Breckenridge Pt. 01: Curves

Breckenridge Pt. 1

Curves

Driving through the snow covered passes of Colorado makes for an exciting ride. The winding roads, steep and foreboding. Coming around corners to see massive open dips, plummeting down thousands of feet into waves of trees. The majesty of the mountains and crisp, pine soaked air is intoxicating in comparison to being in the city.

My husband and I are on our way to Breckenridge, our first trip for ourselves. He drive fast, turning around curves makes my body push against the seat and console. At one point he's driving one handed, with his other on my thigh while we discuss what our plans are.

"There's supposed to be pretty nice steak place near the hotel," I say, looking down at my phone.

"Mm." He nods, with a subtle smile.

"Also, there's a couple of galleries but the preview page is literally all just paintings of aspen trees." I murmur.

"Mmmhm."

I scroll on my phone for a bit, slightly put off realizing that off season for Breckenridge may not have been the best vacation plan. "It seems like everything is ski-centric and since it's off season, everything is closed."

"I guess we'll just have to make use of the hotel room as much as possible." He murmurs softly. I look up at him, he's smiling, staring ahead. His aviators glint in the light as we go around a curve. He turns the wheel to the right as we dramatically curve around the mountain, the rock so close I could touch them if I had my hand out the window.

As we turn, his hand on my thigh moves up into the space between my leg and crotch and he squeezes downward, pushing me into the force of the cars turn. I feel a rush of blood move into my pussy as we swerve back over to the left around the curve. He's going too fast to only be driving with one hand... I start to feel a rush of nerves, thinking about how deep the gorges are below the thin flimsy barrier on the side of the road.

I groan and breathe out one long shaky breath, he smiles, still looking ahead. I'm wearing a shorter dress and very thin sheer nylons, no panties. The pressure on my inner thigh is stretching the fabric of the nylons taut over my pussy, pushing down on my clit.

The first car we've seen in an hour zooms past us and I gasp. He chuckles lightly to my dramatic response. "It doesn't take much to make you gasp."

I start to breath a little heavier as he squeezes again, we hit a dramatic U in the road that is leading us down and then back upward again. As we hit the dip at the bottom of the curve, the g-force moving me into the seat is coupled with his hand, fully cupping my clit. He pushes down onto me, rolling his hand into the sensation. I let out an involuntary yelp as he pushes the nylon slightly into my pussy lips, the seam in the middle slides in just remarkably well.

We mount the top of the hill after the curve and for one brief moment, there is a weightlessness that makes my stomach have butterflies. He squeezes me with his cupped hand, pushing my pussy lips together and pulling upward into the motion of the cars ascent. The sensation makes me giddy and I exasperatedly giggle in response.

I'm not sure what I see in his expression, his smile is curled up and he shakes his head and squints slightly, "Okay, that was new."

As we drive, I'm feeling more and more excited. Each curve brings a new sensation until he seems to get a little annoyed. We hit a straight road that is mostly just up and down for a good while. Once we're past the curves, he reaches over and pushes his finger hard into the nylons right above my vagina. I feel the fabric stretch and stretch onto the rim around my pussy. We hit another dip down in the road, feeling the G-force of the car pushing my ass and thighs against the seat. The fabric is taut and shaking, pulling down onto my clit, until finally in one last aggressive motion as we hit the bottom of the hill, he breaks the nylons barrier and enters me, forcing his fingers in, filling me. I push down into my seat with the force of the motion and let out a remarkably new guttural moan. Everything pulls downward, my head, neck and breasts are dragged downward slightly until we are released from the cars punishing gravity.

The feeling rises up dramatically into my thighs and clit as I moan, my breasts bounce back upward and my head falls back into the head rest. The motion of the cars gravity changing is making me light headed, the blood in my pussy is pounding as he rips the nylons away from me, creating a gaping nudity that leaves me exposed.

I feel the cool air from the vents waft over me, the wetness on my legs makes me shiver with pleasure.

He looks at me for the first time since we entered the straight stretch of road. The area around us has flattened a bit, less mountainous and just rocky plains. We're moving up a long stretch of a hill, I can see it fade off into the horizon line. He looks down at my nudity, he licks his lips and breaths in slowly trying to make a decision.

"I'll make you a deal," he looks at the phone to see we're 27 minutes from the city. "If you can suck my dick until we get into town and leave no trace, I'll take you to the hotel room and eat you out until you beg me to stop. The rest of the night, I'm yours to use."

I excitedly sit up. "Yes, please-"

He interrupts me, "You have to make it go for 25 minutes though, I want full service."

He says this because we usually only could go a maximum of about 10 to 15 minutes before either he takes me or I lose patience and force it down harder to get to completion.

"Challenge accepted."

"You have to take your pants off though, I can't work like this." I gesture to his jeans.

He gestures, "Fair. But I'm keeping my boxers on in case we get pulled over."