The Dating Couple

Highway 49 is a desolate Louisiana Highway. It stretches north to south through the state, starting up in Shreveport, cutting through Alexandria and down to Lafayette.

It travels through some of the loneliest parts of the state and, especially at night. It’s primarily used by truckers, who need to get their goods from the port in New Orleans up to Dallas or other points north. This means that, on weekends, it can be especially dull.

The most barren stretch is between Opelousas and Alexandria, a seventy-mile stretch with no towns, just woods, farms and marsh.

It was there that Crystal and I found ourselves late Friday night. We were heading north toward her parents’ house and we were bored. Crystal was driving, as she usually does the second leg of the trip, and we were both tired, the conversation had slowed and the music was uninspiring.

I looked over to her after checking my mail on my cell phone, “What do you want to do to pass the time?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she said, “But you could always masturbate.”

Shocked and Intrigued

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Of course I am, why not?” she replied.

It was a bit of role reversal for us. I’m usually the one pushing her to be more wild but here she was pushing me to whip out my cock and beat off in a car traveling down the interstate.

I took a deep breath and thought about it. Why not indeed. It was the dead of night. There were no cars around. The windows in our car are very tinted and I wasn’t going to be able to do anything when we got to her parents for the weekend. It was, in a way, my last chance for a while.

“What are you going to do?” I said curiously, trying not to grin.

“Nothing, I have to watch the road,” she said with a smirk across her face.

We debated it back and forth for a bit, but as we talked about it I noticed that my cock grew rock hard, poking through my pants. Crystal slid a hand off of the while and brushed up against me, “He’s a big boy today isn’t he?”

That he was. Not all erections are created equal, some do not get the full length while others seem ready to explode on contact. This was definitely the latter. “Do it,” she said in a more demanding tone.

I glanced at the road ahead of us, I didn’t see a single tail light all the way to the horizon. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rock hard cock and began to tease the head.

Seeking Stimuli

As I touched the head of my cock I noticed it was very sensitive, desperate for a release. I closed my eyes and started to stroke it lightly. In our relationship, we often talk about our “flipbook” our collection of erotic images or memories we use during masturbation or sex to keep us going when we need a boost.

I envisioned her pulling over and wrapping her mouth around the head of my cock and sucking lightly. I grew even harder and stroked faster, falling into a rhythm.

I opened my eyes for a second and caught her glancing down at me. I felt oddly awkward for a second. We affectionately call masturbation “alone time” because it’s something we do alone. Usually, if we’re in each other’s presence, we’re doing things to each other, not ourselves.

“You don’t know how wet this is making me,” she said in a teasing voice, “only being able to watch you out of the corner of my eyes, it’s really turning me on.”

My hand, almost out of reflex, found its way to my shaft again and I began stroking.

“You have no idea how bad I want to take you right now, to push your cock into my tight wet cunt,” she continued, “I want you to pound me, to cum deep inside of me. Fill me up Jonathan.”

I began stroking faster and faster, almost unable to control myself.

Achieving Release

Crystal continued to tease me, talking dirty to me and I stroked myself harder and harder. My cock, neatly contrasted by my black pants and the dark interior of the car stood out in the night air. Even without the lights on and only the moonlight to guide us, everything was perfectly visible.

I began to breathe deeply, the tension building up inside of me. Crystal, sensing this pulled down her shirt and exposed her breasts, letting me see her hard nipples poking out over the top. I reached over a brushed them lightly, watching her moan at my touch, and felt my cock grow against as I caressed her skin.

“Cum for me Jonathan,” Crystal begged me, “Let me see you blow your load.”

I felt myself building up, the ecstasy increasing with every stroke. I was on the verge of filling her wish. My body began to stiffen up, my feet pressed against the floorboard and I leaned back in the seat, arching up.

I started moaning uncontrollably. Crystal slid her hand off of the wheel and rubbed my crotch through my pants as I continued to stroke. “Oh God,” I began to mutter, my body already shivering at her touch, “I’m going to cum for you.”

“Do it,” she said, “explode for me.”

I let out a loud cry, what Crystal often describes as my “leo roar” and exploded with all of my might, shaking and writhing in the seat.

After a few moments it was over and I was left panting in the chair trying in vain to catch my breath. I had only had a second to ready a towel to catch at least some of my load and worked to finish cleaning up as I tried to regain my equilibrium.

Crystal started giggling softly to herself, “That was very naughty,” she said trying not to let me hear. When I finally calmed down I started laughing out of disbelief.

“It was VERY naughty,” I replied, still chuckling and coming down from the high.

I’ve done many crazy things. I’ve sucked nipples on Bourbon Street, had threesomes in swimming pools and appeared in more than a few risque photographs, but I’ve never had an orgasm at seventy miles an hour.

It was quite an experience to say the lest…