Max Rides the Tail of the Rainbow

"If you give me a lift as far as you're going, I'll go topless the whole trip."

My publisher is out to kill me. At least it feels that way.

All along my signing tour of the East Coast, he kept after me to turn in chapters of my next book, bitching the whole time that I was 'wasting time' driving myself everywhere when I should be working. Joke's on him though, because I use talk-to-text on the road while I run plots and knock out sections, sitting down at my laptop to tie bits and chunks together and clean things up that sounded good in my head but read like shit on the printed page. I get lots of work done while driving or stuck in traffic.

And I NEED those rest breaks getting laid to keep the imaginative juices flowing. Along with other juices flowing.

Remind me to tell you about the woman whose pussy tasted like a s'more sometime.

I finished my manuscript and turned it in while in Boston and the editors are busy tearing it down into my fourteenth novel as we speak. So, I'm ready to kick back, maybe catch the last few Flyers games or the first few Phillies games, sort my notes for the next book and the usual stuff associated with being 'between projects' when I get the phone call from my agent. The publishers have set me up with a four-stop signing tour to announce the new book and keep the momentum of the last thirteen going and I need to be ready to fly to St Louis in five days.

Okay, full disclosure here- I'm not so keen on flying if I can avoid it. I find it nerve racking, boring as shit, and it gives me a screaming headache. The last one is an air pressure thing that all the gum in the world can't deal with. Any flights over 3 hours, I will absolutely bypass if I can.

Philadelphia to St Louis? That's fourteen hours by car on the highway. I can do that in my sleep. I think I HAVE done that in my sleep. My bags were packed and I was ready to roll before noon. Took me a few more hours to actually get out the door, but I was ready to go.

I was a bit West of Harrisburg on I76 when I pulled over for gas and a quick meal. I was in no hurry to get to my hotel and felt the need to keep both tanks full. I topped off the gas, then went inside to have a nice sit-down meal in a chair that wasn't moving. I chatted with the clerk for a bit (Pretty woman with long multi-colored braids in her hair who just got dumped by her cop ex-husband for a younger model from Jamaica. He was obviously not good enough for her and I said so. Hell, if Harrisburg wasn't a 2-hour drive from Philly, I might have considered dating her on the regular. Or, at least, tried to hook up with her if I was in the area longer (Her shift didn't end for another 6 hours and I wasn't going to wait that long.).), then found my seat and started eating. A bus pulled out of the rest stop and I was left, more or less alone in the place.

I was fully lost in plotline-land, staring off into space so far away from where I was that I completely missed the young woman who came rushing out of the Ladies Room, looked around outside frantically before running back up to the clerk. They chatted a bit, then the clerk directed the younger woman over to my table. Obviously, my pussy hound radar is on the blink, or I'm relying on the SI App a bit too much these days, because I didn't even notice her until she flopped down in the chair across from me.

"She says you're heading West, that right?" she asked grumpily, a stark contrast to her overall looks. When the clerk had several brightly-colored braids, this young woman had shaved her head on one side and the other was a professionally done rainbow color shift that fell down to about her cheek. She also sported a very nice rainbow tattoo across the parts of her upper chest peeking out from the neck of her jacket. When she sat, her coat opened enough that I could see she wasn't wearing a top. Or a bra. And boy, did that valley look nice.

So, when she made her proposal up there, she sweetened the pot by flashing me those barely covered little globes- one pierced with a pot of gold bangle and the other with a leprechaun, I wasn't about to say 'No.'. I'd say A-cup, maybe a smaller B.

Hindsight wants me to make myself look cooler by remembering I said something like-

'I'll drive you all night long.' or 'Does the carpet match the drapes and mural?' or 'Do I get to taste your Lucky Charms?' or 'I want to taste the rainbow!' or 'I hope you taste like Skittles.'.

Reality steps in and reports I answered this way-

"I'm heading to St Louis. You want a burger or something before we leave?" Spoken in true Mr Suave, hook-up style, through a mouthful of fries.

She did, which gave me time to recover. I knew she wasn't an underaged runaway at least. The tat on her chest told me that much. Also gave us a little time to chat before we hit the road. Sha said her name was 'Rainbow', which she'd changed from her given name of Rahne for family reasons (Mostly they didn't approve of her lifestyle choices.) and she stripped under the name 'Aurora'.

"I'm on my way to St Louis too," she said between bites, wolfing down her meal like she hadn't eaten in a few days. She'd asked for a pair of extra-long hog dogs- the first she devoured and the second she ate slowly, with more meaning. Licking and sucking on the exposed meat before biting it off slowly. "I was on a bus that stopped here but got off to go finger-bang myself in the bathroom while everyone else was getting snacks. By the time I got myself off, they'd left." I was getting the sense that she was very frank and open about her sexuality. Not sure what clued me in though. "Charletta over there says another one will be by tomorrow, but I really don't want to waste my night sitting in a highway rest stop just to get back on with a bunch of grannies and creepy dudes."

"What's leading you West?" I tried not to look at her bare skin through her reopened coat once more showing me her cleavage and bare belly, but damn, it wasn't the food making my mouth water. At least the clerk wasn't watching me perv my companion, chatting instead with another customer.

"Sex," she replied, taking a long pull at her fountain soda and making my pants even tighter, if that were possible. "I dropped out of college to strip on stage and fuck myself stupid online, both of which pay better than being groped up by frat bros between keg stands. I figure I've got a few years of being a fuck toy left in me before I'm not getting the hits or bucks any more so until then I occasionally whore myself out to other camgirls or couples looking for a playmate. They pay my way; I come join them for a few days to be their guest slut. I'm always horny, so it all works out."

"I suppose that's as good a reason as any," I said, bending to pick up the large gym bag she said contained everything she owned- clothes, phone, laptop and toiletries.

"Can I just say," she remarked, walking backwards to wave goodbye to the clerk who had steered her to me. "That Charletta is stupid hot and she just doesn't know it? If I ever make it back this way, I think I want to stop here and fuck her on the floor."

Surprised that she hadn't set off the Slut App, I decided I needed to increase my Virgin Killer status and helped her download it to her phone after we got to my SUV. We were back on the highway before she broke the enchantment of setting up her profile.

"I am going to have so many badges," she gloated, practically drooling with anticipation. Quite casually, she leaned the seat back, stripped off everything but her sneakers, put on a pair of cartoon character sunglasses and went back to scrolling through the app. Her free hand drifted at first to her exposed pussy and then to my arm, pulling my hand to her leg.

"Unless I read you wrong and you're gay," she said, watching me over the rim of her sunglasses. She pulled my hand closer to her crotch. "You aren't gay, are you?"

"Not even slightly," I assured her, rubbing my hand up and down her silky thigh. My fingers brushed the little tuft of blond pubic hair at the top of her slit. I could just make out two small tattoos on either side of her bush- 'Lucky You' and 'Pot o'Gold'. I watched in the mirror as she sighed contentedly, shifting her legs open a little more. "I just didn't want to rush. We've got a good ten hours on the road before getting to St Louis. Might as well savor it, right?"

"Mmhmmm," she moaned quietly, my fingers finally starting a slow massage of her outer pussy.

Out of sight of most other vehicles on the road, she lay there casually, soaking up the late afternoon sun, occasionally waving to any truckers lucky enough to look down at us as we passed them by. After a few hours, the news must have gotten out, because more than a few of them had cameras at the ready. By then, she had taken over, slowly teasing herself through orgasm after slow orgasm.

We did talk too. We discussed our various travels around the country- me on tours or research trips and her nomadically bouncing from bed to bed with no fixed abode to speak of. The longest she'd stayed anywhere since college had been three months with a sugar daddy in Wine Country who thought he owned her because she liked sleeping with him. Apparently, that had been a messy breakup and why she'd left California last year. All she really needed was in the large bag she rarely let out of her sight, which is why she still had it when the bus left her stranded.

We talked about how school hadn't really worked out for either of us- her going for sexual psychology and my being at college because I was expected to be at college and it not really going anywhere. I think I have my two-year general studies degree in a box somewhere, but I still ignore the Alumni phone calls and emails. Neither of us found it satisfying, or even useful.

Mostly though, we talked about sex- the people we'd been with, the things we tried that worked for us and those that didn't. We talked about the times that things went a little too far and the chances we missed. She told me about working onstage, taking her clothes off for cash and the struggles of making tip-out when you're the new girl in town and only there for a few weeks or months, other dancers being bitchy backstage because she's taking money from them and steering problem clients to her. I talked about sexual adventures brought on by the Sluts app and the opportunities I wasn't even looking for falling into my lap in very unusual places.

I found myself holding her hand as often as I played with her pussy and I felt okay with that.

She lamented that the dash would not hold onto the suction cup of her dildo so she could give me and others a really wild show.

A little after sundown we hit a stretch of construction where the state had closed off one lane of the highway for miles in one long, straight line. With no cars ahead or behind and barely any room to pull over, let alone stop, it felt like a very lonely strip of road.

Sitting up and looking around for the first time since our last stop for gas, Rainbow decided then was the best time to enjoy herself in a new way. I hit the cruise control, eased the seat back and gave her room. Her skilled hands pried open my belt and jeans, freeing my cock, already sticky with pre-cum after hours of neglect. She made sympathetic noises then, with her pert ass in the air, dropped down to lick me clean. It didn't take her long to stop licking and start sucking. Unbidden, 'Panama' started playing on the radio.

I tried to last, thinking about baseball or puppies or something totally non-sexual. Yeah, no. The car smelled like her orgasmic pussy. Her head moved up and down with a rhythm that would have made a finely tuned engine ashamed of its own inefficiency. And the noises! Happy slurping, humming and that damned contented purring that turned her whole head into a vibrator!

I didn't have a chance. I lasted three, maybe five whole minutes.

I warned her I was about to cum, but she already knew. Giggling, she dropped her head down, capturing half my shaft in her mouth. Her lips clamped tight, and I could feel her starting to swallow. Her hand twisted up and down. My free hand slid up her spine, tangled in her hair and held her down.

Balls tightening, I tried counting to ten in every language I knew how to. She giggled again and I let loose.

Thank you, automakers, for power steering and cruise control because I was not a good driver for the time it took for my balls to empty down her throat. She took it all, milking my shaft until I ran completely dry, making contented noises the whole time.

By the time she sat back on her heels in the passenger seat, my vision had more or less cleared. She didn't let go of my cock, hardening once more in her grip. In the dash lights, I could see a bit of spit and cum dripping out of the corner of her sad smile.

"Everything ok?" I asked, caressing her arm gently. "Sorry I came so quickly, but you did NOT make it easy to last as long as I did."

Rather than answer right away, Rainbow showed off her agility and prowess by throwing her leg over me and sliding into my lap. Anyone who drives an SUV knows there really isn't the legroom on the sides for this normally, but she made it work. I was too distracted by what she was doing to try and figure out how. A wiggle of her hips and, for the first time, my cock slid up into her pot of golden heat.

We both moaned.

She leaned her bare breasts against my clothed chest, grinding her hips in a way that gave us both pleasure, but would not rush to the end. One hand maintaining a death grip on the steering wheel, I held and supported her firm dancer's ass with the other. She kept working her hips and belly, clutching and releasing my dick while it gyrated around inside her. Our breathing grew labored together.

I started to pull over. If I came again with her in my lap, I would have lost control of the car and it would have been daybreak before anyone found us in some poor bastard's corn field. And she deserved my full attention.

"No, not here," she pleaded breathlessly in my ear, still grinding her hips against me. "Keep going."

"We're gonna crash if I don't pull over," I replied, my own breath ragged. She leaned in and bit my neck gently.

"A hotel then," she countered, kissing where she bit. "Please. Don't fuck me and leave me in the middle of nowhere."

"Wait. Has that happened to you?" I stopped squeezing her ass and hugged her to my chest as best I could. She kept working her hips for a little longer, then gave up.

"A few times," she confessed, slowly going through the steps necessary to get off my lap (Much to the dismay of my cock.) and back into the passenger seat. "Guys think 'Oh, let's take the Easy Slut out to the woods to fuck' and don't like it when I say 'no thanks' to jerking off a cow or screwing bent over some stinky doghouse so they dump me there. And I got jumped and dumped by a bunch of jealous titty dancers because I made a bunch of money one night. Cracked a rib and pissed blood for a week that time. I don't like fields."

"I don't blame you." I felt ashamed of myself just then. She'd been naked most of the trip, but this was the first time she seemed vulnerable. "I don't think I want to drive all the way through tonight anyway. Let's stop and get some food and rest."

"Oh, you think I'm going to let you get some rest huh?" Now she smiled that smile that brightened the car again. "Good luck with that!"

Alright, longtime readers will expect me to stop here since I've gotten through most of the same basic stuff and hit the highlights- I meet a woman, she'll take clothes off if I agree to let her ride along for the next several hundred miles, we fool around until dark, then we get a hotel and fuck for several more hours. If that's all you're here for, you can go ahead and stop now. Yes, I'm going to talk about us getting it on in the hotel for a bit, but my story with Rainbow doesn't really stop there.

It took two more exits before we found a hotel. First gas and late-night highway food with little-to-no nutritional value, drinks and a bottle of Fireball. The poor hotel clerk couldn't take her eyes off of my companion's chest (She'd put her jacket back on but didn't bother to close it.) long enough to get the keys right on the first try. At least we didn't have to ride up and down the elevator three times. We cracked open the Fireball before we got the door open.

As you would expect, she was naked before I set the bags down, pulling at my clothes as the door shut behind us. Less than five minutes later, our tongues fought a fierce battle for supremacy while we waited for the shower to heat up, our hands roaming all over each other's bodies. Wrapping her legs around my hips, she bounced up and down on my cock under the spray of tepid water, supported by my hands squeezing her hot little ass.

I had to put her to the wall when I came, shooting hard into her warm pussy while my knees shook from the effort. I could feel her cumming shortly thereafter, her pussy squeezing my cock and asshole clenching at my fingers. Only then, as we both gasped for air and I tried to set her down without losing my footing, did our mouths come apart and we stopped kissing.

The heat from our bodies steamed away any residual water before we stumbled out of the bathroom to collapse in a tangle of arms and legs on the bed. We took the time to rest, rehydrate and feed each other the food we'd bought at the store. The whole time we touched, kissed and otherwise reveled in the sheer presence of each other. We maintained physical contact for at least twenty minutes, only stopping when she hopped off the bed to dig around in her large bag, coming back with a nearly empty tube of lube.

She emptied the bottle into her hand, using it to stroke me back to full hardness while she sat astride my knees. I think we both knew at this point that this was it for the night. In spite of the magical abilities of some men to get hard and orgasm bucketloads of semen multiple times over the course of an hour, I'm simply not built that way. Not to mention we were both a little drunk by then too. That Fireball isn't GOOD whiskey, but it gets the job done when you're already tired.

"That's it baby," she whispered encouragingly to my dick in her hands. "Get nice and strong for me. Rainbow needs you in her naughtiest place."

Climbing up my body, she rose to a squat. Aiming my cock in one hand, she slowly started to settle, letting my round, full head slick with lube press against her tight asshole. She gave me a full view, spreading her knees wide while leaning back to balance her hands on either side of my knees. I massaged her open thighs, watching the pleasure on her face as she rode her ass up and down my hard cock. I rubbed my finger s lightly over the tuft of golden hair at the top of her slit. Her mouth dropped open in a little moan when I spread her lips with my thumbs.

"That's... that's not fair," she moaned, struggling to keep from sitting down and completely impaling her ass on my cock. I started getting my thumbs wet rubbing her pussy. She lost the fight and fell down, filling her tight cavity completely. The trembling climax started in her thighs, but soon took over her whole body. "That's dirty pool."

"Dirty pool?" I laughed, pushing my arms under her thighs and lifting her off. "Alright then, my filthy pixie, how's this?"

I tossed her on the bed and rolled quickly off. Tugging her around to the edge, I pushed her knees up and open, pinning her down. Encouraged by her bitten lip and wide eyes, I rapidly pushed my still lubed cock back up her snug hole, driving until my balls slapped her bum. I watched her over and over mouthing the words 'yes-yes-yes' to each thrust of my hips. In and out as deep as I could go on every stroke. She played with her tits, jammed fingers into her pussy. Her eyes rolled back and her body shook.

She'd done this twice by the time I managed to finally cum the last time that night. By then, everything hurt in that pleasant 'hard exercise' way- my back and legs would hate me in the morning until I hydrated. My arms were so weak, I wasn't sure if I could lift a toilet seat. And holy fuck did my dick and balls ache! I'd nursed along a hard-on most of the day and going 'around the world' with Rainbow at the end hurt in ways that made me start to understand S&M.

No, not really. I still don't get the appeal, but to each their own.

Anyway, this is where I would normally give a wrap-up and tell you there was another story for another day. But that's not happening here either. Suffer.

I woke hours later in dire need of a piss. I limped to the bathroom, did what I had to do and padded back as quietly as possible. Like most folks, after I peed, I felt compelled to drink something, so I cracked open the big bottle of OJ I'd grabbed at the store and started chugging it down. That's when I heard her whimpering and crying.

"You ok?" I whispered (As one does in the middle of the night), but she didn't answer. I started around to her side of the bed and froze. She pawed at the spot I had occupied and, not finding me, clutched at the pillow I'd been using and pulled it close. Could it be that she had abandonment issues? Some sort of fear of being alone?

Two in the morning, nursing a minor hangover from dehydration, naked in a strange hotel room is not really the time and place to be psychoanalyzing the woman who just fucked you into a stupor and I at least had the sense to recognize that. Instead, I did something probably pretty stupid. I took all the emergency cash out of my wallet and stuffed it deep in her bag- about five hundred dollars all told. I figured that would give her a bit more of a cushion if she needed it. I kept telling myself I wasn't paying her for the sex, she'd given that freely up front, but it still felt that way.

Not that I have any problems with sex workers, I've visited a few over the years and paid them what I could over their price if possible. That was just business. This felt worse. Especially when I climbed back into bed and she tossed the pillow aside to snuggle right into me with a contented sigh.

When I woke again several hours later, I found her still beside me, lying in the 'superstar' position, on her back with limbs everywhere and snoring lightly. Of course, being the considerate bedmate I try to be, I ducked under the sheets and woke her up by eating her out. Only when assured she was awake, I crawled on top of her and fucked her slowly to make sure it took.

Shower, dressed, checkout, then over to a nearby Waffle House for breakfast- we were back on the road with only three hours or so to get to St Louis. We hadn't gone a mile before she leaned the seat back and stripped down to her sneakers again. My noble streak rarely rears it's head in situations like this, but I felt compelled to tell her she didn't HAVE to be naked if she didn't want to be. Putting on her cartoon sunglasses and lacing her fingers into mine, she smiled and made herself comfortable.

We continued to talk about things that didn't matter and I avoided the pitfall of asking her about her disrupted sleep. I let her know where in St Louis I was staying and what stores I'd be visiting for signings. I'd leave word at the desk of my hotel to give her a key if she came by and I wasn't there. She told me about the camgirl she was staying with and the clubs she'd be visiting to strip in, if only for a month or two. If she got a spot, she'd text me to come watch the show if I was still in town. She didn't know where she'd be going afterwards.

I ALMOST asked her if she wanted to come back to Philadelphia with me. But I didn't because it would have been awkward and pathetic and a number of other things I told myself in the quiet moments while we rode along.

The GPS directed us off the highway towards the shopping mall where she's arranged to meet her friend. Neutral ground and all that. She started pulling on her clothes, then looked over at me, biting her lip.

"Do you ever regret it?" Pulling on her sweatpants without taking off her shoes, she spoke quietly, not looking at me.

"Regret what?"

"Your life? Being on the road all the time? Not really having anyone special to share it with?"

I sat for a minute, staring ahead and trying to figure out how best to answer in a way that wouldn't give her the wrong impression. She pulled on a thin top with spaghetti straps and a low neckline, showing off her tattoo. Maybe I SHOULD ask her to come back with me? No. We barely know each other and the way we do? A good fuck isn't necessarily the basis for a healthy relationship.

"There are a number of things I regret doing or not doing. You're right, I don't have anyone to share my life with. Not many close friends and not many folks will miss me when I'm gone." Which is true. My folks passed away while I was in college (Freak accident involving an elderly driver at a drive thru having a heart attack. Pretty much the only reason I've got enough banked to not need a second job to support me while writing.) and my cactus doesn't give a shit. "But there's time. I have to trust that the Cosmos, Fates, 'God' if you must, has a plan for me. Just like they have a plan for you. They have a plan for that dude over there in the really ugly coat. I don't know what I'm doing any more than anyone else does and those people who say they've got it all locked up- stay away from them. They're delusional and most likely psychotic."

I took her hand now that she was, sadly, dressed.

"I don't regret meeting you, Rainbow. And I want you to be happy following the very unique path laid out for you as it is revealed in time." I pulled the car into the parking lot of a strip mall at the direction of the yakking little box on the dash. I pulled into a spot, parked and squeezed her hand. "What I do regret right now, is that our paths have crossed for so little time and I only got to know a small part of you."

She wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. I hugged back until she let go. Our lips met in one more kiss, passionless but warm.

"Take care Max." she said, closing the door behind her.

"Take care Rahne," I told the closed door.

Okay, okay you pervs, there's the end of this tale. Happy?

For those of you wondering though, Rahne isn't out of my life for good. But when I meet back up with her? That's a whole other story. ;)