I didn't really want to squirt in Mark's car. I was already self-conscious about any wet spots I might end up with on my skirt. I rubbed my clit, harder, faster. I felt myself tighten up. I whimpered as I came.
As I turned off the vibrator and slid my skirt down, the truck driver honked his horn. I was so embarrassed, but I looked at the driver and smiled. He waved. Mark pulled ahead of him.
"I would be surprised if he doesn't follow us all the way to Las Vegas hoping for another show," Mark said. "Well, you certainly deserve your coffee. Hopefully, we'll be in a new state by the time you need another break. That's when the real fun begins."
After stopping for coffee, we got back on the highway. Soon, I saw a sign that said, "Welcome to Indiana." In anticipation, I felt my pulse quicken. "It's much too early to stop at a hotel. How will we be able to color Indiana in on our map?" I thought to myself.
About an hour passed since we entered Indiana when Mark said, "I don't know about you, but I'm ready for breakfast." He pulled off the highway onto an approaching exit. Around the bend was a small diner. He turned into the parking lot, drove past many empty parking spaces, and parked in the last space beside the diner. "What is he planning?" I thought.
After eating a light breakfast, Mark took my hand as we walked towards the car. He held my hand tightly, walking past the car to the back of the diner. The only thing at the back of the diner was a steel door. Mark grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me, hard. His lips pressed against mine as he backed me up against the cinderblock wall of the diner. Kissing me still harder, his hand slipped up the front of my shirt. He caressed my stomach on the way up to my breasts. He began teasing my nipples with his fingers. I was breathing heavily now, wanting him.
He embraced me and pulled me close. "Ready to conquer Indiana?" he asked. I knew this was a rhetorical question.
"Someone might see us," I whispered and kissed his neck.
"They might," he said. Turning me around, he told me to bend over and put my hands on the wall. I heard him open his pants. He slid my skirt up to my waist, exposing my ass. I looked around, hoping we were truly alone. He held onto my hips as he thrust himself deep inside me. I tried to stifle the moans escaping my lips. I was never good at being quiet when it comes to sex.
I loved to feel Mark's thick cock inside me. He rhythmically slid in and out of my wetness, gradually getting faster and more forceful. I braced myself against the wall, but Mark had a firm grip on my hips so there was little pressure on my arms. There wasn't much self control left in me. I let out several moans. It felt so good!
The steel door opened. Mark seemed to ignore that and didn't even break rhythm. I tensed up. I was afraid to look at who might be watching us.
"Relax," he said to me.
I had never had sex with someone else watching. "It's broad daylight too," I thought to myself. I tried to stop thinking about how exposed I was. I kept my head turned away from the intruder and focused on enjoying the sex.
Mark started thrusting even harder and faster. I moaned with every single thrust. I clamped down on his cock and my body trembled with delight. I heard Mark moan as he came inside me. I turned my head enough to peak over my shoulder at the stranger who had witnessed our little tryst. A man stood near the steel door, his arms folded across his chest. I thought I saw a smile on his face. I quickly turned my face away as Mark pulled my skirt down. My cheeks were hot with embarrassment.
Mark led me to the car and opened my door for me. He paused and said, "Unless you would like to go to the ladies room and clean up?"
I laughed nervously. The thought of running into the witness was definitely enough to deter me from doing that. I sat on the edge of the car seat. I took a few tissues from my purse, cleaned myself up as discretely as I could, and disposed of the evidence of our public display.
Mark leaned over and kissed me. "You have to admit that it's exciting when other people watch us," he said.
I thought about it for a few minutes. I had been too self-conscious to really enjoy the fact that someone else was watching us, and enjoying the show too. At least, I think he enjoyed it.
"Do you think he liked what he saw?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah! You should have seen the smile on his face," Mark assured me. "I'm surprised he didn't clap for us afterwards."
We both laughed. I took the map out of the glove box. With a green colored pencil from my purse, I colored in Indiana. Illinois would be next.
"How much longer to Illinois?" I asked.
"About two hours. Are you already looking forward to the next show?" He said as he squeezed my thigh.
I placed my hand on his. "I always look forward to being with you," I said. "Where are you planning on stopping for the night?" I asked.
"Once we cross into Colorado, we'll look for a place."
I looked down at the map. "Illinois, Missouri, Kansas, then Colorado," I said quietly.
"You getting worried?" Mark joked.
I smiled and put the map away. "Maybe a little," I said.
Mark leaned over and kissed me. "Don't worry. You need to learn to relax and have fun."
"And it's your job to teach me how," I said.
"That's right."
Soon enough, we spotted the welcome sign for Illinois. I was happy to see the sign, because I ready for a bathroom break. I was trying not to make us have to stop too often. We stopped at a highway rest area. I went into the ladies room. Mark was waiting for me when I came out. He had a thin blanket under one arm.
"Come on," he said as he took my hand.
He led me into the wooded area behind the rest area. We came to a clearing on the other side of some trees. I could still see the picnic tables that we next to the rest area. I knew that if I could see them, someone could also see us. Mark spread out the blanket and laid down on top of it. He patted the space next to him. I laid down facing him. We kissed gently. I could kiss him for hours.
I slid my hand under his shirt and around his back. The kissing was really warming me up. I kissed his neck. I lifted the front of his shirt and asked him to lie on his back. I kissed his chest and down his stomach. When I got to his pants, I opened them. He helped me pull them down and take them off. I kissed his stomach again and kissed my way down to his cock. I traced the head with my tongue. I wrapped my lips around his cock. I sucked on him, flicking the head with my tongue, then sucking him in again. I felt him get hard in my mouth. I massaged his balls with my hand as I continued to suck on his hard cock. Mark sat up and told me to lie down. I listen to what Mark tells me to do.
Mark slid up my skirt, parted my legs, and thrust his cock deep inside me. I let out a little scream. Then, I remembered the nearby picnic area. I looked in that direction, craning my neck to try to see if someone was watching.
Mark must have caught on to what I was doing, because he stopped and said, "What are you so worried about? If someone sees us, they see us. Just relax."
I laid all the way back down again. Mark took his shirt off. He kissed me and whispered, "I love you."
I wrapped my legs around his waist. My hips met his with every thrust. I worked to feel him deep inside me. I moaned as he shifted side-to-side while his cock was entering me. My moans grew louder. In that moment, Mark and I were alone in our world. Mark pulled away, and gave me a little spank on the side of my hip. I got on my hands and knees. I felt him gently slide into me. Then, he grabbed my hips and shoved himself deep inside my pussy. I gasped.
He slammed into me numerous times, forcing deep moans from my lips. My moans turned to little screams as I reached orgasm. Mark continued to push his cock deep into me. He slowed down as I felt his cock throb inside me. He pulled his cock from me. I hated that. It was like a trigger forcing me to leave that special closeness we shared and return to the real world.
After he got dressed, he held me close to him. I rested my head on his chest. We kissed for awhile before walking back to the rest area. This time, I took advantage of the rest area to freshen up. I also inspected my skirt for any telltale wet spots. So far, it wasn't too bad. But, we still had two states to go before we stopped for the night.
Back in the car, I took out the map and colored Illinois with a blue colored pencil. It was then that I realized something had changed. After Mark told me to relax, I never looked to see if someone had seen us. I had been really loud too. I smiled. I realized that it didn't matter to me as much anymore. Maybe next time, I'd actually enjoy seeing someone watch us.
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