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The Journey Part One Phone Sex!

The Journey

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A special fella wrote this blog series about me and Kayla. I’m pleased to be able to share this extremely sexy erotica with you all!

On a whim, Gianna had decided to take a trip to Las Vegas to see her friend Kayla. The two of them agreed that they hadn’t bonded in a while, and with a little time and opportunity on her hands, Gianna was packing up her car for a long weekend.


The drive was about 16 hours, and Gianna was going to split it up over two days. As she meandered south, the car ride really afforded herself time to think about the time she was going to spend with Kayla. While their relationship had been strictly platonic, Gianna had recently been having “thoughts” about what it would be like to be with a woman for the first time. To date, Kayla hadn’t given any indication that she was willing to swing like that, and Gianna certainly didn’t want to ruin a good friendship by forcing Kayla to do something with which she wasn’t comfortable. Yet, Gianna was going to look hard for the signs, and if she saw any opening from Kayla, she was going to go for it.

Driving with the windows down, the breeze was keeping Gianna comfortable. However, she noticed as she continued to make road trip progress, her thoughts for Kayla were getting more intense. What would it be like if I accidentally brushed her leg? Would it be silky smooth? Would I be able to take my hand off of it? And what about if our gazes locked a little too long? Gianna wanted to brush her hand through Kayla’s hair just to feel its softness. Would she let me go in for the kiss? God…I’m starting to get this hot and horny 10 hours away for someone I’m not even sure will reciprocate, she thought. How am I ever going to make it to Las Vegas?

The thoughts kept coming like gentle waves on a beach. They weren’t too obtrusive all at once, but they were at pleasant intervals. After about half an hour of these thoughts, and with the constant breeze on her chest, Gianna realized that her nipples had become rock hard. It was uncomfortable yet titillating…literally. Gianna’s breasts were the object of desire for so many men and the object of envy of so many women. Men with limited vocabularies called them “fun bags” with a snicker. Men who were smarter dispensed with trite descriptions and just attacked them ravenously. Gianna only let the smart men play with her, anyway.

Gianna contemplated what to do with her predicament as the miles continued to peel away. She realized that she was in a smaller stretch of highway, and only a few cars here and there seemed to be passing her from either direction. It was quite a rush to be perky at 75 miles per hour, but this certainly didn’t seem safe. Rest stops were sporadic, and exits to towns even more so. Pulling off to the shoulder of the road to regain her composure seemed to be the only option.

Except…no. Her friends made fun of her for getting the tinted windows on the car, but they came in really handy right now. Gianna powered her window up. She scanned the road. There was a car ahead of her about a mile in the distance, but no cars in her rear-view mirror, and no cars coming the other way. For a split-second, she let go of the wheel. With both hands free, now it was time to make her tits free. She quickly pulled her t-shirt over her head and threw it to the passenger side seat, then put her hands back on the wheel.

Although she knew she wasn’t going to see Kayla today, she was determined to look sexy the entire trip. Her black Victoria’s Secret bra was now the only clothing motorists would see on her if they were able to peer into her car. Luckily, though, the tint did not allow those going south to see her from the side, and those going north were going too fast to be able to recognize what happened. It felt deviant, but it felt good.

Sooo…now what? Gianna didn’t want to lose the buzz she was feeling. Taking her left hand off the steering wheel and just driving with her right, she made an upward palm and batted her left breast upward. Then, she batted her right. Boy, they both felt full. She repeated, and threw her head back a little. God, this feels crazy good.

But, she knew she had to concentrate on the road. A speeding ticket or an accident could lead to bigger problems if she had to encounter someone with only a bra on up top. She had about two hours more to her hotel, so she resolved herself to fondle her breasts only once every 15 minutes. Each fondle made her breasts even harder, which she thought was impossible when she started each time. By the third 15-minute segment, she was actively counting down the seconds on the clock. By the fifth, the first hint of precum had drizzled her panties. By the time she got (surprisingly) safely to the hotel parking lot, she thought she was going to have to rub herself out right then and there before getting a room key. She put her t-shirt back on, not caring how disheveled or hot and bothered she looked.

Gianna staggered a bit to the front desk and to her assigned room. The untrained eye would have pegged her for inebriated with booze, not with thoughts of another woman. She opened the door to her room, shoved her suitcase to the first open space, and flopped onto the bed. Her ass sat at the bed’s edge and her feet touched the floor while her back lay prone. She kicked her shoes off, hitting the hotel mirror in the process with one of them. She couldn’t unfasten her jeans or pull her panties down fast enough. Had anyone from the hotel knocked on the door asking for room entry, she would have been incapable of answering.

She didn’t even have time for any of the toys she brought. She just started rubbing her clit like a DJ spinning on a turntable. All she could imagine was Kayla on her knees with her hot, wet breath between Gianna’s thighs. Gianna threw her head back and gave an intense final swipe at her clit. An involuntary convulsion followed, and then a gushing explosion.

After a couple seconds to catch her breath, Gianna scooted up the bed, fully clothed from the top but bottomless. She laid on her side and went to sleep, thoughts of Kayla dancing in her head. Tomorrow she would see the woman who did this to her. She could only hope that the real experience would be half as intense as what she just experienced.

To be continued…

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