One Magical Night

It’s Valentine’s Day, 2006. We leave early in the morning, just before sunrise. The camper is hitched to the back of my truck, all ready to go. We have packed enough food and supplies for at least a week of camping and exploring. Finally we are on our way for a week of adventure to the beautiful town of Washington in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. They host an array of antique shops and wineries and of course there is the breathtaking Shenandoah National Park.

I watch you stretch and snuggle in to get comfortable in the reclining passenger seat. Your small travel pillow is behind your head. I love the way your red hair lies softly against your cheek when you sleep. You look so angelic with your eyes closed and the look of contentment on your lovely face.

I pull the small blanket around you with my free hand, just before I notice your cleavage peeking out above the top of your soft pink, v-neck sweater. I smile softly to myself as I think about slipping my fingers down between the cleft in your tits and running under the left breast. I imagine cupping it and lifting it up to my lips to suckle. 

Beep!! Beep!! You jump, startled at the blast from a horn.

“Oh, my God!!” I shout, as I swerve to the left lane, just missing running up the butt end of a little VW Bug. 

You look over at me in shock. “What happened baby?” you gasp.

“I ummmm, well I,” I stammer as I look back down at your chest.

You giggle softly, pulling your sweater down a bit, allowing me a better view of your sweet globes. “Keep your mind on the road sweetie, or you’ll get us killed.”

“Oh, yeah, that’ll do it!” I chuckle.

You take my hand kissing the palm, after I have you all tucked in. In appreciation of my caring gesture, you take my index finger and put it in your mouth, sucking suggestively. Then you reach over and caress my crotch, before cupping my balls in your soft hand thru my pants. I moan and gently push your hand back under the blanket.

“Not yet, my love,” I whisper.

You coo contentedly and close your eyes again, drifting off to sleep with a little smile on your lips. You doze off for awhile.

After driving about an hour or so, you stir, sit upright and ask, "Sweetheart, where are we?" 

"On Rte 17 North, almost to the truck stop. We need to stop there for fuel, if you need to use the bathroom,” I answer. 

"I'm getting hungry! Why don't we have lunch there?" I continue. 

"That’s a great idea, honey, I'm a little hungry, too," you reply.

In less than 10 minutes, we turn into the truck stop. I stop at the R/V pump, get out, and fill the tank with fuel. Then we drive around to the big parking lot, reserved for trucks with trailers. There are hundreds of big rigs here, most with their diesel engines running, and the noise is deafening.

You can't wait to get into the camper, and I turn on the propane gas at the tank so you can use the stove to make our lunch. While you're doing this, I take the dog for a walk and give her some food and water. I bring her inside the camper and shut the door. You look up from making our grilled cheese sandwiches and smile. 

So glad to be alone together I smile back, as I take you into my arms for a long sweet kiss. My tongue slips between your lips and finding yours, dances a sweet tango. My hands move down between us and caress your soft breast thru the sweater. 

I feel your nipple hardening under my touch and moan into your kiss, “Mmmmmm, what's for lunch?"

You playfully slap me on the ass and reply, "Well aren’t you the romantic one. I made soup and sandwiches, is grilled ham and cheese ok?" 

"Absolutely, sounds good to me," I laugh in reply.

Boots, my big Shepherd, lies down near the door of the camper, and goes to sleep. She is a good traveling companion, and she likes you very much. She loves the way you rub behind her ears. Actually I love the way you rub behind my ears too!

After lunch I help with the few dishes and we move to the big bed in the front of the camper. We are making great time traveling; so I think we have time for a little nap. 

We only lay there for a few minutes when you again lift my hand to your lips. You press them around my thumb and suck it in and out of your sweet mouth, while gazing up into my eyes, with that lustful look of yours. 

“Mmmmmmm, baby, you keep that up and I’m going to give you something good to suck on,” I moan.

It has started to rain and the sound of it rapping against the camper roof is so soothing. You stop sucking my fingers and begin removing our clothes. I don't have to do anything; you doing everything, as I lay there perfectly willing to let you make love to me.

This is one of the wonderful parts of our relationship. We don't assume that one or the other always has to make the first move. We both just absolutely love the great sex life that we share. We have never refused the lustful advances of the other.

Sensing I'm just a little tired, it's your loving nature to want to please me. So I just kiss you as you unbutton my shirt, letting your fingertips graze my chest as you move down my chest. I bring your top up over your lovely breasts, kissing each before I lift it off over your head. You shake your hair free and that sends shivers up my spine watching it settle back over your creamy shoulders. 

I bring my lips to yours once again, kissing you passionately. Your tits swell over the top of your bra. They look so inviting. I trace my finger over the crest of each and around your side, deftly unhooking the bra with one hand as the other caresses your cheek. Your breasts
fall free and I see that the nipples are mildly swollen. Leaning in I take one between my lips and stretch it gently. You moan as I begin to suckle at it, like a baby on its mommy’s tit. Running your fingers through my hair you push me gently down harder on it. I know what you want, but I keep you at bay for a bit longer. 

Pulling back and looking into those lovely hazel blue eyes, I growl, “Now as to that thing that I have for you to suck on!”

You giggle and reach down to loosen my belt and unzip my fly. Your hand reaches inside my boxers, to grasp my tumescent manhood. You gently begin stroking it. 

“Mmmmm, yes baby, that’s how Daddy likes it,” I moan, “See how hard you make me? I mean it, just look at my cock!”

It swells to full hardness as you rub and stroke it. Entwining my fingers in your hair I ease you down on me. One kiss, one lick, and then you wrap those sweet soft lips around me and slowly start to swallow me down into your throat. 

“Ohhhhhh...God, angel! Yessssss. That’s it baby. Suck that cock!!”

You moan around my cock now, sending vibrations thru it and straight to my balls. Your fingers knead my balls feeling them swell and fill with a load you can’t wait to take into your mouth and throat. Looking up at me you smile around my cock and suck harder. Up and down, in and out, sucking faster, harder, and deeper you bob, with each thrust of my hips. 

“Ohhhhhh baby I’m gonna cummmmmmmm,” I shout.

You suck harder now, knowing that’s what I like and as I tighten my grip on your hair, I shoot my load deep into your throat. You suck and swallow, suck and swallow, taking it all without missing a beat. I lay there completely spent for a couple of minutes, holding you in my arms as my excitement subsides.

Then I rise up on one elbow looking down on you and smile evilly. I reach into a drawer taking something out of it. 

"What do you have there?" you ask me.

"It's a surprise I got for us,” I answer. 

"Well, let me see it!" you squeal happily.

“Close your eyes my sweet,” I command. 

I watch as you obediently close those sweet orbs, excited as a little girl on Christmas morning. Asking you to raise your hips, I unbutton your slacks and ease them over your rounded ass and down your long, sexy legs. Taking my hand I gently ease your thighs open. You comply and your knees drop to the sides against the mattress. Pressing my finger against your pussy lips I can feel how wet you already are thru the softness of your red silk thong.