Ann: A Love Story Ch. 52

"No...but you haven't ruled anything out, either. I just think..."

"You know...you're right," Ann said as she put her hand on my arm, rubbing it tenderly. "I didn't rule it out. I don't want to rule anything out right now. Time will tell on the bondage thing. But there shouldn't be a problem with coming up with a safe word or phrase for ANY little game we decide to play. I suppose any fantasy we try could start to cross a line one of us doesn't like, so there's no reason not to be prepared ahead of time."

I smiled and said, "Do you have one in mind?"

"Well, it would have to be something that wouldn't likely come up in a situation where we'd accidentally say it and stop our fun."

"True. I suppose saying something like 'fuck me' would be a pretty poor choice. It really needs to be something that you'd never say otherwise."

Ann looked at the picture in her hand again. She studied the image for a moment, and the backdrop of the sign she was posing in front of. And then she turned to me. "How about 'Utah'?" she grinned.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Sitting naked below the waist behind the steering wheel as I drove, Ann leaned across from the passenger seat, and played with my engorged prick. Actually, 'played' didn't seem like the right word. It was too general. She did more than that. A lot more.

There were lots of words to describe how she was masturbating me, each of them different, and each of them amazing. There were so many because Ann seemed to change tactics with the wind, which was interesting since we'd rolled up the windows and we were just using the fan since the sun went down.

Ann toyed with me, a look of childlike wonder in her eyes. She teased me, her fingers light as feathers as she barely touched my shaft, which only made it twitch more as it begged for her attention. Then, Ann abused me, gripping my shaft as tightly as she possibly could, stroking me up and down very slowly in the most excruciating way. It hurt, and felt good at the same time. She followed that up by ignoring me, letting go of my cock and letting it bob helplessly in the air, my pre-cum dribbling profusely from the tip; a little shiny string of it connecting my cock to the pool that was forming on my lower abdomen.

Ann finally engaged me, proving to me once and for all that she hadn't been kidding that first night she'd told me of her, well...fetish, when we ate dinner in Fort Wayne the last night we were together. She was an aficionado of the masturbatory arts. And she had me squirming in my seat.

It was moments like that that made me thank the heavens that someone in the automotive community had the good sense to invent cruise control. I'm sure getting a hand job from an expert in the art wasn't part of the inventor's original concept plan; I can't imagine that being the main creative spark that spawned the idea. But it certainly was an amazing byproduct of the feature. I could only imagine the marketing possibilities.

I was surprised Ann's car had it, frankly. I didn't even notice it was there until that moment, when she suggested I turn it on when I had trouble keeping my foot on the gas pedal at a consistent place. I wasn't having any trouble keeping the car straight...because the road was so straight, but keeping us as at one steady speed proved a little harder.

"Wow...you've got cruise?" I said as I turned it on and hit the 'set' button. "I thought this was a basic model car. Didn't you tell me the only thing you splurged on was the stereo?"

"Yeah...but the stereo was after market. I had that put in after I bought the car."

"Well, cruise control couldn't have been standard," I said, looking at her as she slowly moved her hand up and down my shaft.

"It's not. I got it for free."

"What?"

"Yeah. I told them what I wanted in the car...all the features I wanted. Well, all the features I didn't want. I told them I just wanted the basic package in this color. I really wanted this color blue. But the dealership couldn't find one that was...stripped down. They found this one with cruise control on it, and they tried to get me to pay for it...but I told them no. They stalled for a week, but I didn't change my mind, and I finally told them I was going to start looking elsewhere, for a different brand of car. They ended up giving it to me, because they did the math and figured out it would cost them more to take it out."

"Wow...that's so cool."

Ann shrugged her shoulders and said, "I guess. I never use it, so I never really think about it."

"You don't use it. Why?"

"Well, this is going to sound silly...but I didn't pay for it. And for whatever reason, that kind of bothered me. I mean, I know it was all a part of the negotiations, but it kind of felt like I stole it. So, I don't use it. I just pretend it's not there...at least, I did until today. I've never used it."

"Ann...that's silly."

"I know...I think I just said that." I shook my head, and she started laughing and said, "Hey, I never said it was logical. It's just how I felt about it."

"You know...that's what I love about you Ann. You're honest, and you live that way. And you're silly...and I love that too!"

Ann leaned against my shoulder, her right hand slowly moving up and down, making me squirm in my seat. It all seemed so surreal, us driving on a desolate stretch of highway, making conversation as it got darker and darker. That Ann was naked, giving me a tantalizing handjob as a way to help pass the time seemed beyond bizarre. I couldn't fathom that kind of thing happening to me six months before. That I was going to marry the stunning woman doing it to me only added to the excitement I felt.

There was a car in the distance; it's headlights coming toward us from the other direction. It looked like it was about a mile off, yet as we drove those lights didn't seem to be getting any closer. They were, of course, but the terrain was so flat, and so expansive, that it became an optical illusion. I thought we'd be passing that car in less than a minute, and in reality, it took almost five. I wondered how far off the car had been when we first saw the lights on the horizon. And that made me wonder how far we had yet to travel during our first leg of the trip.

Ann looked out the windshield and said, "It's pretty empty out here."

"Empty?"

"Yeah...there's nothing."

"You're right. Now I know why Dad insisted I bring along the emergency supplies. He drilled that into me before I left, and I thought he was just being overprotective. I'm sure this road is patrolled pretty well, but could you imagine being stuck out here for any length of time?"

"Stuck with you wouldn't be such a bad thing," she said with a naughty giggle.

"For the first couple of hours...but you have to admit, this is no place you'd want to break down."

"Mmmmm...you're right. I was just saying that..."

"I know, baby. I'd love to be stranded with you too. But on a deserted island...not in the desert."

I continued driving, while Ann continued what she was doing. Namely, driving me insane. She truly was an expert.

She had started out by playing with my balls, massaging them in the most amazing ways. Her left hand was on my abdomen, her fingers spread wide as she pressed her palm against my skin just above my crotch. The back of her hand was barely touching my rigid shaft, while her left hand fondled my sack. She was going out of her way not to touch my cock, and her magical fingers felt amazing. I'd never experienced anything like it, and she did that for at least fifteen minutes.

When she noticed the pre-cum start oozing from the tip of my twitching prick, Ann grinned and stopped what she was doing. She reached for her purse, tucked neatly under her seat, and pulled out a little plastic bottle. Taking the base of my cock between her index finger and thumb, Ann made it point perfectly perpendicular to the ceiling of the car, and she held the bottle an inch or so above the tip. She flicked up the flip open cap with her thumb, and squeezed the bottle. A steady stream of clear, thick goo flowed from the opening, and she moved my cock around to coat the head, letting the stuff start running in little trails down the sides. It kind of looked like clear honey, and I moaned a little from the sensations.

It was different from what she'd used the night she made me cum with her feet. As Ann closed the bottle and put it in the cup holder between us, she continued to move my cock around, letting the thick liquid coat my shaft on it's own. The smile on her face as she went about her 'work' made my heart jump a little. Well, it was from that and the feeling of her fingernails ever so lightly tickling my balls.

Ann continued to hold onto my shaft with her left hand as she had been; her finger and thumb holding it straight. Using her index fingertip of her other hand, she made sure the head of my cock was totally coated, and then she took that finger and her thumb, and started masturbating me, leaving her other three fingers out of the way for the moment. My cock was a little too thick for her fingers to meet, but she didn't let that affect what she was doing. She just twisted her wrist from time to time, making sure she got my entire cock slick with the stuff she'd dribbled on it.

Once she was satisfied, Ann turned a little in her seat, her left leg pulling up underneath her...which spread her legs. My head snapped, looking at her wet pussy.

"Eyes on the road, baby. You're supposed to feel this...not watch."

"I was looking at you!"

"I know. Eyes on the road...okay. Or I'll have to stop."

I pouted like a little kid, and said, "Well why would you go and get undressed if you didn't want me to look?"

"You told me to get undressed. I just followed your orders."

She had me there. I had told her to get undressed...but I was so worked up by what she was doing, and by not being able to ogle her hard, naked body, that I didn't get what she said entirely. I knew she was right, but I argued by saying, "Well, why in the world did you get dressed again in the first place? You were already naked before."

"If I didn't get dressed, you wouldn't have been able to MAKE me get undressed again," she giggled. "And I just got done telling you how hot that was."

"But that was different. You said it was hot because I ripped your skirt off of you. I was just driving this time."

"I know. But in my mind I was thinking of what you might do if I didn't. Now that you've done that, even just once...it makes the thrill of being made to do something a lot more real to me. I know you could do it...does that make any sense?"

I nodded my head a little to the side and said, "Actually...it does."

"Good. Now, keep your eyes on the road. I've got a hard cock I need to play with!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

My fingers started to tingle from the way I was gripping the steering wheel so tight. I glanced away from the long, straight road ahead, looking at my knuckles, which had turned white. But Ann backed off yet again, and I let out a little whine, making her giggle. Knowing that I still wouldn't be cumming for a while, I took a deep breath and tried to relax.

The roadside sign stated it was fifteen miles to Salt Lake City. But it might as well have been fifty...because I couldn't get there fast enough. Ann had been masturbating me for well over an hour, and I was about to lose my mind, because I knew all to well that I wasn't about to lose my load, no matter how close I thought I was to cumming. Ann continued to bring me to the very edge over and over again. I came close to cumming at least...well, I actually lost track of how many times, but it had to be close to eight. It was incredible how Ann could sense the exact second in time...that 'point of no return' moment that would bring on my climax, and she would know not only to stop, but what to do to prevent me from cumming. It was also excruciating.

When she had played with my cock at the theater in Fort Wayne all those months before, she was just slowly stroking me. It felt great...even amazing, but Ann never did to me what she had been doing while we drove the long stretch of interstate between Nevada and Salt Lake. Ann was TRYING to make me cum, and then denying it...time after time after time. And as excruciating at it was, I wouldn't have changed a single moment of the experience.

Instead, I was trying to come up with ways to cope with what Ann was doing until she actually saw fit to let me cum. So, I decided to engage her in conversation to try and focus my mind on other things...and surprisingly, the delicious torture she was putting me through was the topic of choice.

"What is that stuff you're using," I asked, pointing at the bottle she'd left in the cup holder.

"That's my jack-off gel," Ann laughed.

"Your what?"

"Jack-off gel."

"Where did you get...oh, wait! Missy."

Ann chuckled as she looked out her window towards the large image of a girl holding an umbrella that was on the side of a big, round storage silo of some kind, letting us know that the big facility we were passing on our right was a part of the Morton Salt Company. "Huh...I never put two and two together on that," Ann said.

"What...you didn't think I'd get that you bought the gel from Missy?"

Ann turned to look at me. She was puzzled at first, and then she broke into a smile. "Oh...no, baby. I knew you knew that. I never thought about salt coming from here. It makes sense. Salt Lake City...Great Salt Desert. I just never thought about that before." Now I was laughing, thinking about how Ann was so good at what she was doing, she didn't even have to pay that much attention, although I was sure she was just making an observation. "What's so funny?" she asked.

"You are. Sometimes it's like we're having two different conversations at the same time. That's funny."

"Sorry, babe. I was just making an observation. Don't you like this?" she asked as she squeezed my cock a little tighter.

"I love it...I just found it funny how we jump around from subject to subject sometimes."

"Are you going to be getting off soon?" Ann asked sincerely.

I looked at her like she was nuts and said, "Hell, I thought I was a couple of dozen times...but you've made it pretty clear that it's not up to me."

Ann laughed and pointed at a big sign on the side of the road announcing the upcoming exits for Salt Lake City. "I meant are you getting off the highway soon."

"Oh...uh...yeah. We're just a few miles away, why?"

Ann let go of my cock and reached into her purse, getting out some kind of wipe. She started cleaning the stuff off of my shaft, and said, "Because...the way you are right now, if I let you cum, we'll be cleaning up the car for a week."

"So you're going to make me wait?" I said, whining a little.

"Uh huh...but I'm sure you're going to MAKE me do something later tonight that will more than make up for it," she winked.

I looked down at my cock as she let it go. It bobbed up and down; the veins thick and pulsing rapidly with my heartbeat, the head shiny and purplish. Ann bent over and grabbed her skirt and started pulling it up her long, smooth legs. "You're getting dressed?"

"Uh huh," she said again. "I'm not sure you're going to be able to get your shorts on...and one of us needs to check us into a hotel."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Somehow, my cock actually started to deflate a little. But it was still huge, and still twitching. Nevertheless, when we got off of the exit for the airport, I quickly pulled up my shorts and tried to get myself settled when I stopped the car at a light.

Ann laughed at me and said, "I thought you'd be hard for the rest of the night after what I put you through."

"I'm still hard," I said, noting that my cock was still mostly erect.

"Yeah, but it's not 'hard' hard. You're more like eighty percent hard."

"It's hard enough that it's going to get noticed," I said as I looked at my shorts tenting up.

"I know...find a hotel and I'll go in." But I drove past the first hotel we saw...and the second, and third. All of them were national chain hotels that were relatively inexpensive. Ann said, "What are you doing? You just passed..."

"Patience, Anna. We've got all night."

I turned into the parking lot of a very nice Hilton Hotel, and I pulled under the awning. "What in the world are we doing here?" Ann said as she looked at the place.

"A woman like you deserves to stay the night in a place like this," I said as I opened the door and walked around.

I opened Ann's door, and she came face to cock with the bulge in my shorts. Looking up past it, Ann said, "I...DESERVE it?"

I held out my hand, and helped Ann to her feet. Taking her in my arms, I kissed her and said, "Absolutely, lover. You deserve the best."

Ann's reaction was priceless. I'm not so sure she didn't swoon. I held her tightly in my arms as I kissed her, and then I had to wait for a moment for her to get her legs back underneath her. She wiped her forehead with the palm of her hand quickly, and she shook her head, trying to snap out of her little funk. Ann didn't say anything. She just walked into the hotel with me, holding my hand as we approached the front desk.

I wasn't nearly as hard by the time we walked into the hotel, but that was okay. I really wanted any attention to fall towards Ann anyway. I meant what I had said to her. She did deserve to stay at the nicest hotels, and eat at the best restaurants...whether I could afford it or not. And truthfully, even though I'd gotten an unexpected raise before I left, and I had a nice new salary in my new job...I couldn't. Not for any prolonged length of time, anyway. But through the generous gift of Ann's Aunt and Uncle, hopefully I could give that to her the balance of the week.

That is, if Tina had come through.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Look at the size of that thing!" Ann said with an astonished look on her face. She was sitting at the table, marveling at the size of the lobster that was on the plate in front of her. "How am I supposed to eat something that big?"

"You've had bigger than that in your mouth before," I laughed.

Ann playfully kicked me on the side of my leg, and I was thankful that I was sitting next to her in the booth, instead of across from her. Otherwise, I might have caught the toe of her stiletto on my shin instead of a glancing blow against my calf. "Neil, you promised...no sex talk," Ann snapped playfully.

"I never mentioned sex...I just said you've had bigger things in your mouth."

"No innuendo either!"

"I can't help it that you have sex on the brain right now."

"Well...you ALWAYS have sex on the brain," she said in a rather childish comeback.

"Actually, so do you. But I'm a man. It's kind of engrained in our DNA."

Ann leaned in close to me, placing her head against my shoulder. Whispering, she said, "I wouldn't have it on my brain now if you would have just fucked me before we came here like I wanted you to."

I kissed her forehead and said, "If I remember right, you said that I was going to make you do something tonight."

"Well I didn't think making me WAIT to have sex with you would be an option I had to worry about."

"I don't know why not...I only did the same thing you did to me," I smirked as I cracked open a huge king crab leg and dug inside for a big morsel of meat.

Ann put her hand on my thigh, feeling the thin fabric of my dress pants. "I can't believe you have more willpower than I do, baby. I want to rip these off and fuck you right here."

I winked at her and said, "Careful, or I just might make you do that."

Knowing she was only making herself hornier, Ann cracked open one of the claws of her Lobster, and took a butter-coated bite of the succulent meat. She moaned a little like she was having an orgasm, and when she'd finished chewing, she said, "This is so delicious. I still can't believe we're here. And you actually had a reservation waiting for us...how?"