Brian decides to drive to Scotland to see the White tailed Eagles. He picks up a pretty hitch-hiker before he’s an hour down the road.
This is a three part series. All characters are over 18 years of age.
The problem with Television programs these days is that… they are mostly total rubbish. Soaps, reality or competitions of one sort of another. Even nature programs have a ‘message’. If I watch anything it is sport, mostly but not football, ever (that’s soccer if you live on the other side of the pond). Sports programs tend to carry a lot of advertising and that’s when I channel hop, or make a cup of tea. It was on one such channel hopping sessions that I came across a little item on the White Tailed Eagle.
I’m not a twitcher. I don’t rush all over the country to try and see a rare, off course, migrant but I do enjoy birds, feathered and unfeathered. In fact I enjoy pretty much anything to do with nature or history, the older the better. That’s history not birds, you understand?
It seems that the White Tailed eagle was re-introduced to Scotland back in the 90’s and had done well. They had a plan to re-introduce it to the Isle of Wight in Southern England the following year, 2019. I’d not seen a White Tailed eagle, in the wild before.
Of course I could have waited a year or two then taken a trip to the Isle of Wight, maybe a little over two hours from home, spot the birds and still back home for tea. Like I said, I’m not a twitcher but I am retired and filling time with enjoyable activities is what retirement is all about. Google took less than 10 seconds to tell me that White Tailed eagles were resident in North West Scotland (all year round). That was it then, sorted!
The following morning I organised everything I would need. That afternoon I prepared and provisioned the van and loaded it up ready for a reasonably early start the following morning. I say reasonably because I didn’t want to hit the motorways during the rush hour. I lived about an hour twenty from the nearest motorway so planned on leaving about 8 to 8:30 ‘ish.
Up with the lark and the rain was hammering down on the glass of the conservatory roof. I could barely hear myself think much less hear the ‘snap, crackle and pop’ of my breakfast cereal. Should have checked the weather forecast I muttered to myself as I put my wellington boots next to the ‘things forgotten’ bag by the front door.
The app said things would brighten up around 9 so I made another cup of tea and double checked that nothing else needed to go in the bag. By 9:10 things had indeed brightened up so I made a dash for the van and got on my way. By 9:30 I was approaching the main road with my windscreen wipers clicking back and forth on slow. Traffic wasn’t too bad and we were making 40mph on a 50mph road. At the crest of the big hill behind Brighton I looked ahead into the valley where there was always a bit of a bottleneck. Sure enough the vehicles in the nearside lane were, essentially, stationary. As my eyes travelled back up the line of cars ahead I spotted a figure standing at the beginning of a layby. Hitch-hiker? Hadn’t seen one of them in donkey’s years. Needless to say nobody was stopping and ‘it’, the hitch-hiker was getting soaked with spray from the passing wheels.
My mind went back to the days of my youth. Bin there, done that. Instant decision, if ‘it’ looks respectable then I’d offer a lift. If ‘it’ didn’t I’d be turning off just up the road/or not and offer a lift that far. If all looked good? I’d play it by ear. Flicking the indicator on I slowed then pulled into the layby tooting my horn encouragingly as I eased passed the ‘it’ and pulled to a stop. The rear view camera showed ‘it’ hauling the big rucksack onto it’s back and striding purposely towards the vehicle.
As I’d passed I noticed that both the waterproofs and the rucksack had the same logo that my bad weather equipment had. So, at least whoever it was it was probably outdoorsy and had the sense and the wherewithal to buy decent equipment. I pressed the button and lowered the nearside window just as a pretty, elfin face appeared above the window’s sill. She smiled delightedly.
“Thanks for stopping,” she laughed happily.
“Where you headed?” I grinned back.
I decided that I was definitely going that way.
“Anywhere?”
“Scotland?”
“Scotland? Really?” she responded delightedly.
I pressed the door lock, unlocking the habitation and passenger doors. A second button lowered the electric step.
“Put you gear inside. Could get in and get out of the wet gear if you like?”
She opened the door, took the rucksack off her back and climbed in, closing the door behind her.
“There’s hooks in the shower room and a towel. Put your boots in the shower tray, if you’re comfortable with that?”
She looked around.
“This one?” she asked looking at the long door.
“Yep! Just press the button and it pops out to give you something to pull on.”
She popped open the door, stuck her head inside and looked around.
“Nice,” she observed as she unzipped her waterproof jacket and slipped it off. Reaching in she hung it on a hook and bent to untie her boot laces.
Even with waterproof trousers on I could tell she had a nice bum.
“Sure it’s OK to put these in the shower tray? They’re only wet, not muddy.”
“Perfect. Are you cold? I can make a cuppa if you like?”
“I’m fine thanks, unless you want one? I’d like to get out of my jeans, if you don’t mind? They’re not wet but waterproofs make them feel horrid after a while.”
“No problem. I’ve only been on the road about 40 minutes. I’m good too. Get yourself comfy, no rush.”
The waterproof trousers came off and were hung up with the jacket. She started to undo her jeans while I watched then stopped. Bugger! Looking at her rucksack she tilted it forwards, unzipped the lowest pocket and pulled out the attached groundsheet. Lifting the bag she worked the groundsheet under the bag and put it down.
“Sorry should have done that first,” she apologised, undoing the top and rummaging around inside and pulled out two items, placing them on a seat.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s camper van, a drop of water isn’t going to hurt it. I’m thinking, I’m going up to North West Scotland. I’m happy for you to travel with me until our paths diverge, how does that sound as a starting point?”
“Oh, I’d like to go all the way with you,” she chuckled wickedly.
And I’d like to go all the way with you! My mind responded without a second thought.
“It’s many a long year since a beautiful woman said that to me,” I teased.
A traffic report started on the radio.
“‘Excuse me,” I said turning quickly to increase the volume.
When I turned back she was unbuttoning her jeans. I watched blatantly, hoping she wouldn’t go into the shower unit to actually change. I listened to the report, she stopped unbuttoning and listened also.
“Well, that’s gonna bugger things up a bit,” she declared once the broadcast had finished.
She returned to her jeans and started to slide them off her hips and down, very well aware that I was studying her every move but showing no signs of discomfort.
“We could go right along the M27, up the M3 and take the A34 at Winchester, come out north of Oxford or maybe instead of the M40 the A44 towards Worcester and straight up the M5?” she suggested as she stepped out of her jeans and stood up straight.
She had a great pair of legs. Strong but still womanly. Most certainly a walker if not a full blown hiker. Right at the top was a delicious, smooth pussy with nice, fat, swollen lips. I could see it was smooth because the tiny strip of material that masqueraded as panties was jammed up between the nice, fat, swollen lips. Seemingly unconsciously she slipped her finger under the thin strip ran it down to the bottom and started to straighten it out.
“I could do that for you?” I offered with a dirty, theatrical leer.
She eased her finger out without making the required adjustments and slipped it into her mouth provocatively before sucking on it erotically. She stepped forward, two small paces, and stood well within arms reach. Putting a hand on each of the two front seat backs, placed her feet comfortably apart and looked me straight in the eye.
“Dare you!” she challenged delightedly.
If she was thinking I would chicken out she was thinking of another guy. Without hesitation I reached forward, slipped my finger under the scrap of material and pressed my knuckle gently into her clitty. She sighed and pushed against me. I moved my knuckle up and down making her squirm.
“You’re just rude!” she exclaimed joyfully.
Moving my finger downwards I turned my wrist so I could slide a finger into her cunt.
“Is that more rude then?” I challenged, “And you’re not just damp, you’re sopping!” I declared delightedly.
“No, I’m Robyn, with a ‘y'” she chuckled.
“And I’m Brian, without the ‘y’. Pleased to meet you Robyn, with a ‘y’.”
“If you keep doing that I’ll cum!” she sighed softly.
“All the way to Scotland?” I whispered quietly, keeping my finger in her wet cunt and played with her clit with my thumb.
Fortunately the rain had got heavier and my front screen was opaque. Robyn’s upper body stayed reasonably still but below her slim waist she was frantically fucking my fingers like she’d been without a good seeing to for months. When she finally came she soaked my forearm with multiple squirts and laughed with delight.
“Every step of the way!” she announced gloriously, “every fucking step!”
She took a few moments to compose herself. I eased my finger out of her cunt and my thumb off her clit straightened out the skimpy piece of material and patted her smooth pussy affectionately.
“You’re done, for now.” I told her.
“No point in organising them now, they’re far too wet to wear. I’ll have to hang those up with my waterproofs,” she chuckled, “would you prefer a dress or skirt?”
“Whichever enables me to steal regular looks at more of your beautiful legs,” I stated unequivocally.
“Better be the dress then. I’d usually wear leggings with it. Don’t think they’d be required today, do you? As you’ve tidied up my panties so well would you mind removing them for me. I’d better hang them up to dry.”
I quickly checked that the windscreen was still opaque, knelt between the two front seats and started to work her tiny panties down and off. Dipping my head forward I licked across her perfect smoothness and down to her clitty. She widened her stance giving me easier access. My tongue probed and licked while my lips closed in around all her delicate tissues. I sucked, wriggling my head to pull the delicate flesh this way and that. Robyn rested her hands firmly on the top of my head and her hips began to grind her cunt into my face. She came hard and shuddered forcibly as she covered my hot face with the juices of her pleasure.
“God Brian! How slowly can we drive to Scotland?
“I’m retired. I’ve got all the time in the world. When do you need to be where?”
“Mum would like to see me for at least a few days before I return to Uni.”
“And where would we find Mum?”
“Just down the coast. I could come in each day on the bus but where would be the fun in that?” she chuckled filthily.
“Sussex Uni? Teaching starts last week in September? So I could drop you off at a bus stop beginning of second week September? You have anything else to do during the break?”
“Is it still the 5th June? I’ve had a busy day,” she grinned, “if we say 5th September then that’s 92 days. Can we get to Scotland and back in that time?” she laughed.
“Blimey, that was quick!” (It was also correct), “we probably could. Could go further afield if you’d prefer?”
“I’m reading Maths ‘n’ Physics, aiming for a Masters, so if I can’t do simple add ups and takeaways I’m in trouble,” she laughed, “I’m easy, but you must have realised that already, I’m happy with pretty much anything. Mind if I rinse these through?” she ended picking up her tiny knickers.
“Watch the hot water, it’s very hot. Soap powder and pegs in the cupboard under the sink. Little drying rack on the shower wall.”
She sniffed the flimsy item.
“Narhhh, they were clean this morning and they’re not spunky… yet. I think a rinse through with hand soap will do for now.”
She disappeared into the shower unit, didn’t close the door, and I heard her humming happily as I re-programmed the SatNav for Didcot via M3J11
“Brian, would you mind if I didn’t wear a bra?”
As if…
“What does the alternative look like?” I asked reasonably.
“This,” she answered stepping out into the main part of the van.
My jaw dropped, I know that to be true because she told me to close my mouth, there was a bus coming! She was naked but for an overly full bra that her delicious orbs seemed only to rest on. What a body! Tight, toned and incredibly sexy. The stuff my dreams were made of standing right before me.
She laughed at my instant reaction.
“Or this?” she asked reaching behind her back.
Off came her bra in one easy move. Perfection! Absolute perfection. I studied them with rapt attention. Full! Delicious swelling to either side but firm with a distinct cleavage within which I could bury my cock if the opportunity arose. She’d pass the pencil test even if it was a thick, Zulu, marking up pencil.
“You are perfection personified, can you put up with me leering and salivating for the next 92 days?”
“You just going to drop me off at a bus stop? After all we’ll have been though?” she laughed, “anyway I’m not perfect, my tits are too big.”
“They’re not!” “They are!” “Not!” “Are! Look they’re my tits I know when they’re too big.” “They’re not! Look I’m a man and looking at them, drooling! They are perfect! Don’t argue!”
“Are we having our first row?” she giggled.
“Ohh no, no, no, no no… We’re simply considering the same data from different perspectives.”
“So now my tits are data?” she laughed.
“I would suggest that they are… after all they can be manipulated to achieve the desired results, can they not?”
She roared with laughter.
“Well that’s a new one!”
“Come over here, let me demonstrate,” I coaxed.
“You just want to fondle my knockers… you dirty old man,” she sniggered happily and stepped towards me, “facing you or snuggled in so you can reach around and hold me tight?” she purred.
“Young lady, what we are doing is exploring a very important social phenomenon. Should the status of tits be determined by a single perspective or should other perspectives be included in the equation? Now snuggle in close so I can wrap my arms around you and hold you tight.”
“So you’re going to fondle my tits scientifically!”
I ignored her and slipped my arms under her arms and cupped her fulsome left breast in my right hand and her right in my left.
“Observe,” I suggested, “how perfectly they sit within the cups of my hands.”
She glanced down.
“Bollocks! Thy cups runneth over, in every which way possible. I will say that your cups are significantly larger than any other cup that has cupped my tits though. Feels very nice.”
I struggled to ignore her.
“Which raises my second point. My fingers can now freely explore that which runneth over. I am able to stroke, tease and manipulate your data, to our hearts desire. If, however they were smaller then, when I stroke, we would have less to enjoy…”
“But…”
“Ahha, hang on. Not finished yet. These perfectly delicious areola,” I traced around each with the adjacent fingers.
“You can do both together? In opposite directions?”
“I’m ambidextrous. Where was I? These beautiful, puckered, touch sensitive confections fall exquisitely to hand or finger as you wish. As I stroke they pucker up and tingle excitingly and on the top, the veritable cherry on the cake, the nipple on the tit. Only moments ago it might have been resting, snuggled into your beautiful breast. Content with its world, all warm and cosy but now my fingers have passed by, grazed delicately over the sensitive button and it has awoken, rubbed the sleep from its eyes and peeped out into the exciting world of fingers, a tongue or even teeth that might both excite and inflame.
They stretch out into the world, stroke me, caress me, nibble and pinch me they cry. How could any living soul resist? Now, if you can absolutely guarantee that any reduction in volume. Any alteration in shape or form will not reduce their sensitivity and ability to produce a shared feeling of total pleasure then I might, just might consider conceding that they might be a tad larger than necessary…”
“Ummmm..”
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Something about puckered areola?”
“Yes… well I hope you pay closer attention to your Maths and Physics lectures…”
“Umm if Dr. French was using my breasts to illustrate the properties of vector quantities, you know, displacement, magnitude and direction, I might have a bit of a problem. Please continue.”
“That, of course is my perspective….”
“Was meaning with the demonstration…” she giggled, “I totally see your point of view and concur, the size of my girls gives wonderful benefits for both. Now let me hear you struggle to see the data from my perspective,” she challenged.
I rose to the challenge and Robyn sensed it pressing into her bum.
“Did I do that?” she murmured seductively.
“Certainly did, you needed to ask?”
“All this is not in vain then? Life in the old dog yet, eh? Laters, Baby. Go on then, keep going. I want to hear my perspective from your point of view and don’t ease up on the demonstrations.”
“Imagine for a moment that my hands are the cups of your bra. I lift them up to the position you feel you would like them to rest, thus. Too high? Too low? Left or right a little?”
“Just a touch higher,” Robyn suggested with delight, “maybe out each way a tad?”
I manipulated the data while Robyn adjusted the parameters, it took a while.
“From this position I discover that I or you cannot see my or your feet…”
“Silly bugger,” she chortled.
“That must be difficult when putting shoes or stockings on. Then there’s the problem of not being able to look to see if all the buttons on your jeans are correctly fastened. It would be a little embarrassing if you fumbled with your fingers to check and one or two buttons were unfastened. What would people think? I won’t mention how difficult it must be getting your little panties on correctly…”
“You just did!”
“I just did what?”
“Mentioned how difficult it must be getting my little panties on correctly. You said you wouldn’t. Just like a man, can’t keep his word!” she stretched her head back and kissed me lightly on the cheek, “I think we’re gonna enjoy the next 92 days… and nights. Well carry on then…!”
“The issues are quite simply resolved by the judicious use of mirrors. Were I in control of these matters I’d have an arrangement whereby all aspects of your body were visible from any one position… however I can see there are more important problems. The straps that hold your bra and thus your breasts as you would desire have made quite deep marks in your shoulder. That must be uncomfortable even if you eventually get used to it.”
Taking a pause I bent a little and kissed tenderly all along the dark, deep grooves on her soft skin before working along to her long, slim neck and up to her ear lobe. I nibbled and licked and was pleased that she sighed and wriggled in my arms.
“I don’t wear my bra straps up there,” she whispered softly.
“I can stop.”
“No rush.”
I didn’t rush but eventually continued my examination of the data.
“Does the strain make your back ache?”
“Yes, quite a bit but it’s not so bad if I remember to sit or stand up straight. Only problem is that people then think I’m pushing my tits out to show them off.”
“Are you allergic to nuts?”
“Why? You a nut?”
“Almond oil. I’d happily massage you with suitable Essential Oils if it will help.”
“And there’s me hoping you’ll massage me at least each night, every morning and most lunchtimes when we stop for a break,” she laughed, “you can do massages, proper massages?”
I grinned.
“I can, full body massages. Have you purring like a contented kitten.”
She turned into my arms, placed hers behind my head and pulled my mouth to hers for a soft, tender, loving kiss.
“I just knew when I saw that twinkle in your eyes that you would be fun. Can you also do improper massages,” she giggled wickedly, “I’d better get dressed. It’s stopped raining five minutes ago and the windscreen is all clean and sparkly. No undies, just the dress. Okay with you?”
“Perfect!” I reached up into an overhead locker and pulled out a thin, fleece blanket, “keep that handy just in case the boys in blue pull me over for erotic… err… erratic driving.”
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“If there’s a problem at Arundel you could take the left lane, go into McDonald’s, turn around and come straight out again. Might save a few minutes.”
“That’s why we’ve got to got on so well, so fast, you’re as sneaky as me! How come you know your way around so much? OK, problems on A27 I understand but the A34 to Oxford? That’s not even in the same county.”
“I’m a Scout. Mum was a Cubs leader. Dad was Scouts. No point in me being in the Guides. Went right the way through from Beaver and now I’m a member of the Scout Network. Spent years climbing, caving, kayaking and canoeing, hiking. You name it I’ve done it. Had a fabulous time in the Explorers. When I was eighteen I moved up to the Scout Network it’s fantastic. We plan trips, six or seven of us, go everywhere. Hard exercise all day and hard sex all night. Couldn’t ask for better. Except I’m at Uni now and that curtails my expeditions somewhat,” she finished a little downheartedly.
“Sounds fun, three or four guys and three or four girls?”
“Nooo, don’t be silly, five or six guys and me but don’t get too excited we do take a tent for me… we put the stores in it,” she giggled.
I laughed, loudly.
“You sleep with five or six guys, at once?”
“Don’t actually sleep with any of them… oh, except Christopher. I sleep with Christopher when I can.”
“Christopher?”
“He’s one of the group but his Mum won’t let him come with us every time. He’s 22 but she still thinks of him as ‘her little boy’. She’s five foot nothing and he’s a gallumping great six two. A cuddly giant of a guy. His Mum worries. I had to tell her I’d look after him and make sure he didn’t get into mischief,” she chuckled, “looks a bit slow but he’s a sharp as a new pin and no slouch in the sack either. Very shy. Doesn’t mind watching while others fuck me but won’t fuck me with others watching. When we set up camp we leave a space in the store tent for Chris and me. One thing he doesn’t mind is sloppy seconds. He’s very gentle, considerate. Much more so that the others. I like to snuggle up to him afterwards and sleep cuddled in his big strong arms…” she tailed off.
“Pussy or cunt?”
“Pardon?”
“When I eat you out or fuck you, your pussy or your cunt?”
“Oh, cunt, every time. You’ve got a cock that fires spunk or cum and I eat both and swallow, always. I take it in my arse but you’ll need to be gentle the first few times, I’m out of practice. I’m on the pill, disease and drug free, don’t smoke and only drink in moderation. That cover everything?” she laughed.
“More than I needed or expected. Just didn’t want to upset you by using the wrong words. Women I’ve known in the past have had no problem parting their legs nor offering their mouth or arse but get really upset if I refer to their vagina as a cunt or even a muff. Now if you’d be so good as to pull that leaver on the side of your chair up and swivel towards me?”
She pulled and swivelled.
“Now hoist your dress up to your waist, open wide and lean back into the seat.”
She didn’t question it or hesitate.
“Would it be easier if I lifted my bum up?”
“Next time, when I can use my mouth. Just want to check your cunt’s nice and wet.”
“It’s dripping! Ohhh! That feels soooo very fucking good!”
“You were talking about fucking with Christopher then snuggling with him to sleep. You tailed off after so I thought I’d check the memory had given you pleasure, is all.”
I stroked in and out of her wonderful cunt, removed my fingers and slipped them into my mouth, sucking them clean.
“Oh that is so wonderfully filthy. You’re going back for more I hope?”
“Later, I’ve got to concentrate on keeping you safe and well for tonight.”
“We could pull over, pretend I’ve got a burst pipe and you’re trying to fix my leak,” she giggled.
Pulling the lever she turned to face forward without adjusting her dress at all.
“Thinking of Christopher didn’t make me any wetter,” she said right out of the blue, “I wet my panties when I saw the sparkle in your eye as soon as I appeared at the window. When I climbed aboard and saw there was only one bed I just knew I wanted to be snuggled up in it, with you tonight. Hope I haven’t frightened you off?”
“Frightened me off? No chance! It’s refreshing to meet a young woman who knows what she wants and isn’t worried about making her needs and desires known. I’ll be honest, I’ve been searching for a woman like you for most my adult life. Had one but she slipped through my fingers. I just hope I don’t frighten you off.”
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We’d reached the A34 and were finally heading north. Being a Tuesday traffic wasn’t too bad.
“What you fancy for lunch?”
“A big, fat sausage,” she smirked reaching out a hand towards my crotch.
“Is that with tea or coffee?” I grinned nodding up the road.
She looked up.
“Might not be very good grub. Only one lorry,” she observed, “but two have just pulled out, so maybe not too bad.”
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She pulled the hem of her dress down after she’d slid to the ground. I followed her back down the layby to the grub stop enjoying the tantalising view. She was decent, just. Very only just. If she hadn’t shaved ‘down there’ I’m pretty sure you’d have noticed. She looked totally exquisite, poetry in motion with the hem of her dress bouncing and jiggling teasingly with her every step. I had but one concern, how long could I entertain this beautiful young woman?
“‘m I walking too fast for you Brian?” she teased looking back over her shoulder.
“Only in that you’re reducing the time available to enjoy watching you.”
She slowed and swung her hips exaggeratedly.
“That better?” she laughed, “c’m’on let me let me hold your arm, don’t want you keeling over before we’ve even done the deed.”
“Me neither,” I agreed holding out my arm for her to hook onto.
We reached the end of the parked arctic, the catering van just 20 yards further on. The truck driver was sitting in one of the plastic chairs at one of the plastic tables. As soon as we came into view his eyes locked firmly upon Robyn on my arm. I mentally puffed out my chest with pride. ‘Dream on sunshine, she’s mine’ I sent him by telepathy. Robyn must have sensed it even if the truck driver didn’t.
“Don’t even consider worrying, Brian. You’re stuck with me until we reach my Mum’s at least.”
“You read minds as well?” I teased.
“You went tense, very briefly. Don’t want to feel that in you any more, OK?”
“OK, promise.”
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“Morning! What can I get you?”
She was very large, very jovial and flushed. It must have been hot behind the line of griddle plates.
“I’d like a big, fat sausage to devour, slowly,” replied Robyn saucily.
“Yeah, you ‘n’ me both girl,” the jovial lady chuckled, “suspect you’ve got a lot more chance than me though…”
“You can chew on mine, Darling. Travel with me and I’ll give you a much better ride than the old boy!” came from the table behind us.
Robyn turned very slowly and looked the trucker up and down disdainfully for a few moments as if considering her options. I held my breath. So soon? That’s not fair!
“So, you’ve got more that 10 inches of nice fat man meat have you? Got a mouth and tongue that women dream of having between their legs every night eh? You’re a retired porn star just…”
“Err, Darling, I thought we agreed that we wouldn’t mention that…” I interjected as the trucker looked at her in utter surprise.
“The porn star bit?”
“No, the retired bit. Makes me feel old.”
“Oh, yeah, sorry.”
She turned back to the trucker.
“Forget the ‘retired’ bit, it’s a secret,” she smiled.
The trucker laughed delightedly.
“My Granddaughter,” I said by way of explanation, “just picked her up from University, goodness only knows what they teach ’em these days.”
“They taught her how to put down randy truckers, that’s clear,” chortled the jovial lady, “mind if I use that line myself?” she grinned, “what can I get you, Granddad?”
“Bacon butty please, extra bacon. I need to keep my strength up. Tea or coffee Robyn?”
I ordered two teas. We’d sit at a table.
“Sorry mate, no offence meant,” said the trucker as I turned towards the tables, “your Granddaughter’s a real cracker, can’t blame a man for trying?”
“None taken, where shall we sit Sweetheart?”
“Here?” she suggested pulling out one of the two remaining chairs at the truckers table.
We chatted amiably while we ate. He was headed for Sheffield we were ‘going north’ and I wasn’t Granddad but her lover and she had no thoughts of replacing me anytime soon. Felt good about that.
We both watched Robyn eating her ‘big, fat’ sausage, a glorious piece of erotic delight. I’m certain that the trucker was thinking the same as I ‘I wish that was my sausage!’ She finished, licked her fingers seductively and declared happily;
“I do enjoy having a nice juicy sausage in my mouth,” as she washed it all down with the mug of tea.
We made our farewells as Robyn had important business to attend to. I assumed she needed to use our facilities and didn’t dawdle after wishing the truck driver ‘Safe Journey’ and received the same in return.
“After you, Granddad,” she giggled as I opened the habitation door.
“I thought you were in a hurry?” I replied.
“I am so get in and don’t argue. That’s it, now stop and turn around.”
I stopped and turned. She was still standing on the concrete of the layby looking straight up at me.
“How many times have you made me come so far?” she asked mischievously.
“No idea, two? Three times maybe?”
“Yeah, and the rest. Now it’s your turn.”
She reached up for my belt and started to undo my belt and trousers without moving her eyes from mine. Was she daring me to stop her? It wasn’t going to happen, not after the little exhibition of eroticism she’d just performed.
With belt and trousers undone she started to work everything below my waist downwards while her sparking eyes remained locked with mine. They remained there while her hands worked their way back up my naked legs until I felt her fingers make contact with my rapidly stiffening cock. Her fingers stroked around the head, probed between cock head and foreskin and back to eye of cock. I felt her coating her finger with my pre-cum and still her eyes held mine in their naughty, shining grip. Bringing the slippery digit to her mouth she sucked it in lasciviously. I closed my eyes very briefly. When I opened them again she was grinning wickedly and sliding the finger carefully in and out of her mouth. She opened her mouth and licked her lips while her hand slipped down out of sight.
A hand cupped my balls and massaged them lovingly. The hand bearing the finger that had just been in her exciting mouth stroked against my expanding length. She smiled as I shuddered with delight. I sensed her opening her hand, spreading her fingers so that they could wrap around my shaft then the expression on her face suddenly changed to one of shock.
She looked down quickly.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed and looked up again locking her eyes with mine, “I thought I was joking,” she laughed.
“It’s not 10 inches,” I admitted.
“M’be not but it’s not yet rock hard either, and it’s way bigger than Christopher’s and his WAS the biggest I’ve seen let alone enjoyed!”
Pulling my throbbing cock head towards her she opened her mouth wide and welcomed it inside. I felt the soft, warm, velvety softness of her mouth enveloping my cock. Closing my eyes, I rested my hands on the supports by the side of the door way and let the waves of utter delight wash over and through my body. It had been a very, very long time since I had enjoyed such a glorious experience. The teasing had stopped, it had done the job required, now the beautiful young woman was taking her time to bring about my climax.
I sensed rather than felt or saw her hand waving about and opened my eyes just as she slid my aching cock from the warm cave of her mouth.
“Put both hands on my head, fuck my face and fill my belly with your spunk!” she instructed.
I did as I was told taking it steady, with shorter strokes so as not to cause her pain or problems. She bobbed her head indicating that harder and faster was required. I followed instructions, still concentrating hard on not forcing my meat too deep into her throat. A slight movement caught the corner of my eye.
“Sweetheart, we’ve got an audience,” I said softly.
Working her mouth back up my cock she released it with a very satisfying ‘POP’. She turned to look at the truck driver.
“Come a bit closer. You can look but don’t touch and if you jack off don’t cum on me, OK?”
He nodded and eased forward while fishing in his pants for his cock. At 4 feet distance she stopped him.
“Behave and we’ll all have a good time, OK?”
She went back to administering to the needs of my cock while the trucker freed his cock and started to stroke urgently. I looked and grinned inwardly. Nothing to worry about there. The slight intermission had taken the edge off and Robyn set about rebuilding the situation. Again I closed my eyes and wallowed in the sheer pleasure of feeling a warm, wet, soft, expert mouth sucking greedily on my cock, it had been a very long time since… A hand grabbed mine and placed it very firmly on her head. I took the hint and placed the other alongside it. Her head bobbed eagerly so again I took that hint as well and began to face fuck my beauty as urgently and deeply as I felt was safe.
“Getting close, Sweetheart.”
Instantly the mouth moved back and my cock exited with another delicious ‘POP’. She looked around at the wanking trucker.
“Unzip me, nothing else, then step back again.”
He followed her instructions perfectly without missing a beat. The love of my life looked up at me and smiled wickedly. Pulling the dress up and over her head she handed it to me.
“It’s the only one I brought with me. Don’t want it covered in spunk on the first day, do we?” she giggled happily.
“OH Fuck!” exclaimed the trucker loudly, “You’re a fucking Goddess!”
I doubt my love even heard him. She grabbed both of my hands and pushed them firmly against her head, and bent to feed my cock hungrily back into her mouth. I face fucked her, very nearly loosing all control but when I backed off a little her head just pushed harder onto my cock head.
“Coming Sweetheart,” I called out urgently.
She redoubled her efforts, wrapping her arms around my legs she pulled me deeper and deeper into her throat. I let go, both barrels and felt my spunk driving hard and fast up my shaft to pour into the warm, welcoming mouth at the top.
PUMP!
A pause.
PUMP!
A pause.
PUMP!
A ‘Pop’ then my cock was free. She looked up, back into my eyes, hers sparking with excitement. She wanked my cock urgently.
PUMP!
Spunk splattered her face from a range of six inches.
PUMP!
A string of spunk draped itself across her delicious left breast.
PUMP!
Her glorious right tit had a matching stripe.
PUMP!
Her belly button disappeared briefly. As the spunk slipped free it worked it’s way down towards her cunt.
Her mouth wrapped around the head on my cock as she made absolutely certain that nothing had been wasted.
“Feed me!” she said at length totally ignoring the panting trucker behind her.
I started with her beautiful face, delicately scooping up my still warm spunk on a single finger and carefully transporting it to her open, waiting mouth. She licked and sucked my finger with the arrival of each load until her face only had a thin sheen of shimmering spunk that only a tongue could remove.
I bent and licked her clean lovingly then kissed her deeply, our tongues entwined and she endeavoured to suck up what little spunk remained in my mouth.
“Swap places.”
My turn to give instructions.
I fed her from the left breast finishing with my tongue and delivering personally to her waiting mouth. I repeated the process on her right then knelt on the step as my Darling had and explored her belly button hole with my tongue, scooping up as much as possible onto mine before delivering it directly to hers. I knelt once more to catch the thin dribble that was steadfastly headed for her glistening cunt.
“You could help that on its way if you like,” she suggested salaciously, “I’d like to know that some of your spunk was in or around my cunt while we were driving, even if it wasn’t delivered in the time honoured fashion.”
Flattening my tongue I dragged it carefully upwards from just above her clitty to her belly button. Ducking down again and using both thumbs I parted her scrumptious petals and thrust my tongue as deep between them as I could before bringing it back to her clitty. Sucking it into my mouth I flicked it with a hard tongue tip. She shuddered violently so I kept going until she forced my head away from her body with strong hands.
“Not fair! It was your turn,” she giggled.
“Never your turn nor my turn, always our turn.” I suggested.
Robyn looked up, smiled and looked back down at me. She flicked her eyes over behind me. I turned. The trucker was leaning against the chain link fence that bordered the layby.
“You OK?” I asked carefully.
“Yeah! Fuck that was so fucking hot! Don’t think I’ve ever shot such a load. I’m knackered. Hat’s off to you pal.”
“Thanks, we’ll be heading off in about 10, Drive safely.”
“Many thanks! Having you present really made it special,” called Robyn from behind me, “have a safe journey.”
Part 2 to follow, if you wish?