On hour six of a long, late night road trip, and all I can think of:
Stopping for gas, or a caffeine hit, or just to stretch my legs a little bit. I go to walk into the store, and you reach it just before me. You hold it open and make a silly gesture or sarcastic comment for me to go before you. We share a laugh, but I when I walk in I catch you sneaking a look where my shirt is unbuttoned.
Maybe I glance at you from across the store until you notice, and let the eye contact hold for an extra second or two so you know I wanted you to see. Maybe you just so happen to walk in front me while I’m looking at something to buy, and bend down to grab something from the very bottom shelf.
However it happens, it ends the same.
With my hand between your legs, whispering every single dirty thought you’ve been giving me as you unbutton your shirt. Me moaning praise as you confidently show off everything you can do with your mouth. You gasping as you feel my cock enter you, digging your nails into my back and trembling with enjoyment. The gasps turning into moans turning into pleas turning into screams as you’re bent over, fucked, smacked, ordered, choked, bitten, praised, everything.
I take pictures to show you how goddamn good you look fucking a stranger. I record you begging for my cum and receiving it, both of us exhausting every last drop until we’re both shaking in satisfaction, stupid smiles strown across our faces.
Before we leave, I send you the pictures and videos. I hand you my phone so you can delete any from them you want.
But you leave them on. We’ll both cum to this again.
