God’s Golf Course

It was 115 degrees on our wedding day and I for one could not stand living in the desert anymore.  I half jokingly told Beloved that we should just pack up the car and move to the Pacific Northwest.  In one of those moments I’ve come to love about her, we laughed, kept watching tv and minutes later she looked at me and said, “We could totally do that, you know.”

Weeks later the utilities were shut off, bank accounts emptied, and we crammed everything we owned into our four door car.  Having to roll down the windows to fill up the back seat, we quickly left the desert behind for the loving green embrace of the temperate rain forests.

Beloved and I have always traveled well together.  Before this point we had spent many hours in the car together driving back and forth to the nearest big city for some distraction or another that the small college town couldn’t provide.  Between the town and the city we would have epic conversations that could range from philosophy, to politics, to science fiction, you name it.  We talked about everything.  We were never really bored and always excited to hit the road just the two of us and a few mix tapes.  Part of the excitement had something to do with the fact that we always knew that at some point things would turn sexy.  I would make a flirty joke, we’d be talking about our opinions or escapades and eventually Beloved would bite her lip and I knew that one seemingly innocent gesture was code for, “game on”.  The number of orgasms we shared on that stretch of highway is pretty impressive when I think about it.

Of all the possible ways to make each other cum on the road my favorite has always been those times with my hands down her pants while she’s driving.  There’s something about how desperate she is to cum with my fingers on her clit while she is at the same time trying so hard to focus on the road and safely drive.  I get giddy just thinking about the way she bucks her hips into my fingers, pants, moans, and yet struggles to keep her eyes open and focused.

And so it was as we crossed the Continental divide on our move to a cooler climate.

There was something different that day, as my hand was down her unbuttoned and unzipped denim shorts.  She was grinding, she was moaning as usual, but she couldn’t seem to cum.  I tried everything I knew to try.  All the usual triggers weren’t working.  Her distress was actually kind of sexycute as she whined and whimpered.

“Screw it,” she finally let out in exasperation.

She maneuvered her lovely ass down the seat and awkwardly tried to remove her shorts.

“Can I help you?” I asked noticing she was having trouble doing both that and driving.

“Yes!” She shouted in frustration.  “Get ‘em off.  Get ‘em off.”

“Panties too?” I inquired trying to draw out her frustration.

“All of it.  Off, off, off.”

I smiled and complied, noting the dark, damp spot in the crotch of her jean shorts.  Her sexual neediness and frustration were absolutely adorable in that moment.

She sighed a little at the freedom of bare skin on the seat and the cool air on her pussy.

“Well?!” she said annoyed at my playful slowness to return to the business at hand.

I returned my hand to the lovely place between her legs, sliding lightly up her thigh, over her mound, and began again my fingering of her clit.

“Uh-uh,” she scolded and grabbed my hand forcing it down to her wettest place.  

I was done teasing her, knowing that if I pressed much further it could backfire into a full shutdown.  Instead I gave her what I knew she was after and slipped two fingers inside of her.

Beloved shivered and sighed in one breath at the first thrust.  It didn’t take long for us to find our rhythm, her bucking hips meeting the deep, probing thrusts of my fingers.  Her moans and pants became louder and more rapid.  I tilted my fingers to press on one of her internal “hot spots”.  She rewarded me with a stream of four letter words in rapid succession and I knew she was close to cumming.  I could feel the walls of her pussy shiver with the oncoming orgasm.  Within seconds she gripped the wheel tightly and let out one last, gasping four letter word as she came all around my fingers.

Kissing her on the shoulder I removed my fingers as her breathing started to return to normal. The scent of sex filled the car and I couldn’t help but feel quite pleased with myself.  I was surprised to see Beloved bite her lip again and look through the windshield somewhat desperately.

“Honey, is everything ok?” I asked, my self satisfied smile now gone.

“Yeah.  Just…It wasn’t enough.  I need more.”

I was puzzled by the look on her face.   It’s a look I’ve learned not to deny…ever.

She turned on a blinker, pulled to the side of the road, braked, and then put the car into park.

“Right on,” I thought, imagining that we would then slip into the back seat and finish there.  

Of course I forgot the backseat was loaded with our belongings.  That didn’t stop me from being shocked by what would happen next.

My wife turned off the car and grabbed her shorts and panties, putting them on again.

“Come on,” she said as she opened her car door and stepped out.

“What?”

“Come on,” she replied impatiently, walking in front of the car.

Fear seized my chest as I stepped out.  There wasn’t a treeline anywhere to be seen, no shrubbery anywhere.  Nothing would cover us from view at all.  I looked up and down the long stretch of road and saw no one coming.  It was just small rolling green hills everywhere and a winding ribbon of interstate that seemed to flow like a river down the continental divide.  Beloved was already yards away down the side before she turned to face me with her hands on her hips.  I followed after, still worried about the exposure.

“Are you sure about this?  What if someone sees us?” I asked weakly.

The idea of sex exposed, outdoors made me completely on edge.  Exhibitionism hadn’t even entered into my head as a turn on.  It would take years for that to turn around.

“It will be fine,” she said.  “Besides, it’s not like we aren’t married.  Now lay down.”

Within seconds she dropped her shorts and panties, kicked them aside, and had my pants and underwear pulled down.  Before I even knew what happened, given that I was highly distracted by the risk, she had her soaked pussy wrapped around my cock.  I gave out a groan.  My goodness I was so happy we waited for marriage.  

“Oh god…yes…that’s exactly what I needed.  Fingers…just weren’t…doing it,” she said in between thrusts and grinds.  

I wish I could say that my hormones took over, that I looked up at Beloved and everything else faded, and we both had a glorious, shouting to the world orgasm there in that place.  That wouldn’t be quite true.

It was a fairly good thing that I was distracted because I lasted longer there than I possibly ever had before or since.  Beloved ground out orgasm after orgasm while I nervously kept looking around, sure some State Police guy in a Smokie the Bear hat was going to show up and lock us away for indecent exposure.  I regret not being in that moment.

My Beloved shuddered one last time, let out a long satisfied “mmmmmm”, and moved her long hair out of her face to look at me.

“You didn’t cum?”

“No,” I said sheepishly.  “A little too concerned about getting caught.”

She bit her lip.

“I think I can fix that,” she replied with a purr in her voice.

Beloved leaned over and began kissing me and did a move with her pussy that shot me immediately through the roof.  I’m still not sure how to describe it, but she certainly has not forgotten how to do it.  It was as if she pulled the orgasm right out of me with one maybe two thrusts.  It’s such a great move that I constantly refer to her pussy as “magical” ever since.

She rolled off of me with a self satisfied grin that was very similar to the one I had worn in the car earlier.  We put on our discarded pants and lay there on side of the road, yards away from passing traffic, sharing a drowsy afterglow. We stared at the green rolling hills and the sun shining on them in the distance.

“That’s really cool looking,” my Beloved said to me.

“Yeah,” I replied.  “It’s kind of like God’s golf course or something.”

Beloved laughed and then said, “It totally does.  It just needs a little flag on each hill.  Do you think He’d mind?”

“Mind what?”

“What we just did.”

“Adam and Eve were probably doing it daily in His garden.  I doubt He’d begrudge us doing it on His golf course.”

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10 replies
  1. theatreXcpl says:

    Well that sounds like an amazing road trip. I am happy for you that she worked her "magic" and made sure you didn't miss out on an incredible moment.

  2. The Rose says:

    i JUST LOVED READING THIS. My wife and I have had numerous "car Sex Sessions' and we really enjoy it. It is such a challenge to have an orgasm while driving and not totally losing it. One of my favorites is when she sits and masturbates while I am driving. This usually ends with her giving me a BJ.

    • Rab Keth says:

      Glad you enjoyed it. For me, her masturbating in the seat next to me is so much more distracting than anything she does to me while driving. 🙂 There's a story I'm working on about the time she managed to leave puddles behind on the seat without realizing it. Every time I'm driving and I see another car where the female passenger's feet are up on the dash…I can't help but wonder if they are doing what we would be doing. 🙂

  3. Alicia G. M. says:

    Ok, so I was playing around with my vibrator this morning and this story helped in getting this very pregnant woman off.Thanks for a hot story! Feel the need for one more orgasm, so God bless and thanks again

    • alwayswet101 says:

      Oh Alicia this is so similar to how I’m feeling right now. Definitely having a lazy day and my hormones are running through me like crazy with this pregnant body of mine! I’ve had one orgasm this afternoon but I’m definitely going to go for a few more, this story sure got me nice and wet all over again!

  4. Deane says:

    Wow wow wow! Your beloved wife certainly knows how make your volcano explode! I just loved reading these words — "Beloved leaned over and began kissing me and did a move with her pussy that shot me immediately through the roof. I’m still not sure how to describe it, but she certainly has not forgotten how to do it. It was as if she pulled the orgasm right out of me with one maybe two thrusts. It’s such a great move that I constantly refer to her pussy as “magical” ever since." There have been times when my dear wife has done that to me, too — including last night. It used to be very much a hit and miss on her part, but she's been getting a lot better at it lately! THANK YOU for sharing that hot story! God bless you and your beautiful wife, and may her pussy continue to thrill you forever!

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