That First Night Ch. 07

Ashley and I started our road trip bright and early, bound for Dallas to watch the 4th of July fireworks.

The fireworks wouldn't start until late in the evening, but Ashley and I had two things going against us. The distance between Galveston and Dallas, being 292 miles. And the congested traffic and idiots on the road that came with any holiday.

Being that the day before was Sunday anyway, I expected to see tons of drunk and hungover drivers on the road.

Anyone who has driven in such situations can tell that I was not disappointed in the slightest.

Thankfully, whatever phenomenon controlled traffic cut us a bit of slack, we only had to drive through two accidents by the time we got through 250 miles. That and something that I wouldn't really consider an accident at the gas station we stopped at.

We saw this beast of a muscle car a few pumps away from us while pumping gas... Looked like something out of the 70s when an 'automobile accident' was still called a car crash.

Then out of nowhere, a Smart car came barreling through the station and rammed into the muscle car.

Rammed might be a bit too strong a word as it made this weird ping sound and then bounced into a parked van one pump away.

I didn't know what was going on there, and I didn't really want any part of it. So I finished pumping, got back into the car, and pulled out of the station. And then we went on our marry way once more.

A few more miles into our journey, we stopped for a late lunch at a McDonalds.

I got a Double Quarter Pounder and Ashley got a Big Mac.

Halfway through our meal, I noticed an employee that was eyeing Ashley. This guy looked to be about my age, but he had this air about him that told me he thought he was a big man used to always getting what he wanted.

Cleaning a table nearby us, he didn't even try to hide his leery glare until he finally decided to speak up.

"Hey baby, why don't you dump that loser and get with a real guy?"

We both rolled our eyes and ignored him, clearly on the same page about this guy.

I looked at his name tag and saw that his name was Tarry. Now where had I heard that name before?

I looked at our receipt to find that the manager was Leonard Eaton. He used to bring his laptop to me for tech support and even when he moved closer to Dallas, I still helped him over the phone.

While I helped him every so often, we would chat about how we were doing... Tarry was mentioned multiple times as a bad worker.

Looking through my phone, I found his cell phone number.

"Tarry..." I began.

"You shut up dickhead. I'm talking." He responded.

"I was going to ask if you wanted Mr. Eaton to that you didn't get rid of your pocket knife... Despite him telling you to multiple times."

The stunned look on his face felt so satisfying up until the point he pulled out said pocket knife.

"What did you say, you little shit!" He bellowed as he lunged for me.

I was half expecting him to try something, so I quickly moved to grab his arm and place him in an arm bar hold.

Two mistakes that untrained knife users make is to overextend their arm, making the crease of the elbow vulnerable, and put very little power behind their strike, thinking that the knife will do the work for them.

Tarry here made both mistakes.

"OW!" He squealed as he felt his now sprained arm.

Sliding one of my hands up to his hand, I put him in a wrist lock and cranked his hand around until he dropped the knife onto the floor.

Seeing Leonard looking at us, I let Tarry go and pushed him into a nearby booth.

He was shivering a little as he stood up.

"You crazy bastard... Get out of here before I call the cops." He said, still trying to maintain some semblance of control.

"I think not." Leonard said.

I saw Tarry instantly stiffen up as he heard his boss's voice. Turning around, it was amusing how quickly he shifted into respectful underling mode.

"It... It ain't what you think boss. This guy and I are old friends."

"Oh, right, right... And what does he do, if you two are old friends?"

"Um..."

The smirk on my face was not helping him as sweat started to run down his face.

"You see," Leonard continued "this guy has served as my tech support for years... And you pulled a knife on him."

Tarry opened his mouth like he was going to speak.

"Don't even try it. I saw everything." Leonard stated.

Tarry looked to me, his eyes portraying fear. He didn't know what I was going to do next.

Going for the gusto, I decided to do something to make him regret everything. I could have let it go, but Ashley could have gotten hurt.

"Give me your phone." I stated in a deadpan voice.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, an iPhone 6S.

No password protection, so I quickly unlocked it.

Looking through his photos, I quickly saw pictures of what every typical guy my age would have on his phone.

I snorted at how small he was as I went through his contacts.

He listed his mom, dad, aunt, and so on as such, not using their actual names... Big mistake.

Picking my photos to send, I placed every member of his family into a group text list and sent the photos with the message 'hey baby, see how hard you make me?'

Locking his phone again, I tossed it back to him.

"Congrats Tarry, everyone in your family knows about your little problem now."

His face turned completely white as he slinked off without another word.

"Tarry, you're fired." Leonard stated.

Tarry held his head down and walked out the door.

I looked out the door for a second, allowing me to be somewhat pleased with myself.

I then regarded Ashley, who looked a little shocked, but seemed to have taken the whole thing in stride.

"I had to do that. He could have hurt you." I told her.

A tear started to roll down her eye as she smiled and blushed bright red.

Without warning, she wrapped her arms tight around me and kissed me on the lips roughly.

Her eyes were open, but I could see her need for me in those beautiful blue eyes.

She broke the kiss gently and looked like she was embarrassed as her eyes traveled around.

I didn't know what she was thinking until I remembered that we weren't the only ones in the McDonalds... Awkward.

I looked around the room, seeing that everyone's eyes were on us, including those from the kitchen.

It started slowly, someone in the kitchen started to clap, before they were joined by everyone else in the kitchen.

Soon after, everyone in the restaurant started to clap.

For a few moments, Ashley and I had our own little standing ovation.

Since our meal was over, we decided it was time to go. While we were leaving, everyone had comments about what we done.

A guy in a business suit stopped me at the door, and I prepared for some sort of sales pitch.

"Dan Harrington, manager of Harrington and Stevens." He said as he slipped a business card into my hand.

Looking at the card, I saw that Harrington and Stevens was a credit union.

"I just want to say, that was great what you did there."

"Thanks."

"Hey, I know this seems sudden, but I saw everything back there. You've got a good heart and a good head on your shoulders. Do you really know your stuff, IT wise?"

"Well a friend of mine who owns a small business calls me whenever their regular IT manager is sick or something... I've done NAS Setup, server management, endpoint malware removal... The whole 9 yards."

"I have no idea what that means, but it sounds like my IT department." He said with a chuckle.

"Anyway... I'm looking for an IT specialist for our new branch out in Frisco. I'm really kind of desperate to be honest."

"Huh... I actually live out in Frisco, I'm here on vacation with my girlfriend." I responded.

He handed me another card.

"Call HR when you get back in town and tell them that I recommended you. You'll have to do an interview, but I see no reason why we can't work together."

"Why thanks Mr. Harrington."

He nodded and walked off.

As Ashley and I walked out, I saw Tarry again.

"No mom, I didn't mean to send that to you. Someone-"

He saw me and completely lost his train of thought.

"I... Um..."

We walked past him, got in the car, and drove off.

"Just a few miles to go." I told Ashley.

"Thank you so much, honey." She beamed.

"Don't worry about it Ashley. I'm glad I can be there for you. There's no one I'd rather make this trip with."

Another 10 miles later, we were in bumper to bumper traffic with no one moving.

A local radio station said that there was a wreak a mile along the road screwing everything up.

After a few minutes of barely moving, Ashley had an idea to relieve boredom.

"You know I'm going to fuck your brains out when we get to the hotel, right?"

"I... I did not know that." I responded softly, not trusting my voice.

"Mmm... My ass up in the air, watching you take me from behind."

She leaned over and kissed my ear.

"Oh, and I got some lube for later... You know, for when you fuck my ass."

She licked my earlobe gently and looked down.

Looking down with her, I saw that her little speech had the effect on me that I was sure she knew it would have.

"What's that, dear cousin? It looks like you like the idea." She whispered.

She gently moved one of her hands over to my jeans and placed it on my thigh.

She then slowly moved her hand to my crotch and started to unzip my jeans.

Looking up to my face, she swiftly reached in and unbuttoned my boxers.

Slipping her hand through the fabric, she wrapped her hand around my hard cock.

"Mmm... Is that for me baby?"

"Yes." I gasped.

Ashley smirked and pulled my cock out into open air.

"Ashley, we're in traffic, there's people around... We can't do this." Even I didn't believe myself.

"Oh no you don't." She started as she kissed the tip of my cock.

"Your cousin is going to blow you whether you like it or not."

She started kissing up and down my shaft, dragging her tongue around the head.

If she wasn't affecting me before, she was now. The sight of Ashley going down on me in the car was too much to bear as I started groaning out in pure ecstasy.

Ashley pulled away with a teasing grin on her face.

"It looks like someone is enjoying this way too much... Maybe I should stop."

"No Ashley, please don't stop." I begged.

"Why should I keep going?" She asked.

"Because I love you." I replied.

"And what are we going to do at the hotel?"

"I'm going to fuck your ass."

She giggled slightly.

"Good boy." She said as she lowered her head down to my cock once more and slipped her mouth around my cock.

Slowly working her way around my shaft, she eventually got my entire cock in her mouth as we started moving a little.

I was in heaven with Ashley until I realized that there were people around watching us.

I was concerned until I realized that all they would see was a blond haired girl going down on a very lucky guy.

Looking around, I saw facial reactions ranging from stunned to entertained.

"People are watching." I murmured.

Ashley's response was a slight giggle around my cock that sent vibrations through it as she bobbed her head up and down the shaft.

I could feel myself getting close.

Taking another look around, I saw a red haired girl that I guessed was in her mid-20s. She was staring at me while sucking on a Popsicle... Whoa.

"I'm close." I warned.

Of course, this only made Ashley increase her speed until I felt the all too familiar feeling of cum rushing up from my balls.

"I'm cumming!" I exclaimed as I started to fill Ashley's mouth with my cum.

She kept going and swallowed every drop until my cock stopped pulsing.

As she pulled her head off my cock, I started to stroke her hair.

"You're too good to me Ashley... You're so amazing."

She blushed a deep red.

"I've wanted to do that ever since we left McDonalds."

I kissed her cheek and pulled her into a hug as I looked around to see what people were doing now.

I saw a few guys in a minivan waving their arms at each other, I saw a sedan full of clapping people, and then I saw that redhead again, just as she pulled the Popsicle out of her mouth and threw her head back, her mouth making an O shape.

"Look." I directed Ashley to that car.

"Oh my..." Ashley stopped as she just busted out laughing.

This laugh kept going for a few seconds until she finally calmed down.

"That was fun." She said.

I simply nodded and smiled.

Ashley looked out into space for a second and then grinned.

"Roll down the window. Talk to that girl."

"What?"

"Just for shits and giggles... I want to know what she thought of our little show."

I shook my head gently, not really believing what I was hearing.

"I love you, but you're kind of weird sometimes."

I rolled down the window and shortly thereafter, saw her do the same.

"Having fun?" The redhead asked.

I detected a British accent from her.

"Yes I did. It looked like you were having fun yourself."

"Hell yeah. That was awesome."

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it." Ashley said behind me.

"What did he do to deserve that?" The redhead said half-jokingly.

"He protected me from an idiot guy with a knife."

"Whoa! That's crazy... If he was my boyfriend, he'd be getting lots of road head from me after that."

Ashley giggled slightly.

"He's fucking my ass later."

I saw her eyes widen and her jaw drop a little.

"Bloody hell... My ex used to love that... You wankers are gonna love it."

The conversation continued for a few minutes without me really having to talk any more until traffic started moving again and we started saying our goodbyes.

"Well it was great meeting you Sazzy. Thanks for being part of the show." I said.

"I haven't had an orgasm like that in I don't know how long. Thanks guys."

We rolled our windows up as we drifted apart in traffic, passing each other by once, when she blew a kiss in our direction.

We kept on driving until we got to the hotel.

"I can't believe you did that." I said with a laugh.

"Hey... I'm kind of weird sometimes."

When we got out of the car, I moved close to her and held her in my arms.

"You're my kind of weird Ashley. I love you."

"I love you too." Ashley said as she relaxed into my arms.

I leaned my head in and kissed her lips gently while sliding one of my hands down to rest on her ass.

We headed inside, both grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

"Reservation for Thomson." I said at the front.

The receptionist regarded us for a moment before checking the front computer.

"I'm sorry Mr. Thomson, we had a mix up and we gave your room away."

"Are you serious?" I asked.

As luck would have it, the manager was within earshot and he came over.

He seemed a bit of an old hand at the hotel. I'd guess he was in his 50s.

"Something going on?" He said as he looked at the computer.

I saw the manager's gaze soften as he looked at us, then looked at the computer before typing on the keyboard.

"You two look so cute together."

He typed a bit more before looking at the receptionist.

"We'll comp the up charge. That other couple called and canceled earlier."

He put a key card into a reader and handed it to us.

"You lovebirds enjoy the honeymoon suite."

"Wow... thank you." Ashley said as we walked off.

We went up the elevator to the fourth floor and as we started walking to the honeymoon suite, Ashley flashed me a strange looking grin.

As we reached the door, she clutched herself onto me.

"Carry me across the threshold, my darling husband."

She laughed a little at her joke as I picked her up.

She swiped the key card in the door and we heard a click.

Opening the door, we saw the suite spread out before us.

During our walkthrough of the room, we saw a full kitchen, a full bathroom with a shower made for two, and a specious balcony.

"You'll be able to see the fireworks so well from here." I said.

Ashley slid out of my arms and walked over to the balcony, looking at the picturesque sight.

I walked over and wraps my arms around her from behind.

"So beautiful..." She whispered.

"I agree... And the view isn't bad either."

"Ouch, that's got to be the cheesiest thing you've ever said to me." She said, trying to keep from laughing.

I kissed the top of her head and looked at the view before me.

Just a few short hours until the fireworks started, and nothing could be better than this.

A room with a view, Ashley standing by me, and the promise of a wonderful night.

"Life is good." Ashley murmured, thinking the same thing I was.

"Life is good Ashley. Life is good."