by Denise Avery
“Want to see the inside?”
“Obviously!” Claire squealed bouncing on her heels. Parker took her hand and led the way. The vessel was black with chrome accents, and the name on the side read Brooklyn Baby. Claire rolled her eyes at the obvious allusion to her station before meeting Parker that fated day on the subway train. The vehicle was as tall as an eighteen-wheeler, and almost as long. She couldn’t help thinking that her entire apartment in New York City could fit comfortably inside and then some.
“Here we go.” He said punching in the key code, the door hissed open to admit its passengers. Parker offered Claire his arm and helped her up the steep staircase into the cockpit; she was knocked speechless by what she saw. The bus looked like a luxury jet; swiveling captain chairs, plush leather seats, a fully set-up kitchen and sunken living room. Everything she could have imagined and more was right there in front of her. Seeing a full-sized master bedroom in the back of the bus she raced toward it for a closer look, smiling at the stocked bar on the way, Claire discovered the bedroom was set up in the romantic style of old Hollywood. There was even a little pouf chair and old-fashioned makeup mirror, like something out of a Bette Davis film.
The whole set up was incredibly glamorous, much more like something out a 1950’s spy flick than futuristic. Claire appreciated the fact that there weren’t any high-tech gadgets in the way, thinking such things had no place on a road trip. Instead of decking the bus out like a spaceship it looked like Parker had hired the set dressers from Mad Men to transform the vehicle completely. Claire adored the old glamour and her mind leapt to the weeks ahead, the Grand Canyon sipping Manhattans and chain smoking with her Cary Grant. She didn’t smoke, but the atmosphere made her feel like yet another version of herself.
She wondered if life with Parker would always be this unpredictable. In such a short time she’d gone from indebted hipster Brooklynite ,to saucy mistress, to blushing bride and now trailer sex kitten/Grace Kelly wannabe. The strange thing was that instead of becoming overwhelmed by her ever-changing circumstances, and getting lost in the shuffle, Claire felt more connected to herself than ever. She felt even in the quickly shifting landscape of life with Parker, her role as a woman of the world was easier to understand now. Parker was showing her so many new sides of herself, and in the process allowing her to understand who she was.
“Do you like it?” He asked leaning against the plush swivel chair. Claire turned to look at him and giggled, on his head sat a jauntily placed captain’s hat.
“I love it, and you look ridiculous.” Claire laughed rushing to him.
“I thought it fit the decor” Parker smiled. “It’s not too much?”
“Too much? It’s fantastic where did you get the idea?”
“Well,” Parker said snaking his arm around her waist. “I’ve always had a thing for what I believe are called the ‘old days’. I’m sure that there were complications to consider back then, things to be concerned about. Maybe it’s naive to think everything may have been easier, but part of me wishes I had been born into the generation of martini lunches and chain-smoking secretaries. The sixties, I showed up too late to enjoy any of this as an adult. I got to be a teenager in the eighties, not exactly comparable.”
“I know what you mean, but you do realize that if you had been born into that generation, you’d be more than old enough to be my father?” She asked.
“It wouldn’t be that much of a difference.” Parker winked.
“Ugggh.” Claire shuddered. “It would for me, now we’re just a little... unconventional, but tack ten years onto you, and... gross.”
“You mean you wouldn’t be interested if I were an older, older man?” Parker asked affecting his idea of a Humphrey Bogart voice.
She giggled and shook her head. Parker grabbed her well-padded waist and pulled her into the captain’s chair. Spinning merrily his hands worked their way under Claire’s cotton tee cupping her voluptuous breasts. Claire pretended to be offended by wiggling to get free of his grasp.
“Parker! We’re still in the parking lot; what will people think?”
“To hell with people.” Parker growled like an old time movie star. “I’m all hot and bothered little lady, I need a piece of that sweet body of yours, and I need it now.”
He launched himself after her and tugged her off her feet. Claire wasn’t a small girl by any means, but even her sturdy body was no match for Parker. In the blink of an eye she was pinned on the shag carpet of the bus’s living room. Claire laughed at the little antiquated detail; it reminded her of her grandfather’s den. She dug her fingers into the carpet as Parker slid his hands back around her breasts. The oldness of the decor made her feel even younger under his hands, and the thrill of it made her awfully horny for so early in the day.
“We’re going to get in trouble.” Claire whispered theatrically. She sucked in her breath as Parker gave her breasts a firm squeeze, the feel of his rough hands made her begin to melt. He ran his thumbs over her tender nipples and kissed her throat lightly. The doubled sensations in such delicate places sent a shiver running down Claire’s spine, and she wiggled under her husband writhing in pleasure.
Parker pushed the cottons shirt over the mounds of breast and she unclipped the clasp of her simple bra letting it fall away. As ever Parker paused to luxuriate in the sight of his wife’s breasts. Those twin peaks were like Kryptonite to him, they overpowered his thoughts. Parker lowered his mouth to take Claire’s nipple into his mouth sucking loudly at the sensitive disk. Claire gasped as he bit down lightly and dug her hands into his hair. Egged on, he bit first at one, then the other nipple digging his fingers into her sides, back and ass.
“Take me right here.” She gasped bringing her arms forward to create a beautiful pillow of tits, for her husband to bury his face in. Parker groaned at her straight talk and gladly accepted her gorgeous offering.
“You want me to do you on the floor?” He asked roughly. “You want me to fuck you right here in the parking lot like a dirty whore I picked up on the street?”
Claire bit her lip shooting Parker her best ‘come hither’ look; he didn’t need any more convincing. Before she could utter another word he had her pins hard at the shoulders. Straddling her he teased her rubbing his swollen bulge between her legs. She moaned as the huge body of his dick grazed her pussy just out of reach. She wanted more than anything to take him into her mouth right then, but she figured that he had other ideas for her.
He abruptly stood and stared down at Claire. She scrambled to follow him, but he laid a wing-tipped foot on her bare chest guiding her back down to the carpet.
“Did I say that you could get up?” He said quietly.
Claire slowly shook her head dazzled by the low authoritative note ringing through his voice. Parker stepped back observing the girl lying on the floor before him. With shirt and bra cast aside she was left wearing only tight short jeans cutoffs, plastic sunglasses balanced above ash blonde bangs, and a pair of dirty white sneakers. She looked very much like a well developed Lolita, and all talk of age differences had Parker feeling a bit lecherous.
“Don’t cover yourself.” Parker said and Claire took her hands away from her chest. Her full breasts spilled from her in a bouncing motion as she let them hang free. Parker stared hungrily at her supremely fuckable form, now defenseless in the perfect state of undress. He began to walk slowly around her enjoying the 360 view of the young woman who had given herself to him so many times. He couldn’t imagine for one moment taking her for granted and Claire could see the sentiment in his eyes. However rough they sometimes were together she knew that she was cherished by her husband. She trusted him completely and the feeling was mutual. Only through such deep understanding were they able to leap so far off the grid together.
“I want those shorts gone.” Parker demanded.
Blinking up at him Claire obeyed. Sliding her manicured fingers into the waist line she tantalized him in his vantage point above. Finding the three little
buttons that held them up she slowly, excruciatingly, unfastened each one. Then pulling them open began to shimmy them off down her ample hips, wiggling and sending her breasts into a jiggling frenzy. The sight brought him right to the edge and as of yet hadn’t touched him.
Removing the shorts revealed a pair of blue and white-trimmed panties; Parker couldn’t believe how sexy this girl could be in the simplest of clothes. She didn’t need any fancy lingerie or cosmetic enhancement to look the most gorgeous creature he’d ever set eyes on. He’d been with many, many women in his life. Even while he was married he always had mistresses at his beckon call, but none had ever stirred his heart the way Claire did.
“Lose those too.”
Claire happily hooked her thumbs into the elastic waist and drew them down her legs. She laid back on the carpet in dirty sneakers, cheap sunglasses and hair billowing out beneath her head. Because she knew how to get to him desperate, Claire spread her toned legs exposing her pussy. Below her enormous breasts, and past the perfect soft stomach, gaped the waiting wetness that Parker knew so well. He loved nothing more than burying his face in the pink folds of that dazzling cunt to lick and suck her to orgasm. Knowing exactly where to touch and rub, had prompted so many screaming orgasms. Occasionally, multiples make her cum and cum, leaving them to wonder if she has used her share up. She hasn’t of course and they like to imagine that she will continue as long as they both should live. That should have been in the wedding vows they agree.
Parker drank in the sight of his wife lying on the carpet in all her glory. She arched her back moving her knees even further apart, making Parker’s heart leap from his chest. Resting her willowy hand on her belly she smiled up at her husband eager to please him. He slowly circled her feeling the first beads of sweat beginning to accumulate on his forehead. Parker thought with a smile that this was the first time they’d be fucking on their honeymoon, so he would have to make it count. Gently, he nudged her side with the toe of his shoe, she wiggled, anxious for his contact.
“Please.” she begged softly. “I’m so turned on...”
“Then why don’t you do something about it?” Parker countered.
Claire began to raise herself on to her feet looking ready to pounce on him. Again, Parker pushed her down with his foot and shook his head. “No, you must do something about it yourself.”
“What!” Claire exclaimed her eyes widening.
“Get yourself off, I want to watch.” He commanded.
“Parker...” Claire said truly blushing.
Parker realized he had actually found something that Claire was shy about. He felt himself grow harder at the wonder of it, and had to put his hands in his back pockets to stop himself from leaping on her.
“I said touch yourself. I want to see how you do it. I must know what you do to yourself when you’re alone, how you make yourself cum.”
“But Parker.” Claire protested. “I’ve never... done that in front of anyone.”
“Excellent.” Parker replied.
She bit her lip and anxiously glanced around as if to see that they were still alone. Parker’s toes curled in pleasure as he watched her squirm. Claire looked so incredibly young, much like a little girl in a grown woman’s body. Slowly, tentatively, Claire let her hands close around her breasts, with her fingers pinching at them. She moved in an endearingly awkward way, and Parker had to resist grinning at how adorable she was.
As she continued to play with herself Claire’s self consciousness faded. Her nipples stood erect and excited, her hands moved fluidly pinching and stroking her breasts in all the right places. Parker watched as Claire’s lips parted slightly, her moist tongue resting against her top teeth. Could she have any idea how mind-blowing she was right now?
Her eyes flicked up to meet Parker’s and a subtle blush rose to her cheeks, she was both bashful and turned on. Her fingers began to creep slowly down her torso, scraping at the sumptuous skin of her belly. She pushed down at her hips as if resisting the inevitable journey that her hands had already embarked upon.
“You know you want to.” Parker urged as her fingers paused. “Do it for me, show me.”
That was all the coaching Claire needed; her hands rested upon her sensitive inner thighs. Parker swore he could smell her becoming wetter. Claire rolled her head back against the carpet and raised her knees exposing her sweet little pussy. She let the fingers of one hand trace the outline of her holy slit, Parker’s mind reeled as he watched. She took her time exploring the folds and lips of her pussy, reveling in the wetness of desire. She slipped two fingers inside letting out a little moan of pleasure as she did so. Her other fingers finally found the way to the little knob of pleasure throbbing for her attention.
As Claire laid her fingers upon her clit she reared as if it was electrified. Driving her fingers deeper inside, she marveled at the strangeness of enjoying the feel of her own pussy. She rubbed her clit quickly and then gently, as if afraid of the power she possessed over her body. Glancing up she could see the distinct outline of his cock straining his trousers, his arousal only urged her on. She flicked and massaged her clit as quickly as she could with exact precision. Her legs began to tremble and the soft moans that had built in the back of her throat ascended to cries of rapture. Parker watched spellbound as the orgasm he had coaxed drew closer and closer. Looking up and meeting his gaze made Parker realize she was waiting for permission!
“Cum.” He commanded.
As the syllable left his mouth Claire erupted with the pleasure of lust. Writhing wildly on the floor, with eyes closed by ecstasy, her juices flowed freely from her pussy. Parker’s breath caught in his throat, and for a moment needed to prop himself up lest he tumble over sideways. Who was this magnificent creature, decked out in sneakers and pleasuring herself wildly on the ground before him? The waves of her rapture faded and Claire was still, basking in her pool of delight. She blinked up at Parker grinning sheepishly.
“Is that what you wanted?” She asked rolling onto her side. Parker was paralyzed with desire could barely speak.
“I love you.” He said dropping to his knees.
“I love y—” Claire started, but Parker’s mouth found hers before she could finish the word.
He pulled her almost naked body against his enfolding her in his arms. His powerful tongue dug into her eager mouth. She wrapped her lips around his tongue and sucked sending a wave of sensation ripping through him. Her fingers slid beneath his waistline pulling on his white polo shirt. His removal of the garment over his head made Claire hurry to release his belt and free him of his trousers. She’d been waiting for a chance to suck on his glorious dick since the moment they had awoken, and it seemed her chance had arrived.
Before he could stop her Claire was down on her knees, his dick was solid and so tempting. She took his pulsing organ between her lips and wasted no time using delicate flicks of the tongue on its head. Swallowing down as much of its length and girth as possible, allowed her to savor the taste, texture and smell of the cock she worshipped. She wrapped her palms around his swollen nuts and let her fingers dance lightly across them. The powerful sucking and delicate touch took Parker’s breath away.
In a flash Claire was face down on the carpet; Parker had ripped of his trousers and was knelt behind her stark naked. He forcefully lifted her hips to mount her from behind. She thrilled as the shag carpet ripped at her elbows a little. Parker poised his cock against her wet pussy, and reached around her body. His fingers found her aching clit and rubbed the tender nub until her every nerve sang with delight. As ripples of pleasure cascaded through her he thrust his mighty cock into her. She was sure that he would go straight through.
He pounded against her roughly taking hold of her beautiful ass for support. Claire’s face and breasts knocked against the carpet with every thrust; at the border of pain and pleasure she came again as Parker’s shaft stroked her clit with an expert amount of force. Parker dug his nails into her well-padded ass and threw his head back. T
he fleeting image of Claire touching herself on the floor had resurfaced in his mind and sent him toppling into the realm of shattering pleasure.
Parker pulled out of Claire and came unceasingly over her back. She gasped with surprise and delight as his semen coated her skin. She wished to be covered completely with the warm stickiness of her husband’s cum. Parker howled as he came, wishing to be as one in, on, and around Claire’s incredible body. They wished more than anything to be one in their pleasure and were looking forward to a rapturous future of coming closer and closer to being one body. They collapsed together onto the carpet with their chests heaving. Parker smiled at his wife while shaking his head in wonderment. Claire nestled against Parker’s firm chest, giddy with delight.
“That was quite the christening for our new fleet.” Claire said.
Parker laughed. “You can say that again.”
“Do you think anyone heard us?” Claire asked.
After all they were parked before the very hotel that their wedding guests had spent the night. For all they knew someone’s grandmother could have been passing by the trailer with the newlyweds howling their pleasure to the Gods.
Parker shrugged, he was unconcerned about anything except his new wife and the prospect of their trip. If this is what had occurred in the parking lot of their hotel, what in the world was waiting for them on the open road? Reluctantly, the pair began to gather their clothes, Parker nodded toward the master bedroom.
“Perhaps you want to check out your travel wardrobe?”
Claire’s eyes widened and she raced naked across the trailer. Parker smiled as her delighted squeals rang through the compartment. She came dancing back before him clutching a dress to her. It was a gingham pin-up garment of the same style as their trailer; Claire’s eyes were wide with delight.
“I feel like I’m in a movie or something.” She squealed hurrying to put it on. Of course it hugged her in all the right places. Parker had had her entire wardrobe built specifically to her tantalizing measurements.
