Honey @honeydaringtobeme could still feel the drivers cum drying on her face and neck as they pulled onto the highway. She rocked her hips as she kicked off her shoes before putting her feet on the dashboard and spreading her legs as far as she could. She pulled the soaked crotch of her panties to the side and gripped the base of the toy filling her dripping cunt.
She knew that the semis (articulated lorries) passing them would be able to see her in the light of her phone screen as she opened tumblr. With a shaky voice she used voice to text to post the tale of the evening to this point. As she hit send the blast of an air horn rang out from the truck next to them.
She canted her hips and twisted a little in the seat to put on a better show as she began to fuck her cunt harder with the little toy. The plug in her ass vibrated wildly pushed her ever closer to the losing all control. "Not good enough" Rose's voice came over the radio and Honey gasped as she felt the drivers hand pulling her shirt open and then pushing the cups of her bra down exposing her breasts as well "Better..."
Honey's mind reeled as she thought about what, or who, could be coming next....
Rhiannon’s breath quickened. Her heart beat so loudly she thought it would leap into her quivering hands. She took a breath to steady herself as Var appeared. A sharp knife of adrenalin shot up her spine as she mistook him for Limileck. Ever he had looked like his father, but these months had made him indistinguishable from the man she had first met so many years ago. His smile though was his own, as broad and warm as the noonday sun. The innocence of it comforted her heart and his embrace was the same earnest affection it had always been.
“Are you ready?” Var asked softly as he released her from his arms.
“Ah! No greeting for your mother?” Rhiannon said with a small laugh. Var flushed.
“I’m sorry, Mama, I’m just-“
“I know, I know,” said Rhiannon with a comforting touch to Var’s cheek. She was so absorbed in her son she didn’t notice Limileck enter. With a glance over Var’s shoulder their eyes met. Var noted his mother’s expression as she startled and with a last gentle squeeze of her hand said:
“I’ll leave you.”
Rhiannon held Var’s hand until the last possible moment, her arm hanging in the air long after he had left the room.
“Hello, Princess,” said Limileck so gently Rhiannon felt tears prick the corners of her eyes.
“I’m not a princess anymore,” Rhiannon replied. A slow smile flickered across Limileck’s features.
“No, I suppose not,” he said his eyes searching her face hungrily for some sort of emotion. There was a long silence as they stood studying each other. Not much had overtly changed about him. Rhiannon’s last memory of him was so vivid, however, that the small lines at the corner of his eyes, the air of time about him all stood out as stark contrast. She wondered if he noticed those things in her. Finally she spoke.
“Are you not going to ask why I kept him from you?” her own voice sounded harsh in her ears.
“No.” Limileck said with an affirmative shake of his pale gold curls. He took a step toward her and Rhiannon stiffened.
“Rhiannon…”
He said her name with such a longing reverence Rhiannon’s last defense fell away and with a small sound from her throat she reached toward him. Limileck had her in his arms instantly. Memories long suppressed rushed back, overwhelming her.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she repeated over and over until the words lost their meaning. Limileck said nothing his head buried in the length of her hair, his hands twisted in the cloth of her blouse.
“There is nothing to forgive,” Limileck finally replied into the curve of her neck, “save our own foolishness.”
