Before I met Hayden, I guess I was what you’d call “vanilla.” I’d had a few sexual partners, and with some of them I had a great time, but we usually didn’t get further than the missionary position, and oral sex wasn’t something I had much experience with. Hayden changed all that.
For all intensive purposes, Hayden is not my type. From the outside we are two totally different people. In fact, when I first laid eyes on him, I immediately wanted him for myself, but I felt sure a man of such physical perfection would have no interest in a woman my size.
Hayden is beautiful. He’s slightly taller than me with an even, almost Mediterranean complexion and a taut, toned body. Physically, he’s one of the most attractive people I’ve ever seen, aside from celebrities.
I, on the other hand, have struggled with the idea of fitness for most of my life. Let’s be clear, I consider myself to be attractive. I’m blonde, which doesn’t do any harm, and I take care of myself. That said, I shriek whenever I see a long set of stairs!
Hayden was never one of those men who was off put by me. Of that I am thankful, because the man arouses thoughts and desires in me I didn’t think possible. Then he obliges them. In fact, it didn’t take him long to open me up to a variety of new adventures, which makes me wonder what he has up his sleeve this time. He’s convinced me to accompany him on a road trip to an unknown place, at least on my part. It’s exciting, but for now I’m just content to be next to him.
We’re driving sixty-five on the freeway, and Hayden has his eyes on the road. We haven’t talked for a few minutes, and I’m entertaining a myriad of dirty thoughts.
He asks me what I’m doing when I reach over and start rubbing the crotch of his pants. I say, “Oh, nothing,” and just keep going. It’s not long before I can feel his growing arousal, and I unzip his pants.
“Whoa,” he says, “I’m driving.”
“I’m telling you to pull over, silly.”
Hayden begins to protest again, but as I work the thickness between the folds of his jeans, his complaints cease. He keeps his eyes on the road, and I sit straight, looking out the windshield while I jerk him with my left hand. A car passes and he puts his hand over himself, blocking it from view. I tell him, “Relax. Nobody can see in,” and dismiss his hand with my fingers.
He reaches over and turns the stereo on, and Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds tell me to push the sky away. A smile crosses my face and I rub him up and down to the tempo of the song. It’s nighttime and the ambiance of the music and the stars and the cylinder in my left hand gives an almost haunting feeling to the drive.
My fingers center in the middle point of his shaft, and I brush the lower part of his head with every upstroke. I pull him firmly, but not painfully and his breathing becomes deep and even. I look out the window and count the stars dreamily. I spot Aquarius, the god Ea straining from the weight of his overflowing pitcher and I softly squeeze and release the man in my hand.
We keep driving and I find Pisces, the two fish jumping from the same spot in the water and I wonder where we’ll be on our journey when the spring erupts from between these legs. I look back toward Hayden as I pull the skin on his penis downward, making him extra sensitive to my endeavors, and I lower my head to his lap.
He breathes a contented sigh through his nose and I place my lips around his tightly fitted organ. He adjusts his seat back just a little bit, turning the cruise control on so that I have more room to work with. The song continues as I jerk the base of him and suck the top, and Hayden turns the volume down. He says, “I want to hear you breathe.”
I pull my head back and seal my lips over the rim of his tip, pulling his skin downward again so every sensation of my tongue is amplified, and his knee starts to bounce a little. I lift my head and say, “Are you all right?”
He says, “I’m wonderful. Don’t stop what you’re doing, I love that.” I oblige him. He’s thick and full, and his tip flexes and unwinds as I massage his organ two ways. He goes around a curve and I use him as a handle to keep my balance, my mouth slipping up and off of him, my lips making a loud smack as the suction is broken. I laugh as we come back to a straighter patch of road, and slightly stub his member against my chin. I look up to him and through a giggle I ask him if he’s all right.
He laughs himself and says, “I’m good. No worries.”
I continue to laugh as I put my mouth back around him, causing a wonderful vibration against my lips and his dick. As I can’t laugh forever, I start to hum along to the music, the record having switched over to Our Color Green. I release him from between my fingers and grab the far side of his seat, pulling myself to a better position over him. The music is second nature to me now, and I follow every nuance between breaths, polishing him until he glistens from base to summit.
Hayden reaches across my back and around my body to cup my supple breast. I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, allowing the tension to slack. He slips a hand beneath my low cut top and holds my breast in his hand, tweaking my nipple until it’s thick between his fingers. I feel him swell in my mouth even more, and I put my hand back against him, resting my palm easily over his balls. With the tips of my thumb and index finger, I pull him straight up. He asks me what I’m doing, and I say only, “This.” I run my head all the way down his shaft, kissing my fingers around his base. I slide my tongue over the entirety of him, and suck him hard as I remove my hand and kiss the skin around his cock.
He swerves a little and I pull back, steadying his pulsing manhood as he regains his composure. “Too much?” I ask.
He shakes his head with a desperate reassurance and he says, “No. I just wasn’t expecting it.”
Hayden still has his hand on my breast and I tell him, “Maybe we should pull over.”
He nods and says, “All right, but get your road head in now. When we park, it’s all about you.”
I smile and agree. I say, “Are you ready?” He nods and grips the wheel hard with one hand, my breast with the other, and I pull his penis back into a 90° angle to the ground. I pull the skin toward his body once more because I want him to feel every bit of this. I kiss his tip lightly and open my mouth wide. I seal my lips around different spots on his shaft on my way back down to the base. I remove my hand again, swallowing his hard cock.
It’s not long before I hear the turn signal click and feel the inertia of the car shift as we must be pulling onto an off-ramp. I run my mouth up and down the lower half of him, and he parks. I keep going as Hayden takes the car out of gear. I keep sucking and tonguing him until he rests a hand on my back and says, “It’s your turn.”
I slowly suck all the way off of him and sit up smiling. I wipe the dew from my mouth and ask, “Where do you want me?”
He takes a quick look around the car and tells me to pull my seat all the way forward and sit in the back. He puts himself back in his pants and pulls his seat forward and we open our doors, leaving the keys in the ignition and the music still playing. We’re at a deserted rest stop. We get in the back seat and sit next to each other.
“What now?” I ask, enjoying the simple pleasure of teasing him.
“Get comfortable,” Hayden says, “and I want your pussy right about,” he points to the edge of the middle seat, “there.”
I lift my butt and slide forward and to the center of the back, resting on the curve of the seat. I say, “What now?” and he sighs in playful exasperation.
“Are you wearing panties?”
I smile, “No.”
“Put your right leg on the top of the passenger seat, and your left leg on top of the driver’s seat.”
He helps me lift my left leg and ducks underneath it, straddling the middle of the backseat floor. I try to get my feet on the outside of each seat, but doing that pulls me too far forward, so I set them on top of the head rests. Hayden runs his hands up and down my legs, first on the outside, then on the inside. He runs his hands blindly toward my rift and finds it with both outstretched thumbs. He runs his hands flat up my dress almost to my navel and then pulls them back again, massaging my front. I exude a light gasp as he puts his hands on and around my pussy, already wet with anticipation.
Hayden’s head is underneath the skirt of my dress now, so I can only guess at what he’s going to do next. He uses the pad of one thumb to rub my clitoris in perfect little circles. With the other thumb, he teases my inner and outer labia, feeling them unfold even more as they spread to invite him inside. He plays around with my opening, putting his thumb barely into it, but immediately bringing it back out.
I slip the straps of my dress off of my shoulders and pull the bodice to rest under my bust. My breasts playfully quiver from the motion of his thumbs and the breath in my chest. I hold and dial my nipples with my fingers, letting the rest of my soft tissue rise and fall, pulling faintly against the flesh between my fingers. I pinch out of the pleasant surprise one of Hayden’s thumbs pulling back my hood and then it comes: the hot focus of his tongue.
I arch my back at first, but that rotates me too far downward, so I slouch back and rock my hips against his mouth. Hayden toys with me, teasing me for a few seconds and then returns his tongue and his thumbs, building and releasing the powerful starburst that moves through every part of my body and I can almost feel the colorful strands of aura raise to surround me. He teases me again, and I release my nipples, sliding a hand over my dress until I find the back of his head. I playfully tap on it with four fingers and say, “Just stick me already, will you?”
Hayden laughs loud and hard and pulls the skirt of my dress up to rest on my stomach. He undoes the button on his pants and pulls them down to just above his knees, and he places his hands on either side of my head, slowly lowering himself toward my waiting fold.
He rubs his flared edge against my most sensitive bit, the motion and lubricated friction already bringing me close to coming. He slides himself against me again and again, whetting my appetite. He finally works his point between my soft walls. As he does, my hand shoots down, almost without thought and I’m masturbating as Hayden puts himself all the way inside me. I’m so wet my fingers glide over my nub smoothly and quickly.
He leans forward and kisses my nipples, leaving a dampened ring on each. He teases each bud with his tongue and I close my legs around him, setting my feet on the center console for support. His erection expands my opening, and I shiver in the warm car.
Hayden enters me sweetly, and I breathe in the musky scent of him as he lifts his head to kiss me on the mouth. He leans back, covered in a thin glimmer of sweat, and I pull my legs toward me and beneath his arms. It takes some maneuvering, but I finally rest my calves on his shoulders, my lithe body curled into itself. His eyes grow wide, and I tell him that I’m about to come. My legs quiver against both of our bodies now, and I lay my head back, watching the stars through the back window.
As the waves intensify, my mouth comes open, and I take one of Hayden’s hands and set two fingers inside. I suck on them gently at first and then with more pressure as I come hard over his thick member. My eyes close and I open my mouth to moan loudly. His fingers are still in my mouth, and I allow my chin to go toward him as I can feel the tension growing inside of him. The ripples of the orgasm take control completely now and my eyes fly open, watching the milky way in the shimmering pinpoints of light above us. I gasp and shudder and for a moment the thought crosses my mind that those would generally describe something very different than my present immersion of intense ecstasy, but it’s a brief moment.
My body starts to relax about the time that Hayden pulls out of me, and I take the hand that I had been between my legs and pull him toward me again and again, coaxing him until he explodes. His cum shoots onto my stomach and between my breasts and on my breasts in quick ropes, and I can’t help but bask in the moment as his manhood convulses above my sated pussy. The last thought I have before I close my eyes and the moment comes closer toward its inevitable end is how I never expected an abandoned rest stop in the back of a car to house the perfect sensual moment.
When the breath in both of our chests calms to normal, Hayden lifts himself up and proceeds to restore the car back to normal. A few minutes later, we’re back in the front seat and once again heading down the dark road. Since we met, this sort of rendezvous isn’t really all that abnormal. It’s like we can’t keep our hands off each other, not that I mind.
I watch him driving, unable to dismiss his naked body from my mind. It seems surreal to me that this perfect specimen of the male form is so drawn to me, so fixated on me. He never fails to surprise me with what he can dream up to treat me to, or with.
The first time we were together, I knew Hayden was different. I knew he had things to teach me, and I was ever so eager to learn. That first night he insisted that I sit atop him so that he could provide the added stimulation my clit needed for full orgasm. Before then, I’d never had an orgasm so strong, and never in the female dominated position. It’s safe to say I was hooked right then.
Since then, our sex life has only gotten more interesting, expanding to include positions I’d never heard of and helping me to warm up to sex outside normal social constraints. Gone are the days of missionary sex in my bed after which I’m left wanting that feeling I’ve read about. Now I know what it’s like, and I’m never going back.
Hayden and I drive for hours, intertwining our fingers, singing along to his wonderful taste in music, and occasionally stealing glances at each other across the car. It’s almost sickening how mushy we can be sometimes, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.
When we finally stop, I take a good look around, and Hayden tells me we’ve arrived. It looks like the middle of nowhere, but I recognize this scene from his stories. He’s taken me to the old railroad yard a few towns over. I’ve heard a few tales on our road trip about the afternoons he spent here during his childhood, and it seems the allure hasn’t worn away. Hayden begins to walk, and I grasp at him and follow.
It’s nearly sunrise and the temperature is still cool. He’s wearing a fully loaded backpack, but I manage to huddle into him. He puts his arm around my shoulders. We’re getting close to the abandoned railroad yard, and I can’t wait until we get there. The eerie solitude is already freeing my senses, and I can feel an increase in blood flow that makes me not even want to wait until we get there. Hayden’s arm is around me, and he kisses my forehead as we walk. He says, “It’s right through these trees.”
We walk through a small patch of trees and there it is. It’s large enough that I can’t believe I’ve never seen or heard about it before tonight, but it’s so overgrown that I wonder if it was just completely forgotten. There are dozens of rusted train cars, some made as recently as the eighties, and there’s nobody in sight.
Hayden just smiles and grabs my hand. We run through the graveyard of behemoths and I’m overcome by the exhilaration of the moment. I feel like a teenager again as we dart in between cars on our way to... Well, I’m not entirely sure where he’s leading me.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“You’ll see,” He says, slowing his pace. He leads me by the hand, and we come around a dilapidated dining car. He says, “There it is.”
To look at it is nothing spectacular. It’s a freight or cattle car that looks about twice as old as I am, but it is the only one with its sides open. We walk toward it, and Hayden climbs through the wide entryway. He bends down and gives me a hand, lifting me into the car. I look around, and it’s empty. There’s some dirt and a few empty beer bottles inside, but otherwise it’s quite a bit cleaner than I had expected.
Hayden drops his backpack on the floor of the car and starts unzipping it. He tells me to close my eyes, and I do. I hear the rustling of him removing whatever supplies he thought necessary for our tryst. I hear the rustle of plastic, and the softer rushing sound of some sort of fabric being pulled from the backpack. A couple of hard objects tap against the floor of the railroad car, and in a few seconds I’m hearing the flick of a lighter. I hear a sharper crackle of plastic, and I ask if I can open my eyes yet.
“Almost,” he says, and I can hear him slide the backpack out of the way. It’s a few more seconds of adjusting, and he says, “Okay, open your eyes.”
What I see before me catches me off guard. Hayden’s put a tarp on the ground, and on top of that lies a thick blanket covered with rose-petals. In a circle around the blanket stand eight red candles. I look at the man who had put this all together and when I can formulate the words, I ask, “How did you fit all of this in your backpack?”
He laughs and says, “Well, it wasn’t easy.” I walk straight to him and kiss him passionately on the lips. He steps back a bit, catching his balance and kisses me back. We put our arms around each other, and I am so blown away. I pull away, and we’re both smiling. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.
Feeling the impression that the moment is about to be ruined, I say, “Tell me you’re not sending a text right now.”
Hayden smiles again and says, “Hold on. It’ll be worth it, trust me. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right there.”
I’m not particularly impressed at the break in what is otherwise an extremely romantic setting, but I kick off my shoes and sit on the blanket. I look up to him and he finally starts unlacing his shoes. He sets them on the tarp and sits next to me. He puts his arm around me and taps the screen of his phone. My annoyance and frustration disappear when I hear what comes out of his phone. It’s Lay it Down by Al Green, and I’m almost crying. “Okay,” I say, throwing my arms around his neck, “you’re off the hook.”
Hayden chuckles and sets his phone down to the side of the blanket. We both fall over each other, and I climb on top of him, kissing him deeply. The sky is starting to grow brighter, but nobody is around for miles. He kisses me and we slide back toward the center of the blanket.
I unbutton his shirt, and he lifts mine. The morning air awakens my senses, and I can’t help but be turned on. Hayden removes his shirt, and I kiss his chest. He reaches an arm around my back and unhooks my bra. I kiss his neck, and he reaches between us to unbutton my pants. I nibble on his earlobe, and he unzips my pants. I kiss him on the lips, and I’m reaching my own hands between us.
I rise to my knees and unfasten his pants. I pull them down with an urgency that I can’t quite explain, and I take the underwear with them. I kiss my way up his legs and run my tongue from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip. I run my tongue back down and lightly massage his sac. I very delicately take one of his stones into my mouth and then the other. He exhales deeply, and I run my tongue back up his length.
He says, “This isn’t all about me, you know,” in staggered breaths. I’m not done with what I’m doing yet, but I slide my pants the rest of the way off and move up toward him. I set one knee on either side of his head and bend forward again. I work my core lower, and Hayden guides me the rest of the way. He runs his tongue over my labia, and I grab the base of his cock.
He starts tonguing my clit about the time that I take him into my mouth. I brush the hair out of my face and stretch my back just enough to fit most of him between my lips. Al Green switches over to Marvin Gaye, and I’m having the time of my life. His tongue is skilled and playful. I feel alternating sensations of warm tingling and hot arousal. I can feel myself growing wetter, and I jerk him with my hand and mouth to show my approval.
The sun is getting closer to the horizon as Hayden runs the back of his fingers up and down my sides. My body is wide awake in every sense of the word, and I run my tongue softly over his flared tip. He works his tongue over my clit, my labia, and back to my clit, and I feel that warmth inside growing electric.
I close my eyes and just take in all of the sensations that his body and the cool air provide. I rub him down, my mouth covering him in a thin layer of shine. Hayden puts his arms back onto my tender thighs. I moan a little with him in my mouth, and that moan carries through his bodies only to exit his lips. Marvin Gaye switches over to You Will Be a Hot Dancer, and I start giggling through my nose. I have to lift my mouth from him as I let out a full-throated laugh.
I can feel his chest convulsing with his own amusement, but he doesn’t seem to need the same break that I do. He goes on licking and pleasuring me, and it’s not long before I’m putting him back in my mouth. My breasts press into his lower body, and the heat of our figures mixes with the touch of our motion, and my nipples come alive.
Hayden presses his tongue into my clit, and I press myself into him. He takes great care making sure that he stimulates my pussy and clit thoroughly, and I do my best to reciprocate with his hardness. I got a pretty good response from him when I moaned the last time, so I start humming. The track switches over and apparently what I’m doing has gotten his motor primed.
I raise my head, and climb off of him. We don’t bother exchanging words. I simply position myself over him, facing toward the open door and the rising sun, and lower myself over his throbbing shaft. He’s running his hands over my back as I lean to find just the right spot. Hayden moves a hand around my front and finds a perked up nipple. He lightly squeezes and rotates it as I grind myself on his hard cock.
My pussy is all wetness and warmth, and he tickles that secret place inside of me. The song switches to something, and I don’t bother to figure out who it is as he puts his other hand on my other breast. He squeezes them both gently and makes obscure artwork over my nipples with his fingertips, and he’s so deep inside of me.
I start to moan, but catch myself. He says, “There’s no one around. Let loose. Be yourself.”
The moment’s passed, and too much attention has been brought to it, so I remain relatively silent for a little while. But as Hayden continues to work himself in and out of me with an almost psychic knowledge of what will make me come, I quickly forget myself, and I’m chanting, “Yes. Yes! Oh my god! Oh, fuck me! Oh, I love having your hard dick inside my wet pussy,” and by the time I realize it, I don’t care anymore. Besides, the louder I get, the more vehemently he works his hands over my body and himself inside of me, so that’s reason enough for me to continue.
I’m starting to get close, but I want to look him in the eyes while we both come, so I quickly get up, turn toward him, and slip him back inside of me. His eyes are wide with either surprise or impending release, and I kiss him on the mouth. He holds me close, and I work my clit against his body as I move my hips over him. I reach between my legs and lay my fingers against my clit to give it that extra bit of encouragement, and before I know it, I’m asking Hayden how close he is. “I want to come with you,” I say.
He says, “I’m almost there.”
I moan, “I love the way you fuck me.” I look around and remember the rose-petals and the candles, and I feel a little silly juxtaposing the term “fuck” with all of the elegant romance surrounding me, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His legs are apart slightly and so I put my legs together, tightening my opening and adding to our mutual stimulation. The shivers start to flow through me, growing in speed and intensity. I look at Hayden’s eyes, and they’re half-closed with rapture. He sees my look and nods, so I grind myself hard and fast onto his dick and over my hand, and the car around us seems to shake with the force of my orgasm. As soon as that first contraction hits, I feel him release inside of me and we’re both not quite able to vocalize for what seems like ages.
My legs and my pussy are so wet and the feeling of both of us coming together is beyond anything that I can put into words. The spreading heat between us and inside of me makes the air around us seem as if it were freezing, as our sweaty bodies writhe together in ecstasy. When the everlasting orgasm finally begins to die down, I rest my head on his chest and we both drift into a peaceful oblivion in each other’s arms.
It shocks me when we wake up later, though I’m not sure why. We drove all the way out here, so spending the night should have been understood. The morning air is still crisp, almost biting, and I snuggle in closer to Hayden’s chest. His smell is intoxicating. He wraps his arms around me, pulls me even closer and wraps himself around me. I think I’m in Heaven.
It suddenly hits me that we haven’t eaten in quite a while. The pit of my stomach is growling like two junkyard dogs, and I’m sure it’s not cute. I can’t imagine the activities of our previous night have done much to quell my need either. I nudge him, and he laughs, acknowledging my hunger. Then he opens his eyes, looks into mine and kisses me. It’s soft, but it’s still just as passionate and delicious as the plethora of deep, hard kisses I remember from last night.
“There are breakfast options close,” he says. “I could stand a bite too; my stomach is just a little quieter.”
This comment elicits a playful punch to the arm, and he rolls over onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I can feel him pressing against me, growing harder with every move of mine, and it becomes clear I’m not getting any breakfast without giving him his first.
I love the feeling of his body beneath mine, and I spread my legs to accommodate his thickness. I feel my pussy beginning to drip in response to his firm cock. My stomach is still growling, but neither of us cares at the moment. He sits up to hold me, embracing my entire body in his arms. I love being in this place, and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier, so I wrap my legs around him to appease his appetite before we go for my pancakes.