Mile Marker Desire

Flying down the Pacific Highway in my red Camry with the moon roof open, a Muse song blasting, and my hand in my shorts, I momentarily forgot what I was running from. Coastal air whipped through the open windows and wetness seeped through my underwear as I rubbed my clit in time with the music. If my long red hair wasn't tied back with a scrunchy it would have been everywhere, but some strands still pulled free and blew around with the breeze.

Despite the fact that I had just broken up with my boyfriend of 8 years three days ago, at this very minute, I wasn't feeling too terrible. I allowed myself to be sucked into the moment, driving and touching myself with no goals in mind. But then the music changed, and the worst possible thing happened - our old song came on.

Fuck. If anything could kill the mood, it was that. I yanked my hand back out of my jeans to change the song, but the damage was already done. It was obvious I was far from over the breakup, and, yeah, what could I expect after only three days? Still, I really needed a distraction.

Finding my eyes becoming blurry with tears, I decided to pull off at the next rest stop to allow myself a good cry and hopefully avoid accidentally veering off a cliff. That would certainly not be the start of a vacation I wanted.

Minutes later, I was parked and sobbing into my steering wheel. Crying was its own form of catharsis, as if a strange cousin to orgasm, just not quite as fun. Eventually, I started to feel a little better, and wiped my tears off my face.

When I looked around, I saw a car parked next to me with a young woman in the same position I had just been in. Her long blonde hair fell around her face and arms as she cried into her own steering wheel. I saw that one of her tires was shredded. It appeared that she had barely made it to this rest stop with what was left of that tire.

My first thought was, *well, that sucks,* intending to silently wish her well as I went on my way. But as I sat there, I realized it wouldn't be right if I didn't go check to make sure she would be okay. She seemed to be alone and was obviously in serious distress.

I walked over and tapped on her window. "Are you okay?" I asked through the glass.

Her head popped up quickly, startled. She looked up at me with big blue eyes, red and wet with tears.

"Do you need help?" I asked, uncertain if she had heard what I said the first time.

Finally, the girl rolled down the window. She let out a shaky breath. "I - I'm not sure what to do. I don't have a spare tire and when I just tried to call someone for help, I realized there's no cell service here." Her lower lip trembled as she spoke. I couldn't help but notice that she was strikingly beautiful, even in this sad state.

I looked around, as if there would be someone or something to tell me what to do here. It sounded like a rough position to be in, and I honestly felt like I would be no better off if I was in her shoes. Only one measly idea came to mind.

"Do you want a ride with me to the next town? Maybe you could get a better signal and call for help there," I offered, realizing I was taking a chance, but she didn't look like an axe-murderer, so...

After pausing a moment, the young woman looked back up at me. "Are you sure? I mean, that would probably be a good idea, if you would be willing..."

I assured her it was no trouble, and wouldn't even take much time out of my day. So, she grabbed a few of her things and hopped into the seat of my car next to me, and we were back on the highway.

The next town was a little further away than I thought, so we had time to start chatting along the way. I told her I was on this road trip to clear my mind after a tough breakup. The girl, Amy, empathized with me deeply, having found her own recent dating experience rather disappointing. Somehow, the subject of previous partners being unfulfilling in the bedroom came up, and soon the conversation turned to jokingly bashing them. This, I found, was also fairly cathartic.

"And, like... not only could he not find my G-spot, he couldn't even find my *clit*! I'm like, it's not invisible... it's right there!" Amy laughed, her palms turned out in disbelief.

"Honestly, that's crazy. I know our anatomy isn't as straightforward as a dude's but come on..." I nodded in agreement.

"Like, I don't even know you, but I bet even I would do a better job than that guy you were with for 8 years!" She shook her head and laughed again.

I didn't read too hard into what she was saying and simply continued on that train of thought. "Honestly, that's probably true. I would put money on women being better in bed with other women even without experience than many men."

She glanced at me sideways with a little smirk. "You ever been with any women before?"

I caught her look, now wondering if she was asking for a reason. I probably blushed. And, just as likely, my fair skin would have immediately given me away. "No, I haven't... Have you?" I asked, with a new lump in my throat.

"Just once," she began, as though thinking back. "It was a long time ago and I was a little tipsy, so it probably wasn't the all-time best experience, but I remember I didn't hate it."

Admittedly, I'd thought about it on occasion, but a true opportunity to experiment had never come up in real life. Now she had me thinking about it again. For the first time, I noticed her cleavage poking out the low neckline of her tank top and felt a tinge of excitement.

Perhaps my smile emboldened her, because she leaned toward me slightly and continued. "I think maybe you could use a little distraction from this breakup of yours, am I right?"

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady my voice before saying anything. "Um, yeah... you know that's what this trip is all about. Distraction." I shrugged, with a nervous chuckle.

"I think I could possibly find some way to help you with that," she spoke more softly now, closer to my ear. I felt a little tingle between my legs. "I know exactly where the clit is." Amy giggled and slid a cool hand onto my bare thigh, just where my shorts ended.

I couldn't keep my breath steady. I glued my eyes to the road and hands on the steering wheel, pressed the back of my head into the head rest and, almost involuntarily, shifted my legs apart.

"Do you want me to try?" The blonde purred.

I looked at her sideways, with a little smile. "Yeah... let's see what you've got." I responded, trying to play cool, but feeling eager and nervous at the same time.

Amy slowly slid her hand up my thigh toward the button of my shorts, and undid the button and zipper. I had cruise control on and there were no other drivers around, thank goodness, but I kept my eyes straight ahead as her fingers began to wiggle into my jeans. The tension building inside me was immense. I couldn't recall ever having this much excitement prior to any previous sexual encounter before. I felt wet before she even touched me.

Her fingers made it, at long last, to that place between my thighs, over my underwear, and gently rubbed over the top of my hardened clit and down to the damp opening of my vagina. Although there was still a bit of fabric in between my skin and her delicate fingers, I felt more sensitive than I'd ever been before.

In response to an unbidden sigh from my lips, she asked softly, "did I find a good spot?"

All I could do was nod and try to breathe. "Good," she whispered, and continued her gentle exploration. She spent a few minutes like this, just exploring and playing, without any specific aim, and it drove me wild. I felt it must have been partly the novelty of being with a beautiful woman, partly the surprise of the act, and partly her feminine intuition that made it feel so divine. Whatever it was, I already felt close to coming... and she hadn't even come in contact with my skin yet.

Amy was watching my expressions now with great interest. I wondered if it was turning her on to see how much she was torturing me with her touch. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that her lips were parted and her breathing had changed, her yoga-pant clad thighs squeezed tightly together.

Now, her fingers sought out the edge of my panty-line, looking for a way in. Her soft fingers slid under the elastic edge, across the light fuzz on my skin and past my clit, searching for the source of warm lubricant between my thighs...

*HOOOOOONK!*

We both jumped in our seats as a semi-truck passed us on the right. We looked over to see the driver making some obscene motion and laughing as he looked down into the car. Apparently we had provided a bit of entertainment on his long haul.

"Holy shit." Amy laughed, her hand now out of my shorts and over her heart. "I did not notice that guy coming up!"

I was laughing too. I had been so entranced that I barely noticed where we were. "I guess it's a good thing he honked, I almost missed this exit I was planning to take."

I signaled and took the next off ramp, heading toward some truck stops and shopping centers. I was still very much aware of the tingling between my thighs and the increasing need to address it, but I also did not know what I could do about it as we neared our destination.

Fortunately, Amy was not so shy. Sitting back in her seat, she turned her head toward me, long wavy hair laying over both shoulders. "What do you say we take a moment to relax at this truck stop over here? The world can wait a little longer," she said with a grin.

I glanced back at her with a sly smile in return, suppressing the wild animal desire I was feeling at this point. "Sure, I see a spot at the edge of the parking lot there, under the tree?"

As soon as we parked, Amy jumped out her door and ran around to the back seat. I followed her lead, jumping in as she threw a couple of my jackets into the front seat to make more room. There wasn't a lot of space, but we were both pretty small, and desperately horny, so the back seat of my Camry seemed as good as a hotel bed.

Within seconds, there were no more clothes between us, and Amy's face was pressed up between my legs. Part of me wanted to protest continuing to get so much attention - it was far from what I was used to, and therefore slightly uncomfortable - but then, I couldn't help but let her. What she was giving me with her tongue and her fingers and her little vibrating moans felt like a desperate *need.*

With two of Amy's fingers rubbing perfectly on my G-spot and her mouth latched onto my clit, I came explosively, accompanied by a gush of liquid that soaked the back seat and left my body shaking. I gripped anything I could reach as if I was on a rollercoaster ride. The relief was so intense that tears sprung in my eyes and I had to gasp for breath for probably a whole minute, while Amy laughed in a way that said she was happy and proud for the way she made me feel.

"Wow," was all I could say at first. When I caught my breath, my first thought was that I wanted to do something for her, too. It was all so new to me, but I didn't feel scared. I reached out for her waist and gently pulled closer.

"You don't have to feel you need to return the favor," she began, softly.

"I don't think I *have* to, but I'd like to, if that's okay." I replied, my lips an inch away from hers.

Amy smiled and leaned in. No more words were needed. A cool breeze floated through the open windows as we made out, my hands exploring her gorgeous body for the first time, finding it so different, yet so similar, to my own. I discovered she enjoyed more pressure and speed than I usually did, but once I dialed in on that, I found I could make her come easily. She came three times in a row, a foreign concept to me until now. We lost track of time, but every second was a thrill.

We finally wound down and put our clothes back on, with our legs weak and wobbly, but feeling utterly satisfied.

"What should we do now? You still have your car to worry about..." I said, wishing she didn't still have to deal with that.

Amy thought for a moment, looked at her watch, and then back at me. "It's getting close to sunset, and it sounds shitty to wait for a tow in the dark. Did you say you had booked a hotel tonight?"

I laughed, glad she could be direct where I remained too shy. "I do have one. How about you stay with me and we deal with your car in the morning?"

Amy grinned. "Great. Besides, I don't think you're fully done being distracted yet."

I couldn't agree more.