The Great Outdoors (Part 1)

Life Is About The Journey, Not The Destination

Photo by Marina Liashchuk on Unsplash

The bags were easy to pack. Mostly shampoo and toothbrushes. There was not need to fill them up with days worth of clothing - we wouldn’t be wearing any most of the time.

Because of that, however, I did have plenty of room for toys which is a bonus in my book. The one toy I didn’t know we were bringing was given to me as we sat down in the car getting ready to drive away.

I’d been watching instagram.com/@realdelicto talk about the SVibe Snail and had been dropping hints to my partner that it looked amazing. So when he reached into the backseat and presented the Snail Vibe to me, I wanted to use it right away.

“Just be patient. I have plans in mind.” Was all he said as I pouted, hoping he’d lean over and bite the lip I had sticking out so I could pull him in and persuade him to play.

But no, he has always had more self control than I.

He’d suggested this trip after I’d stressed about a presentation a few weeks ago but it kept getting delayed. This had been the only weekend we were both available, so I was ready to go.

I needed a break.

He could see that I was antsy by the way I squirmed in my seat. I hate riding in a car and wasn’t looking forward to the 4-hours I’d have to sit. My legs get restless, and I was already thinking about using my new toy.

We’d only been on the road for about two-and-a-half hours and I’d he could see that I’d had enough.

“Lay your seat back and try to relax,” he said after I’d adjusted my position for the thousandth time.

“That’s not going to help, and you know I can’t sleep in cars.” My tone was a bit whiney and even I hated that, but I just wanted to get there. “I’m sorry, but you know I think the travelling part of travelling is the worst.”

He put on his “Dom Voice” and said, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

I flashed him a look that I’m sure exuded shock, wonder, confusion, and the one that screams “you have the audacity…” Honestly, I was mostly surprised because he reserves this voice for the bedroom. I’d never heard it “out in the wild” before, and my body reacted immediately.

Watching him, I reached my hand between the door and seat to press the automatic controls. I slowly lowered my torso all the way back, then lay there uncomfortable in more ways than one.

This position in a moving vehicle felt weird.

Seeing the cabs of truck drivers looking down on me through the window was weird.

Staring at the ceiling of the car was weird.

Watching the treetops wiz by made my eyes feel weird.

The only thing that wasn’t weird was the all-too-familiar ache I felt for this man that always seems to know exactly what I need, even when I didn’t.

Mostly, though, I wanted him to praise me for my obedience. Even though I hesitated and questioned his direction, I did as he asked.

But he said nothing.

My disappointment lasted only a moment when he gently placed his hand on my knee, giving it a light squeeze. He left it there, my body vibrating with need.

He’d done it. I was no longer focused on how uncomfortable I was; how cramped my legs were and how much my back ached. Now, my only thought was of how badly I wanted that hand to go farther.

His fingers began to make small circles on the inside of my knee before sliding up about an inch or two to rest on my thigh with another squeeze.

My arms, which had been crossed over my chest, now relaxed and found my breasts.

He glanced over his shoulder and smiled as he looked for cars while he changed lanes. I was rewarded with another move of his hand up my leg, and then another.

His pinky, if he’d extend it, would easily reach the inseam of my jeans. If it did, he’d feel how ready I was. How much I wanted him.

My clothing felt constricting. I needed everything to come off, but logically knew that wasn’t an option, but there was one article of clothing that I could lose…

I sat up only slightly to unhook my bra and pull my arms into my shirt to slide it off, setting it on the center console.

Another reward, as he cupped my pussy and rubbed the heal of his hand at the bottom of the zipper, hitting my clit in just the right way. I ground into him with a moan of approval.

My tits ached and demanded attention while I arched my back, slipping one hand up my shirt and the other over his. I bent my knees up and out for better access.

Quickly, his hand pulled out from under mine and went to the wheel. He was navigating through a small bit of traffic and all I could think was how empty and cold I felt without his touch.

I reached for him, touching his arm and grabbing a fistful of his shirt.

He chuckled and whispered something that sounded a little like “Such a greedy little slut” but I couldn’t be sure.

As the traffic died down and we were back to the usual pace of travel, he lowered his hand again. It went to the button at my waistband, flicking it open easily and pulling the side closest to him to loosen the zipper.

I close my eyes in anticipation of him finding no panties. A secret surprise I was saving for the moment we walked into our cabin, but happy to not have them on right now.

The next moment was filled with stars and the sun colliding. The sensation of his fingers running through my arousal, spreading it around my clit, and circling had me writhing.

When his finger slid inside, I gasped.