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GETTING AWAY MEANS GETTING IT JUST HOW SHE WANTS IT


They had made plans for the bed and breakfast months ago. It was a cute, simple B&B on the Coast, near a small town called Oysterville. They picked the place because they needed to get out of the city. Seems all year was work and deadlines and house projects. They just needed a weeked away. No cooking, no laundry, no yardwork...nothing. To recharge their batteries, they needed nothing more than the three basic humans things: eating, sleeping, sex. Especialy the last. They could always catch up later on sleep.



He started out driving and she read a magazine in the passenger seat. She had left her underwear at home; she said, who needs underwear this weekend?

As they drove, she felt the breeze from the vents slide up her legs, tickle her trimmed curls. She read him articles from Cosmo. They'd picked up a copy at the gas station on the way out of town. It had pieces like "What drive men crazy, ten tips to try tonight" and "what men would ask for in bed--secrets reveaed!" She read aloud and he added his oopinions. Talk of biting, spanking, tying up with with ties on the bedpost, whipped creme, blindfolds, made her increasing wet, and made his cock strain in his pants.

After an hour, they traded drivers. The conversation continued. She realized that even though she always felt free to do whatever felt good in bed with him, that they never really talked about it as they made love. They just did it, fell into the patterns of what worked well. As she drove and he continued to read to her from the magazine, her hand had moved down between her legs. She had pushed up her dress and was slowly running up and down her wet folds, grazing the now sesitive hood of her clit.


He stopped reading when he noticed. She noticed his pants were strained a spot of precum had appeared.

By now they were deep into the Coastal Range on a two lane road. They'd finished the magazine, but were still turned on. She reached over and unfastened his pants, releasing his half-hard cock to the open air. As she drove, she slowly storked it. She kept her eyes on the road, but could picture every inch and wrinkle in her mind. She knew exactly what she wanted when they arrived.

Finally they were on the coast. They checked in and set down the bags.

She unpacked a bottle of lube and set it on the bed. She then stripped totally naked and assumed the possition. On her hands and knees, she thrust her ass to the air, wide, open, inviting him to stand behind her, lube her up, and fuck her like she had needed to be fucked in years. He was hard, filled with the strain of hours of foreplay. He was ready. He would fuck her, no holding back.

He climbed behind her, lubed up, and pushed it home to the hilt. They both moaned deeply, having found exactly what they were needing.
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