Daily Erotic Stories

For today, I’m doing another illustrated story. Click here to read “Broken Down Car”

We had finished loading the rented motorhome for our trip, and

settled back to relax before going to bed. I pulled you close to me and

kissed you, tasting the perspiration on your lips. We were both hot and

sweaty from hauling out and checking all of our camping gear, running in

and out of the house and doing last minute arguing over whether or not we

needed this item or that. Now, crawling into bed beside you, I was too

tired to start something that I couldn’t finish. I looked forward to this

trip, cuddling up behind your naked form, and wrapping my arm around your

chest to draw you even closer.

The next day, after work, we showered and packed our last minute

items and drove off, leaving behind all the stress and the frantic pace of

our daily lives. We took the scenic route, going through Lake Tahoe and

into Nevada before turning south towards the Grand Canyon. The first day

was just one big adventure, and outside of Tahoe, I let you get the feel of

the clumsy motor- home. Sitting up high, with the large windows made us

feel like we were on top of the world. You did well driving the motorhome,

so we could now go to some other places as we’d planned, taking turns

driving if we had to head for home later that we’d planned.

We’d planned on driving at night, when traffic would allow us not

only the best economy, but the traffic would be sparse as well. Besides, I

had my own lusty fantasies in mind too. We left the Tahoe area late the

second day, the sun setting over the Sierra’s with an orange glow. We

drove south, down a well maintained highway, meeting little traffic. You

whipped up some sandwhichs while I drove, and we talked about how quiet it

was out in the high desert of Nevada. I opened a window, letting in the

warm night air, and even at 60 mph it felt warm and gentle. I looked at

you and felt your passions begin to stir even across the r.v. You removed

your top, baring your breasts to me, and then sat in the right front seat,

caressing yourself. In the dim glow of the instruments, I saw you slide

your hand under the elastic waistband of your shorts, and begin to rub

yourself. “Talk to me.” You said, “Tell me what you want to do.”

My cock pressed upwards in my jeans, straining against the fabric.

I looked over, seeing your legs spread over the armrest of the seat, one up

against the dash. Your breasts wiggled invitingly as the r.v. found small

bumps in the road. The only car we saw that night drove past, its

headlights tossing a fast moving glare over your naked tits, letting me see

you briefly illuminated. Then you’re back in shadow, and my eyes have to

adjust for the dim light. “Talk to me. Tell me how you’re going to fuck

me.” You say.

“Hmmm. First, I’m going to pull off the road a ways, and spread a

blanket on the ground. Then, I’m going to pull you from the r.v.,

completely naked and make you kneel on all fours while I fuck you

everywhere. I want to fuck your tight pussy, then I want you to suck me

until I come in your mouth. Then I’ll fuck your pussy again, but I’ll

slide up your ass and come deep inside your pretty little butt.” I look

over and now you’re naked, your fingers inside your pussy. I can hear you

breathing as you masturbate for me, putting on a show that you know arouses

my deepest lusting for you. “More. Keep talking, don’t stop now!” you tell

me.

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The drone of the engines finally put me to sleep. When I

awoke, the bus was pulling into the station in yet another small

town. No one got off, but three people did get on, and after a

short time, we were on our way, again.

The blonde headed lady had slowly walked to the rear of the

bus, and finally seated herself across the aisle from me. I gave

her a small nod of the head and a brief smile. She acknowledged

the nod with a smile, and sat down. Although she said nothing,

she did glance at me more than once, and after we were moving,

she finally leaned across the void and asked where I was headed.

I replied and she said that was interesting, as she was headed to

Dallas, also. To visit her daughter, her married daughter.

She didn’t look old enough to have a married daughter, and I

told her so. She smiled at that, and said thank you to the

compliment, and then looked straight ahead, silently. I made

myself comfortable again, and went back to sleep. The next stop

woke me up, again, and as I looked sleepily around, saw that she

was looking at me.

“Did you enjoy your nap?”

“I guess,” I replied. “I really don’t remember much about

it.”

She laughed at that, and as the bus driver said that we would

be here for 15 minutes, she stood and stretched, somewhat showing

off her figure, and then moved forward and off the bus. She

returned about five minutes later carrying a small paper bag.

After she was seated, she emptied the bag, one article at a time,

laying the cans of soda, bags of chips, and a cold sandwich on

the empty seat next to her.

The sight of the soda cans suddenly made me very thirsty, and

heaving myself up, I too stretched and made my way forward and

off the bus. I got a Pepsi from the machine next to the terminal

door, and after popping it open, stepped back onto the bus and

returned to my seat.

She had watched me as I walked back down the aisle to my

seat, almost in the same manner as I had appraised the figures of

women as they walked. She had smiled at me as I slid into my

seat, and again after I had sat down. I had merely nodded an

acknowledgement.

When the bus finally pulled out of the terminal, we both

settled in for the ride. With another six hours before we

reached Dallas, I looked out the window as the west Texas country

side slid by, and marveled at the hues in the sky as the sun set

behind us. The few other passengers on the bus were several rows

ahead of us, and all appeared to be either reading or sleeping.

“My name is Carol,” she said as she reached over and touched

my arm with her hand.

“Oh..” I came out of my own little world. “Nice to meet you

Carol, my name is Keith.”

“Do you live in Dallas?”

“No. At least not yet. I am going to visit a friend, and

see about a job that may be waiting for me.” Since she had

already told me she was going to visit her married daughter, I

didn’t pursue the conversation.

“And just what is it that you do,” she asked?

“I am a commercial artist,” I replied. “Sometimes I get into

package art work, package design, and do some things with

computer graphics.”

“That sounds very interesting,” she said. “Would you mind if

I moved and sat next to you? It would make conversation a lot

easier.” I motioned for her to come on over, and as I started to

move to the seat next to the window, she said to stay where I

was, and slid in front of me and, half falling, dropped into the

seat next to me.

“There,” she said, “that’s a lot better. Now we don’t have

to yell at each other.” I nodded my head in response. We talked

a little, mostly about nothing. Finally, she was silent for a

minute or two, and then making some remark about the heater in

the bus being extremely efficient, she leaned forward and tugged

her sweater off over her head, settling back in the seat, finally.

Underneath her sweater, she had on a t-shirt, and underneath

it, nothing. Her nipples were prominent against the soft fabric,

and as I glanced at her, they poked out even further. She caught

the glance, and then, with a smile, smoothed the fabric out,

pulling it tight across her breasts.

It was obvious that she was built rather well, and proud of

it, too. We rode silently for a while. I sipped and finished

off my Pepsi, and as I tossed the empty can into the seat behind

us, she smiled at me.

“Do you know the difference between kinky and perverted?”

Her question caught me a little off guard.

“No,” I said. “But I am always glad to learn something new.”

“Well, kinky is where you use just a feather,” she said,

laughing. “And perverted is where you use the whole chicken.”

Her eyes were dancing as they stared into mine, trying to judge

my reaction, I guess.

“If that’s true,” I responded. “Then I guess I might be

considered a pervert. Though I never really thought about it

that much,” I added.

Again, she smiled. A knowing smile, if you know what I mean,

and then she said, “me too,” and laughed. Her hand moved from

her lap to my knee, tracing a light circle with her fingers. I

made no move to stop her, and as we rode along, her hand moved

higher and closer to my crotch, and once, as the bus lurched

across a bump, her hand grazed my cock. I turned to look at her,

but her eyes gave away nothing, just stared into mine and seemed

to say that she was doing exactly what she wanted to do.

Her hand became busy again, and as she lightly rubbed my

thigh, I saw in the dim light, that her nipples were even more

pronounced than they had been. I moved my hand to touch them,

and she moved herself so that I had full access to her breasts.

Her hand was still on my leg. After teasing them through the

thin fabric of the shirt, she finally tugged it out of the waist

of her skirt, and pulled it up so that her breasts were exposed

to my eyes and my fingers.

I traced small circles around her nipples, tracing the

outline of the aureole, and watched as her nipples continued to

grow. Her eyes were closed now. Her head back, enjoying this

stealthy exploration of her body in a semi-public setting. Her

lips parted and her tongue slid out, wetting her lips, and then

her tongue was gone. Her hand became busy again, rubbing my cock

through my jeans, softly at first and then more vigorously.

“I want to touch it,” she murmured. Her hands were busy at

the buckle of my belt. When she had it undone, her fingers

quickly undid the button at the waist and then she was pulling

the zipper down. Her hand was warm to my skin as she slid it

underneath the elastic band of my shorts, and as I raised my ass

up out of my seat, she tugged my jeans and shorts down, releasing

my hard cock from its almost painful confinement.

“It’s so hard,” she said, her fingers alternately stroking

and then fluttering softly and sensually up and down the length

of it. Her head dipped into my lap, and I felt the hot wetness

of her mouth as she slid the head of my cock in between her lips.

I moved a little as I felt her tongue move over the head of my

cock, and then she was gently but firmly stroking the length of

it with her hand, her head bobbing slowly up and down. It felt

great, and as she was starting to really get into it, the bus

slowed and took an exit off the interstate.

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When I first was invited to lecture at a scientific conference

in the Caribbean, I assumed that it would be just another boring research

meeting. But since the location was desirable, I agreed to go, and hoped

to enjoy the screnery. It turned out to be better than I anticipated. During

the welcoming dinner, I spotted a gorgeous blond woman from California. She

had an innocent but seductive face, long soft hair, beautifully rounded hips,

and stunning breasts that could not be hidden. Diane was not only gorgeous,

she was intelligent and witty, and had a soft and gentle manner. We hit it

off immediately, and had several conversations, starting with scientific

matters and then becoming more personal. Diane often held my gaze just slighty

longer than normal. By the end of the second day, we had loosened up a lot.

Seeing her in a skimpy, tight bathing suit hardened more than my resolve.

This was enchanced that afternoon as she left the lecture room; she moved past

me and deliberately brushed her breasts across my arm, raising her eyebrows

slightly.

I knew it was only a matter of time before the electricity produced

sparks, but the way it happened was better than any fantasy. Our hosts had

graciously arranged a boat cruise after dinner. We already had enjoy a good

wine, which was later complemented by a few rum punches. On the boat, more

punch was available, along with calypso music and a beautiful tropical breeze.

The music was hypnotic. Diane looked absolutely smashing in a tight wraparound

dress of silky slippery material that clung to every outline of her body,

especially her breasts and nipples. After a rum punch, I looked around for

Diane, but couldn’t find her. I wandered past the stairway to the upper deck

and saw her standing near the railing. She gently took my hand and led me past

very narrow walk around a storage area, leading to a small open part of the

starboard deck measuring about four by eight feet, completely out of sight of

the rest of the boat. She started sensuously dancing to the music with her eyes

closed.

Then came the shock of my life. She reached up to her dress, unsnapped

it, and slowly opened it. Diane was stark naked beneath her dress, except for

her high heels. She tossed her dress on the bench by the wall, leaned forward,

and started to gently and passionately kiss me. Her tongue and lips were

fluid. She rubbed her breasts, then replaced her hands with mine. She slid her

fingers over her clit and into her pussy while still moving sexily to the

music. I quickly removed my clothes and we continued the wild tongue kissing.

Diane took my cock in both hands, slid it tightly against the outside of her

pussy, and started moving back and forth, bringing us both to a frenzy of

excitement. She came with a prolonged shuddering orgasm, and finished by

sliding her fingers into her dripping pussy and rubbing her wetness over my

cock and balls.

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