“C’mon, do it. Just once.”
We were half-a-day into a two-day road trip to my parents’ house in Iowa for the holidays. We had been listening to a smutty book for the past hour, and we were both wound up. I put my blinker on and slid into the passing lane.
“One time. C’mon, it’ll probably wake him up. You could be a lifesaver.”
“Fine.” Donna untucked her shirt and rolled down the window. As we came even with the cab of the big 18-wheeler, I slowed to match his speed and she yanked her shirt up, shaking her big tits at him. It must have taken him a second to notice us below him, but a few seconds later, he let the airhorn rip and Donna put her shirt back down, laughing.
“What’d he look like?”
“Happy,” she laughed. “He was wearing a Santa hat and he jingled the bell on top for me before he honked the horn.”
I sped up and we returned to our smutty book on tape. Donna slipped her hand into her pants.
( . )( . )
We try to stay at the same hotel when we make these trips. It’s not far from the highway, a little more than halfway to Iowa, and it has a bar. When we pulled in that evening, she opened the passenger door and looked at me. “I’ll check us in if you want to park?”
“Hurry,” she added. “I want to get a drink then take you upstairs and fuck your brains out. That story got me super horny.”
I had to park at the edge of the crowded lot. Clear out by the truck parking where several semis sat idling in the dark.
( . )( . )
We unpacked and went straight down to the crowded little tavern. There were no open tables and the bar was stacked, too. So we caught the bartender’s attention and leaned in between another couple to order drinks, thinking we would sit in the lobby behind us. The bartender immediately said, “That guy said your drinks are on him?”
We turned to where she had nodded and the trucker from earlier in the day was sitting in the corner with a beer. At least I deduced it was him: flannel shirt, salt and pepper beard, Santa hat. He gave a little jingle of the bell and smiled at us. He motioned to the empty chairs at his table.
I looked at Donna and raised my eyebrows questioningly. “You know Santa?”
Her face went scarlet and she turned back to the bartender. “We’ll pay for our own drinks.” Then she turned and scurried into the lobby, me right behind her.
“Oh my God, that’s the guy from the road! The guy I flashed!” she whispered loudly.
I stuck my head around the corner to get another look, then laughed. “I think you’re right.” She covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a laugh.
“I think we should go talk to him.”
“No way,” she shook her head. “Just get the drinks and let’s go upstairs.”
I went back to the bar to wait for the drinks. He was watching me. I smiled at him and shrugged just as the bartender handed me the glasses.
I stepped back into the lobby. “Bartender says we’re not allowed to leave the bar or lobby with drinks,” I lied. “I think we should go have a drink with him.”
She looked around. The lobby chairs and couches were occupied. “C’mon, do it. Just one.”
“Two days before Christmas is a little late to make good with Santa, don’t you think?” She smiled slyly and walked back into the bar.
( . )( . )
The first pic she sent me was a little out of focus. Her thumb partially blocked the view, but I could see her looking at the phone with her mouth stretched wide around his shaft. She was more careful with the next one. It seemed she was looking straight into my eyes as her tongue rested lightly on the head of his cock. She was wearing Santa’s hat.
I waited impatiently for the next one. It seemed like twenty minutes had gone by before my phone buzzed again. This one focused on his blue eyes and white hair as he looked up from between her legs. His whole face was glistening wet.
Then an even longer interval passed. I kept checking the front pocket of my jeans to make sure my key card was still there. When my phone finally buzzed, it was a video this time. I could see from the thumbnail that he must have filmed it. All you could see in the still were her plump ass cheeks and his big hand on the small of her back. I pressed PLAY and watched as his cock came into view. He slapped her ass cheeks with it, then slipped it into her pussy. I hadn’t realized the volume was turned up so I hurriedly muted it as her loud moan boomed from my phone.
No one seemed to have noticed, so I finished my drink while I watched him plow her. Her ass cheeks rippled as he picked up the pace and she began to rock back against him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the bartender heading my way just as Donna turned her head so I could see her biting her lip.
That’s usually our signal.
The bartender smiled as I put my phone down amid the empty glasses. “Looks like Santa left the tab open if you need anything else?” She smirked knowingly. “I wonder where he’s got off to?”
I smiled back at her. “Oh, he has reindeer to look after and such.” I scooted back from the table and reached into my pocket for a tip as I swallowed the last drink. “I should probably go help him feed Donna, or Vixen. I still get them mixed up.”
