Road trip memories

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A warm September morning, dressed for a hot day ahead, mini skirt, tank, & sandals

A long road trip through the noontime desert...The sun thrums against bare skin warming, then overheating. Air conditioner on high, nipples tightening with the chill

Playful caresses from a comfortable lover, touching thighs, breasts, blowing seductively in my ear

Fingers find their way under my thong, bury themselves, rousing my desire, leaving me panting, wanting more

Passion rises, a long dirt road, desert all around, Joshua Trees, sand, rocks, dirt...no one for miles but a freeway in the distance

Naked in the sun, the tailgate is warm against my hands & knees, the sun hot on my skin, a passionate coupling, the heat of my lover thrusting deep, the thrill that someone might pass by & see

Moans, screams, no one can hear, begging for more, deeper, faster, dripping with desire

A hoarse shout, he fills me with his warmth, I'm dripping overflowing with juices, soaks through the red satin instantly & we laugh about the mess, careful not to ruin the upholstery

Sleeping while the road rolls by, exhausted by a quick, passionate coupling in the sun

The sun fades into evening & the hotel is near, a 5th floor suite overlooking the pool, in a mostly deserted wing

Naked on the darkened balcony, sex against the sun heated faux bricks, warming my back, my lovers chest hair tickling my nipples, a moan ending in a wail as my orgasm crescendos washing over me, sweat making my skin slippery

A match flares briefly on a balcony across the patio, embarrassed giggles, we run for cover, how long were they watching? the mood broken, but not for long

He tastes of sex, hot & erotic, of me, vaguely lemony, & soon the passion washes over him, leaving him limp & spent

Lounging naked on the bed, cuddling close, we sleep

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