“You know,” she replied, “If you weren’t married…“
She let her voice trail off. Carol was a stunningly attractive woman and it was all I could do to keep my eyes and my mischievous mind from wondering.
“Yeah,” I replied, matter of factly, “I am married.”
I didn’t need to say anything else.
A few days later, Carol’s teenage daughter caught my attention as I was backing out of the garage. Betty was the spitting image of her mother, only about seventeen younger.
“What’s up?” I asked at Betty approached my car?
“I hear you’re going to Oklahoma,” Betty remarked.
I nodded my head in agreement.
“Fixing to head out right now,” I replied. “it’s just a quick day trip.”
Betty leaned in my driver’s window and smiled.
“Can I go with you?” she asked.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” I replied.
“Oh come on… puuuleease,” she said, drawing out the last word for emphasis.
“What the heck?” I thought to myself. The drive was a boring one and I could use the company.
“Come on,” I replied, “Get in.”
Betty hopped into the passenger seat beside me.
“This is so cool!” Batty exclaimed, “I’ve never been to Oklahoma!”
She was giddy, like a school girl. I backed out of the drive way as she put on the seatbelt.
As we headed up the interstate, I couldn’t help but notice her long bronzed legs. Her pocket liners hung below the edge of her shorts. She was well developed and her t-shirt fit snug against her cheerleader-like body.
We chatted about school and her favorite subjects. When I jokingly remarked that I thought her favorite subject would be “guys”, she turned serious.
“Guys can be such jerks,” Betty remarked.
“Uh oh”, I thought to myself, this is a subject area I better stay away from.
‘Except for you,” she said, amending her response.
I smiled and replied, “I try to mind my manners, but sometimes its hard.”
Betty smiled.
“I don’t think you’re a jerk,” Betty added. Betty shifted in her seat, turning slightly towards me.
‘Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“No,” she shot back, “I mean, do think I am attractive?”
‘Yes,” I replied.
“Do you think I’m sexy?” she pressed.
“Yes, I replied.
“Really?” Betty pressed.
“Why?” I asked back.
“I don’t know,” Betty replied. “it’s just that I haven’t been with anyone and I don’t know if guys find me attractive or not.”
I reassured Betty she was a very beautiful and sexually attractive young lady.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“I just turned eighteen a month ago,” Betty replied, before she added, “I just wish guys would do more than stare at me.”
“Maybe,” I replied, “They’re intimidated by your good looks and charm.”
I stayed quiet as we approached the Texas-Oklahoma State line. Betty stared out the window in silence. We passed an Adult Video Store called “DW’s” just before we crossed the Red River Bridge heading into Oklahoma. I glanced over and saw a few cars in the parking lot, but didn’t say anything. As we crossed the Red River Bridge, Betty asked,
“What’s it like in that store?”
“I don’t know,” I replied.
“Can we go in and check it out?” Betty asked.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I replied. “It doesn’t look like a place we should visit.”
“Oh, come on,” Betty pleaded. “I want to check it out.”
Thinking back, I can’t believe I even considered stopping there something worth doing. But we did.
Betty followed me in the front door. A large woman with a butch hair cut and arms full of tattoos sat behind a counter lined with all types of sex toys and sex paraphernalia. Betty wondered down an aisle full of videos.
“Can I help y’all,” the lady behind the counter asked.
“No,” I replied, “We’re just looking around.”
I stepped over to where Betty was looking at a movie cover. The cover read “Blondes like Studs”.
“Have you ever watched any porno?” Betty asked.
“Back in college,” I replied, “But not recently.”
“Does it turn you on?” Betty asked.
“Sometimes,” I replied. “It depends on who I am with.”
Betty put the plastic cover back in its place.
“So what do you like?” Betty asked.
“Like?”
“Yeah,” Betty replied. “What makes you horny?”
I couldn’t believe I was standing there and fielding her questions.
“I’m not into anything kinky,” I replied, ‘if that’s what you are asking.”
Betty smiled.
“That’s good to know,” she replied.
“So what turns you on?” I asked.
Betty stopped and looked at me, her face blank.
“You don’t know?” she asked.
I didn’t have a clue. Betty stepped in front of me and silently mouthed, “You.”
“Yeah right,” I jokingly replied.
“No,” betty replied, “I’m serious.”
“Behave,” I scolded.
“I don’t know how to,” Betty replied.
A guy slipped out of a viewing room at the back of the store and walked passed us.
“What’s back there?” Betty asked, looking at the row of five doors.
“Those are private viewing rooms,” I replied.
“Come on,” Betty said, grabbing my hand in hers.
“I don’t know,” I replied, pretending like I didn’t want to go where she was leading me. The door had a sign that read, “One dollar a minute, ten minutes for five dollars and twenty minutes for ten dollars.”
Betty looked at me.
“Come on,” she pleaded.
I fished out a ten dollar bill and slipped it into the slot next to the door. The door latch clicked and we stepped into the small booth. A small bench seat sat in front of a viewing screen. The room was no bigger than a small closet. As the door closed behind us, the movie on the screen began. Betty pressed her slender teenage body against mine, her hand feeling for my crotch.
“Oh boy!” Betty exclaimed, feeling the rise in my trousers.
I slipped my hands on to Betty’s hips and then slowly ran them up her side, and then around to her back side, slipping my fingers in past the waist band of her shorts.
Betty slipped her arms around my neck and pulled me in close. Our lips met in a soft touch. The movie flickered on, but neither of us were watching it.
Our first kiss was passionate and beyond explanation. I slipped my hand up under her t-shirt and on to her left breast, pushing aside her bra. Betty stripped out of her t-shirt.
I was staring right at her young pube, illuminated by only the flickering light of the movie and covered by only a thin strip of white lace panties. I slipped my fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them down. Her perfectly shaved pussy was right in front of me. I had Betty put her feet on either side of my hips, on the bench, as she leaned against the wall of the small room. I slipped a lone finger into her soaking wet pussy. As I did, she took in and let out a deep breath.
I worked my finger back and forth and then, leaned in. She had a sweat but musty smell. I slipped my mouth on to her pubic area and slid my tongue along her hood. Betty slipped her fingers on to my head.
“Oh my Gawd” Betty exclaimed.
I worked my tongue back and forth, alternating with my fingers.
Suddenly, the movie stopped and s lone light bulb, a very dim bulb, came on over us.
“Don’t stop” Betty begged.
“We have to,” I replied. “Someone might purchase the room and catch us.”
“Fuck!” Betty exclaimed, stepping off the bench and standing totally naked in front of me.
“Come on,” I directed. “Let’s get out of here.”
Betty quickly put on her panties and her bra and then her shorts and her t-shirt.
“You owe me,” Betty exclaimed as she turned the door knob and we were both bathed in the florescent lights of the store. She and I headed straight for the front door. As we pulled out of the parking lot, Betty remarked,
“Oh my fucking gawd! That was so intense!”
I had to agree.
We crossed into Oklahoma. Betty sat silent in the seat next to me, looking out the window.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Oh yea,” Betty replied. “Freaking frustrated as hell, but I am okay.”
“That would make two of us,” I replied.
Betty glanced at my crotch.
“I can take care of you,” Betty said, biting down on her lip.
“I don’t doubt that,” I replied.
“No,” she shot back, “I can.”
She reached across the seat divider and grabbed at my crotch, feeling for the rise in my pants. Betty pulled her feet up into her seat and faced me, kneeling like. She leaned over the seat divider and started to unbuckle my belt.
“Hey,” I called out, “Be careful!”
In an instant, she had extracted my ten inch hot rod and was studying it up close. I looked at the speedometer. It read seventy miles an hour. Betty slipped her mouth over the tip end of my cock and hummed.
“Oh yeah,” Betty remarked, looking up at me as she held my cock in her tiny hands. “I like it.”
Betty proceeded to stuff my cock into her mouth, sucking it and kissing it, as she worked her thumb and fingers along my elongated shaft.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I told her.
“That’s what I want,” she replied, striking my cock as it glistened from the saliva coating she had applied.
Damn. Eighty five miles per hour. I had to slow down.
I slipped my free hand on to her back and reached for her shorts and underwear. She stopped long enough to allow me to slip both down her legs. I couldn’t reach her swollen pussy, but I knew it was right there. I eased up on an eighteen wheeler in the fast lane. I knew the trucker would get an eye full, so I slowed down as I edged up to the cab of the tractor truck. Betty was still going down on me and her cute naked ass was pointed window-ward. As we passed the trucker, I tapped on the horn. I couldn’t see the driver, but I knew the driver could see right into my car.
I pushed on the gas pedal, just as the driver of the truck laid on to the truck’s air horn. I shot my load deep into Betty’s mouth. I unloaded so much cum that it leaked out of her mouth and on to her hand. She did her best to take it all in, but she couldn’t. Betty wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, as she sat up and looked at me.
“How was it?” she asked.
“Outstanding!” I replied.
“I’ve never done this before,” Betty remarked.
“Not bad for your first blow job,” I remarked, as Betty wiped my cock clean with some napkins she found in the console.
“We have to find a place to park,” Betty said, pulling her panties and shorts back into place.
I agreed, but there weren’t a lot of placed between Dallas and Oklahoma City to park.
“Just a for a few minutes,” Betty pleaded. “I need a break.”
I pulled on to a scenic view drive in the Arbuckle Mountains of south central Oklahoma. The road provides a nice view of the rock outcrops and Turner Falls. It was about lunch time, so the traffic was light. In fact, it was non-existent.
I parked behind a closed up store and Betty slipped out of the car to take in the view. Her long brown hair blew softly in the wind. I leaned against the hood of my car as she stood and took in the view. I couldn’t help but take in the fantastic view of her curvaceous body. Betty tuned and looked back at me. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t need to.
She stepped up to where I stood, leaning against the hood and placed her hand on my chest, as she looked up at me.
“I’m on the pill,” she remarked. “We’re safe.”
We kissed, slowly and deliberately, our hands finding their way to teasingly explore each other’s body. I stripped Betty of her t-shirt and her bra. The bright afternoon sunlight was warm. Sweat poured from her brow as I teasingly licked and sucked on each of her beautiful breasts.
“I want you,” Betty breathlessly whispered. I wanted her as well.
I unbuckled my trousers and let them slide down my legs. I stepped out of them and then did the same with my underwear, my ten-inch circumcised cock hanging strong and hard. Betty started to drop to her knees in front of me, but I stopped her.
“No,” I replied, as I slipped a finger into her soaking wet vagina, “it goes here.”
I turned Betty around and told her to put her hands on the hood of the car and lean forward. I slipped my foot inside of hers and tapped her instep. She instinctively spread her legs. I slipped my cock between her ass checks and into her pussy. She clinched her fists as I slipped inside of her. She was a tight fit. My cock tapped her hymen and I pushed. She shrieked as it broke and then she lowered her head, as I worked my cock in and out of her virgin pussy. She beat on the hood the car.
“Oh… my… gawd!” she exclaimed, her hands tightening up.
Her entire body trembled.
I couldn’t hold back and let it fly, my cum filling her virgin pussy and running down the inside of her thighs. I pulled out and spun her around, pressing my cock against her crotch, as we kissed. She slipped her hand down between us and pushed the head of my cock back into her throbbing pussy. She worked her hips back forth, quickly and deliberately, stealing the last remnants of my manhood, as we stood lip locked behind the store. Finally, we took a much needed break.
As we piled back into the car, both of us sweaty and spent, I again asked betty if she was okay.
“Oh yeah, she replied giddy-like, “I am better than okay. I came to Oklahoma and got fucked, but in a very good way.”
We finished off the trip and grabbed a bite to eat, just before I took Betty back to her house. I dropped her off and pulled around to the garage. As I pulled into the driveway, I saw Betty’s mother pulling into hers. She honked and I waved. It was a close call, but one that was entirely worth the effort and the risk.
