Debauchery Road Ch. 04

The next morning we decided it was about time to get on the road to.... somewhere. Neither of us had much of a destination in mind, we were really just wandering. Our room, in addition to sturdy furniture, had one of those oval garden tubs that could accommodate two people, and we were putting it to that use. I was just enjoying the feeling of facing forward with her legs on either side of me, when she told me she had been wanting to do something since the first time she saw me.

She gently pushed on my back, making me lean forward, then grabbed a comb and began braiding my hair. I laughed and told her, "For a Native American, your braiding my hair makes us married!" She also laughed, saying "I wouldn't go that far.... but the fact that we can bathe together without fucking must at least make us a proper couple!" She laughed again, finished with the braids, then turned me around for a deep, long kiss. We agreed this was probably the most 21st century thing ever.

Later, Sophie suggested as a sort of joke that we should embark on a road trip of American debauchery, with a goal to have sex in every state. Neither of us had anywhere to be, so the joke ended up becoming the plan, and I knew where I wanted to go first. Sophie asked where, I told her "its a surprise for later."

On the road headed east, we were cruising with the tunes blaring, and Sophie began dancing in her seat to The Bullet Boys cover of Hang on St Christopher, singing along to the lyrics, "hang on St Christopher on the passenger side, open it up and now the devil can ride.... let him riiiiide, let him ride!" I told her that her dancing was getting very distracting, especially in that blue minidress that her breasts were nearly popping out of! She gave me a mischievous grin, telling me I hadnt SEEN "distracting" yet....

On that note, she dropped her head into my lap while opening my kilt's buckle, and making it difficult for me to keep the car between the lines. Once my clothes were out of her way, she fondled my cock until it was hard for her. The attention she applied suggested was not trying to end this quickly. This time she performed plenty of tongue swirls and light kisses, working up and down until I was throbbing for her. Once she took me into her mouth, she really took her time on the rising and descending. It wasn't foreplay this time, it was the main event and she was treating like she wanted it to last. She actually straight up told me this was the case. Eventually I got settled to a point that keeping the car straight was less a problem than It had been to begin with, but wandering now and then would still occur.

In my mirror, I saw a pair of motorcycles appear in the distance, gaining on us quickly. I was worried aboit being seen, Sophie was not. Unless theyre cops. I qui kill deduced that they weren't. As they approached, the lead rider hit their left turn signal and came up along side the ranchero. Of course it was a woman, because why wouldn't it be? She nodded as she passed, then did a double take... noticing what was going on in the car, her jaw dropped and her back end got a little squirrelly. She quickly regained control and shook a finger at us, laughing as she pulled ahead. The second rider passed quickly, without seeing what was going on. When he rejoined his companion, he signalled to her, asking what had happened. She waved it off dismissively, and they each grabbed a handful of throttle and sped off into the distance.

Sophie asked what I was laughing about, I said I would tell her after she finishes. She said "nice try, I'll finish when I'm done" and went back to work on me. She edged me for what felt like hours before finally letting me finish with what felt like it should have been a huge mess, but Sophie didn't let it. After catching every drop, she made sure I was clean before refastenning my clothing.

Sitting back up and taking her customary position with her head on my shoulder, she explained that THAT had been to proper use of a bench seat and column gear selector. I thanked God for not letting me find the manual transmission and bucket seats I had once wanted to put into the ranchero.

We reached our destination after sunset, and had to sneak in to a closed park. Sophie's eyes went wide when she saw where I had brought her. She told me this was brilliant, and we were SO doing it as she got on her knees on the center of the circle, gesturing me to stand in front of her. She parted my kilt's front aprons, and went to work quickly. This time it was only enough to make me hard, which didn't take long.

When she rolled onto her back, her right foot was in Colorado, her left foot was in Utah, her left shoulder was in Arizona, and her right shoulder was in New Mexico. The minidress she had opted to wear that day made for easy access, as she extended her arms gesturing me to join her saying, "get down here, baby, and fuck me in four states at once!" As I slid into her, she wrapped her legs around me saying again that this was brilliant while kissing my neck. I was trying to make it quick, but after the treatment I had recieved on the road it was taking me a while. So we turned over, and Sophie pulled her dress down while she rode me, figuring watching her breasts bounce would turn me on as well, and help me get off faster. It seemed to work, and shortly after we shared an orgasm as she fell into me, shivering for a moment or two.

However, we had to quickly disengage as we thought our luck may be running out. We were just dressed again and making for the exit when someone yelled, "what the hell are you two doing?!" And we were forced to make a hasty retreat back to the ranchero, which we had parked a short way down the road. Laughing, we sped away from the scene slinging dust and gravel, squealing the tires as we got the hell out of there.

Once we were on the road and driving calmly again, Sophie laid her head back on my shoulder, asking where we should go next. I told her that this time of year, if we want to find american debauchery, we should head to Sturgis, SD for the motorcycle rally. Snuggling closer, she agreed, Sturgis it is.

We decided to find a room for the night, and just get a good night's sleep while preparing for the next leg of our road trip. We had a lot of miles to cover, and who knows what we might get up to along the way?