I was thinking about how amazing it was that I didn't check to see if anyone at the rest area had seen Mark and me make love. I'm generally self-conscious. I would never think I could have sex in public. But, with Mark, on our special trip to Vegas, I seemed to have relaxed my guard.
Mark's game during the trip was for me to have to earn our stops along the way by completing whatever he asked. For example, in order for him to stop for coffee, I had to masturbate for him. As I was pleasuring myself with a vibrator, Mark pulled the car beside a truck in order to give the truck driver a show.
Mark and I had chosen to drive from our home in Ohio to Vegas because we have a special goal for ourselves. We want to have sex in every state. I have a blank map that I color each state in after we have sex in that state. I wonder how long it will take for us to be able to have our map filled. This goal of ours is so much fun. After we fill our map, we may just have to come up with a similar goal.
Our escapade beyond the woods at the rest area allowed me to color in Illinois. The next state we will be driving through is Missouri.
"Are we going to wait until we get into Missouri to stop for lunch?" I asked Mark as we left the Illinois rest area.
"If you think you can wait. I don't mind if you need to earn another stop as well," he replied.
"I hate to disappoint you, but I think I'll be okay for awhile."
I took a CD out of my bag. I had burned a few CD's for our trip. After having masturbated in the car and having sex twice already, I was feeling more than frisky. I knew the songs on this CD would keep me in the mood. I needed to be prepared for any challenges that Mark might throw my way.
As I listened to the music, I allowed my hands to wander. I slid my skirt up and rested my right hand on my thigh. I squeezed Mark's leg with my left hand before moving it slowly up to his zipper. I undid the button and unzipped him with his help. As the music played, I took my time caressing his member.
"Are you ready for another stop already?" he asked.
"Not quite yet," I said.
Still stroking him, I slid my right hand under my skirt and leaned back in the car seat. I slipped a finger in my moist slit. I ran my fingers along my pussy lips. With Mark's now hard cock in one hand, I rubbed my clit with the other. I held my finger on my clit with gentle pressure while I ran my fingers up and down his shaft.
"Well, I don't know if you are ready for another stop, but I sure am," Mark said with a moan.
"Patience, my dear," I said.
I was not trying to make him cum, only tease him. I kept my playfulness slow and gentle. Occasionally, I would allow my hand to retreat to his thigh. Then, I would caress his cock again. I knew he was aching for another rest stop. When we crossed into Missouri, I was ready for one as well.
"So, what should I do to deserve our next stop?" I asked.
"Mmm... I think you need to give me head," he said with a grin.
"Good. I want to suck you dry."
He pushed his seat back a little more than it had been. I leaned over him until I had easy access to his hard cock. I eagerly licked the precum off the head of his cock. My tongue traced the head, paying special attention to the sensitive ridge. I swallowed his shaft until I could feel it against the back of my throat. Sucking, I pulled up and flicked the head with my tongue. I sucked him back into the depths of my throat again. I repeated this several times. He ran his fingers through my hair with appreciation.
Mark pulled alongside an unsuspecting truck driver. I wasn't sure if the trucker would actually be able to see what I was doing. I knew that watching my head bob up and down would tip him off. I didn't care.
I continued to suck Mark's shaft in, flicking my tongue over the head. Then, I sucked him vigorously. I loved hearing his moans when I gave him head. Then, with pulsating throbs, he gave me his seed. I slowly continued to suck him until the throbbing subsided. I tipped my head up and swallowed the mouthful of his juice.
"Dumb bitch," I thought to myself, "You don't know what you're missing." Mark's previous girlfriend had forbidden him to come in her mouth. After being with her for over ten years, he had been unable to come in a woman's mouth. That is, until I encouraged and practiced it with him. I thoroughly enjoy giving him head, so it was no burden on me to engage in some daily practice. It wasn't long before he could get release from my mouth.
I licked the corners of my mouth clean. I straightened up my clothing. Mark pulled off the next exit.
"Let's see if we can find a place to eat, and a suitable place for desert," he said.
"Mmmm... I can't wait," I said.
Mark pulled into the parking lot of a diner near the exit. Again, he parked toward the back of the almost empty parking lot. We enjoyed a quick lunch. Upon returning to the car, we walked together to the passenger's side of the car. Instead of opening my car door for me, he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me, pushing his lips firmly against mine. He pushed me back against my car, his lips still ravaging my mouth. He took one hand and forcefully yanked my skirt up. I spread my legs, and he stood between them. He opened his pants.
He pulled my legs up around his waist. My weight was supported by the car, and he held me to him with his hands on my ass. He thrust himself deep inside me. I gasped. With several deep thrusts, I was moaning loudly, not caring if anyone was watching. I was caught up in the raw passion of this fuck. Mark grunted and thrust even harder into me.
"Oh, Mark! Fuck me!" I yelled.
Mark pounded me faster and groaned as he came. Oh, it felt so good! But, my ecstasy was soon interrupted.
"Hey! What are you doing?" I heard a strange voice yell. "Get out of here or I'm calling the cops!"
Mark lowered me to the ground and quickly helped me into the car. I turned to see who was yelling at us.
"Sorry, man, I couldn't help myself!" Mark apologized to the manager of the diner as he got into the car.
I giggled. Mark drove out that parking lot in a hurry.
"I guess we won't be welcomed back there," he said with a chuckle.
I took the map out of the glove box and colored the state of Missouri in red to match the color of my face as we had driven past the irate manager.
"You ok?" Mark asked, putting his hand on my knee.
I smiled back at him. "Of course," I said. "Mark, I know that I'm not as experienced as you are. But, I want you to know that even if things feel strange to me at first, I love trying new things with you."
Mark leaned over and kissed me. He slid his hand up onto my thigh and gave it a little squeeze.
"We still have a long way to go before we get into Kansas. Let me know if you need a break," he said with a wink.
We talked about what we are going to do in Las Vegas. I was so excited. I felt like the luckiest woman in the world to be marrying Mark. And, he was anxious too. He talked about our wedding night. On that night, he wants to make my virgin ass his. I had never had anal intercourse. After my divorce, I decided that I was not going to have anal until I had a ring on my finger. I was afraid Mark might think that was stupid. But, he loved the idea.
About three hours after lunch, I really needed a bathroom break.
"Mark, I need to use the bathroom," I said. "Don't make this too difficult on me," I pleaded.
"Well no, I won't. I was thinking that you didn't get a chance to come at the diner, seeing as we were so rudely interrupted," he chuckled.
He slowed the car down and pulled over to the side of the highway.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I have an idea."
He parked the car and helped me out of my door. He reached in between the seats and retrieved the vibrator. He pulled the blanket out from the backseat.
He spread the blanked down in the grass next to the car.
"Lie down," he said.
"Here?" I asked.
"Yes, right here."
Mark kneeled next to me and pulled a long weed with a wispy, feathery tip.
"Slide up your skirt. That's it. All the way up," he said.
Mark lightly stroked the insides of my thighs with the weed. He kissed the inside of my upper thigh. He handed me the vibrator and told me to rub my clit with it.
I was a bit worried, not so much that other motorists might see us, because we were blocked from view by the car. I was, however, worried that a policeman might stop, thinking we needed assistance. A police officer may not be as amused by our game as we are.
I put my apprehension aside and did as Mark told me to do. I rubbed my clit slowly at first, then more intensely as I spread my legs wider. Mark continued to tickle me with the weed as he watched me squirm. I was already close to orgasm.
"Ok, enough of that," Mark said.
I dropped the vibrator beside me. Mark kneeled over me, his tongue finding my swollen clit. I moaned, loud. I began to whimper as his tongue relentlessly stroked my clit. I grabbed onto his arms. I wanted him so badly! With a shudder, I came. I was still trembling when he helped me back into the car.
Mark grabbed the blanked and vibrator and tossed them into the backseat.
"Feel better?" he asked once he had gotten back into the car.
"Mmm... definitely!" I replied.
He drove to the next rest area and parked. Mark was studying the vending machines when I exited the ladies room. We got sodas from the vending machines before getting back on the highway.
All that moaning and panting had made my throat dry. I gulped down a bit of the soda. Then, it dawned on me.
"Hey! You just want me to have to stop again!" I accused him.
Mark laughed.
"Now, you have to admit that you have been having as much fun earning your breaks as I have," he said.
"Yes, I'm enjoying your game. I wonder what we'll do in Kansas. You have any plans yet?" I asked.
"You'll just have to wait and see."
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