Road trip sex is really the best part about road trips, isn’t it?

In summer, up here in Alaska the days are bright 24/7, and that means lots of road trip sex. Travelers can have sex on road trips in whatever they bring: an RV, camper, tent, or just a car. This might lead to some embarrassing sex stories, but overall, it’s a grand time.

One time I headed up to Fairbanks with a boyfriend, which included a side stop at Denali. Since it’s a long 5 hours up to Denali (7-8 to Fairbanks), we stopped halfway to Denali on the side of the road. My boyfriend shook his head at me as he pulled into the gas station, and I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Just look at your clothes,” he told me.

My Clothes

Unsure of his meaning, I stared down at myself. I wore some tight shorts and a white tank for the music festival up in Fairbanks, which I didn’t think unusual. On my head, sunglasses and a hat lay ready to be used. I hadn’t used them just yet, because the further North you go, the more sunlight you’ll receive. Shrugging, I told him I didn’t know what he meant. So, he took it upon himself to show me.

He leaned over and began kissing my neck, and then moved his tongue down my sternum and onto my tits. My breasts easily popped out of my tank top, directly into his mouth.

At this point, I began to understand his meaning. For him, seeing me in my revealing clothes was too much. But I didn’t want to have sex just yet, because I didn’t want to get messy. Luckily, my brain came up with a compromise. Which, you know if you’ve ever had someone sucking on your erogenous zones, is a difficult thing to do.

The Compromise

“Stop, stop,” I told him, patting his face away. Frowning, he let my nipple fall from his mouth, his eyes guilty. Reaching up to touch his face, I smiled at him, letting him know I was fine. “I don’t want to come just yet,” I told him. “But I certainly don’t want to leave you hard and wanting.”

This time, I similarly pushed him over and began to unzip his pants. He’d parked on the side of the road, so I didn’t have to worry about us getting into a crash– very unsexy. “Yes please,” I heard him breathe, which left me thinking this was, even more, a good idea than the idea I had before.

Once I pulled his cock out, I knew it’d been the right choice. I wrapped my lips around him and began to suck. Occasionally my head would hit the steering wheel, but hey, that’s the dangers of road trip sex, right?

My ex always seemed like my blowjobs would be the death of him, and this time was no exception. He gasped and bit on his finger. His feet pushed down on the pedals of the car– such a good thing we were parked with the engine off! Basically, every part of his body seemed to be electrified, even his dick, which twitched and hardened in my mouth.

And when he came, goodness! You’d thought he had died and gone to heaven.

 

 

Want to talk about some road trip sex stories of your own?

I’d love to trade them over steamy phone sex!

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