I left the washroom and saw my husband and son chatting as they waited for me at a booth.
We ate lunch, and although I was anxiety-riddled the entire time, my son had a poker face as he gave away no sign of what had transpired. I, on the other hand, had guilt written all over my face.
Twice Alex asked if I was okay.
I just feigned hunger and exhaustion from needing to hold my pee for so long.
After lunch, and a lot of water, we prepared to continue the drive.
Alex had gassed up while I was in the washroom, so we were ready to go.
Again, my trepidation overwhelmed me.
Now what? How could I sit on Cory’s lap again?
Yet, I couldn’t say anything; there was literally no alternative.
So, I sat. Although this time, once the door was closed, I positioned myself leaning against the door and stretching my legs between the two front seats. My Pů$$¥ was out of range in this position. I had found the Fort Knox of Pů$$¥ protection.
And for an hour it worked. Cory read the new James Patterson book and I read the other new James Patterson book (he apparently puts out a new book more often than the Red Sox lose another game). Interestingly, Cory and I had a lot of common interests, including being avid readers and both having the same favourite author in James Patterson.
Sit in any single position for a straight hour though, and the rear becomes a mutineer. Yet, even though I was very uncomfortable, I refused to reposition myself, although I did begin to squirm a bit.
Suddenly my son’s hand was resting on my knee, my dress hiked up enough to show him a fair amount of leg.
His hand didn’t move up my leg, it just rested there as a constant tease… a constant reminder.
He did move his hand away to flip a page every couple of minutes, although he didn’t replace it any higher when he returned it.
He seemed oblivious to the impact it was having on me, a constant distraction, even though it wouldn’t have fazed me at all a few hours ago.
“How you guys doing back there?” Alex asked a few minutes later.
“My bum is numb,” I joked, although it was the truth.
“There’s a scenic stop in three miles,” he said, “let’s pull over and take a little hike.”
“Sounds good,” I said.
“Yeah, I could use a stretch,” Cory agreed, looking at my face almost for the first time during the entire drive.
I quickly looked away, like I was in seventh grade and waiting for a boy to check yes or no on a love note I’d just passed him.
What had come over me?
Even though I had told him it couldn’t happen again.
Even though he seemed to be respecting my decision.
I now felt insecure and annoyed that he was ignoring me… I felt like I was fifteen again.
I just stared past my husband and through the windscreen for the next few minutes until we slowed down.
Once we’d stopped, I shifted around as my back was to the door. As I did, my naked Pů$$¥ again touched down briefly on Cory’s Ç0çƙ, which was again hard.
My first thought was, How long has he been hard?
My second thought was, Why is it hard?
My third thought was, How many times can he get it up?
My fourth thought was, What the hell is wrong with me?
I opened the door and got out.
I stretched, thankful to be out in the fresh air… even if it was still f-__-king hot and muggy.
Alex asked, “So do you guys want to go for a hike?”
“How long?” I asked.
He walked over to a map on display and reported, “There are two trails from here. One is a mile long; the other, three.”
“A mile, sure; three in this heat, no way,” I answered.
Cory offered , “I need to take a lengthy washroom break, wash off some of this sweat, why don’t you two go off alone?”
“Sure,” Alex said, taking my hand.
We began walking and I couldn’t help but glance back at my son to see if he was watching us… and he wasn’t. Oddly, that made me feel unloved, which was of course ludicrous.
As we were walking along the trail I had the sudden urge to show my husband I loved him. I needed to make up for my indiscretion even if he didn’t know about it, by doing something for him.
Ten minutes or so into the hike I saw a small side path and invited him, “Follow me.”
He objected, “I don’t think this is part of the trail.”
“I certainly hope not,” I purred, trying to look segzy and with improper intent.
A couple of minutes later, deep enough in the woods that we couldn’t be seen, I dropped to my knees and fished out his Ç0çƙ. I’d considered letting him f-__-k me, but I didn’t want him to see I wasn’t wearing any P@ŋtîēṣ.
He gasped, “Sarah, really? Here?”
“You always say you wish I was more spontaneous,” I quipped, although if he knew how spontaneous I’d already been today he would likely keel over. Plus, although we had a reasonable amount of segz together and I was willing to try almost anything for him in the bedroom, anywhere else I wasn’t much of a risk taker. Normally.
But today my typical insecurity, or the idea that segz was only for the bedroom, seemed to be shattered after the exhilarating, taboo segz I’d enjoyed in the backseat of our car. I now wanted to take risks.
Before he could say a single word I took his flaccid Ç0çƙ in my mouth. I love sucking Ç0çƙ… always have. I was a bit of a Ç0çƙ sucking slut in high school, figuring it was a good way to save my virginity for marriage. Plus, I was good at it and even enjoyed the unique taste and texture of Com. Of course I ended up not saving my virginity after all, getting f-__-ked by an upperclassman at the first college party I went to.
“Oh $h|t,” Alex groaned, “what’s gotten into you, Sarah?”
The answer to that question was ‘your son,’ but that didn’t seem like a prudent response.
I pulled his Ç0çƙ out of my mouth and asked, “Can’t a wife show her husband she loves him by giving him a little surprise? Like spontaneously sucking his Ç0çƙ and swallowing his load?”
“Yes, she can,” he laughed.
“Plus I’m hungry, and your Com can provide a lot of healthy nutrients for a girl’s body,” I quipped, taking his organic whole-grain-fed Ç0çƙ back in my mouth.
“And it’s good for your complexion, too,” he added, having read somewhere that Com was good for a woman’s skin and had used the argument to give me the first of his many facials years ago.
While I’d rather swallow a load than take it on my face, since I was rather submissive I always just allowed Alex to $h00t his load wherever he chose.
I protested, for the first time since my first-ever facial, “Don’t you dare. Not here.”
“What? You think Cory would be shocked?” he teased, sliding his Ç0çƙ back in my mouth.
I thought to myself, If you only knew. Yet I kept bobbing, feeling exhilarated to be doing it in such a public place.
“I won’t last long,” he Mõ@ɲed, as I sucked his Ç0çƙ hungrily.
I kept bobbing and was rewarded with a full load of his Com… in my mouth thank God… although he pulled out partway through and rocketed a small amount onto my face.
I gasped, “Really?”
“I couldn’t resist,” he shrugged, as he slid his Ç0çƙ back in my mouth.
I milked the last remnants of his Com from his Ç0çƙ before standing up and kissing him hard, giving him a taste of his own medicine so to speak. He didn’t appear to mind which surprised me slightly.
When the kiss ended, he said, “Well, that was unexpected.”
“I was hungry,” I shrugged.
“Well, I’m always willing to feed you,” he smiled as he tucked his Ç0çƙ away.
We returned to the marked trail and resumed the hike, hand in hand.
I don’t know how long it took, but eventually we returned to the starting point, and Alex whispered to me, “You should probably go to the washroom before we head out.”
“Good call,” I nodded, “I really have to pee.”
“And maybe clean the Com off your face,” he added.
“f-__-k, you let me keep wearing it for that whole hike,” I blamed him, since I’d forgotten it was there.
“Well, you didn’t seem too concerned, and we don’t know anyone here,” he shrugged.
“Except for our son,” I pointed out.
“Which is why I mentioned it,” he said.
“@$$h0le,” I said playfully, hitting him on the shoulder.
“Sounds good. Maybe tonight,” he countered, since he occasionally f-__-ked my @zz.
“You wish,” I quipped back, even though I assumed we would indeed be f-__-king tonight, and given how submissive I was, I knew I wouldn’t keep him away from my @zz, if that’s what he wanted.
“No, I don’t wish, I know,” he said, slapping my @zz.
I went to the washroom, washed my face and went pee.
I grabbed a Gatorade and a chocolate bar and returned to the car.