“So tell me again why we’re driving when we could be flying?” I complained, stretching my arm out to adjust the collar of Justin’s shirt.
“Because it’s an adventure Ali! And because it’s just you and me.” He slid his eyes over to me with a wink, his fingers drumming the steering wheel.
“An adventure?” I gestured toward the nothing that stretched out in front of us and the more nothing trailing behind us, only half-serious.
“Yes, an adventure.” He nodded, pretending not to notice that I was being disagreeable.
We were about 200 miles outside of California, on I-15, making our way to Stratford. He was taking a short, much needed break, and had made it clear from the start that I was coming with him.
“You better be glad I like you.” I sighed.
“You like me?” He laughed with feigned surprise.
“Yeah…you’re kind of growing on me.” I dug in my purse, searching for my lip-gloss. “Besides dummy, jokes on you, you seem to be forgetting all the fun we have on airplanes.”

“No, I haven’t forgotten…remember that flight to Cleveland last summer?” He adjusted his rearview mirror casually, but I could see the smile playing on his lips.
I flushed, the memory vivid. His hand slipping up my skirt underneath a soft blanket in first class, making me cum with merely two fingers as he casually told that flight attendant that yes, we would care for a drink.
He looked over at me, his eyes taking on the sleepy quality that they always did when he was aroused, and I knew that he knew I had been replaying the memory.
He reached down and stroked his cock gently through the black denim of his jeans. I could see that he was hard as a rock. My own hand found its way over on its own accord. My need to touch him had always been second nature.
He licked his lips, causing them to shine. I couldn’t resist leaning in to slide the tip of my tongue against their plump softness.
Moving his hips upward slightly he nodded his head towards his zipper, I immediately complied. Tugging gently to unfasten the button and slide down the zipper. Slipping my hand inside I stroked the soft, delicate skin that was in such contrast to the rigid, throbbing shaft it covered.
He moaned, a small sigh of pleasure escaping him, but his eyes remained on the road.
“What if somebody see’s?” I asked, placing gentle kisses along the silky skin of his neck.
“Come on Ali…” his hips rose once more as he moved himself against my hand.
I pumped my fist softly up and down the length of him in return.
“Please…” his voice was quiet, but he really wasn’t begging, he knew he didn’t need to. “Put it in your mouth…for just a minute.”
Relenting, as we both knew I would, I leaned down and pulled his cock from his pants, exposing it completely for anyone sharing the road with us to see, and stroked it a few more times. His smooth, satiny head just barely grazing my lips.
He moved his eyes away from the highway for just a moment to look down at me, our eyes locked as I stroked the sensitive underside of his cock with the tip of my tongue. Lazy laps as though he were an ice cream cone I wanted to savor.
He moaned again, louder this time. Frustrated. Always quick to become impatient when he doesn’t get his way.
“Put it in your mouth…” It was bordering on a bossy demand, which he knew would cause me to prolong this little game, so he changed tactics.
“Come on baby…” he begged, his voice low and sexy. “Suck it. Put those pretty lips around my cock…please.” He knew I would not…could not, deny him any longer. When he talks to me like that, he gets his way…every time.
I took him into my mouth, our bodies both relaxed with relief as I sank my lips down around him. I took him in down to the base, gagging slightly against the length.
He groaned with pleasure and buried his hand in my hair as I began to work up and down his cock, my hand stroking his velvety shaft, trailing behind my mouth as sucked.
“Oh yeah…” he pumped into my mouth as though he were fucking me. “Just like that…”
Though I wouldn’t have thought it was possible I felt him growing harder against my tongue as his salty precum greeted my taste buds.
He tugged my hair harder, following me as I slid him in and out of my mouth…his breath growing heavier.
“Oh god…” he gasped. “Don’t stop…make me cum baby.” My head spinning with lust as he begged.
“Do it…” he moaned, low and gravely. “Do it…I’m gonna cum. Oh god Al...Shit!” He was fucking my mouth harder, deeper, as I waited impatiently for him to fill my mouth with his hot, creamy load.
His words gave way to gasps and moans, increasing in urgency until, at last, his cock began to jerk wildly, spurting his delicious milky cum rolling down my throat. I sucked greedily until I was sure I had gotten every bit of it, gently lapping up a few drops that had rolled down his dick.
When to my disappointment, there was none left to be had, I gently returned his softening member to the inside of his jeans. Zipping and buttoning them carefully. He held his arm at an awkward angle allowing me to baby him, and then drew me into a deep kiss for just a moment.
I slid back into the passenger seat, straightening my shirt, finger combing my hair back into place. He waited in silence until I was through before he gave me the ‘I told you so.’
“See?” a contented smile spreading across his face.
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…you were right Justin…driving can be fun too.”