A holiday in the mountains with my loved one; oh, it was just too good to be true! I wanted to pinch myself to see if it wasn't a dream. But getting a car had been no problem and we were on the way at last, I finally believed it as we left the smog and noise of the city behind.
The rental agency had given us a Chevrolet, practically new, and it hummed along nicely, clicking off the mileage. Zoe was a capable driver, evidently, and she held a steady rate of speed as we spiraled upward into the mountains. I found her fascinating to look at, that exotic face, the slitted dark eyes peering through the windshield. Big breasts rising and falling with every breath. And the beautiful tawny legs so alluringly exposed, the skirt rucked up to mid-thigh to give her freedom to work the pedals. No stockings. Even angled under a dashboard, those sleek-muscled bare limbs were pure poetry.
My fingers itched, my mouth was strangely dry, and I couldn't stave off the urge to touch what my gaze had been devouring. Tentatively, almost fearfully, I let my hand dangle and then sink upon the denuded surface of a thigh. Her skin was soft and velvety to my fingertips.
"Hey!" The car swerved suddenly.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Just took me by surprise, that was all. No harm done. Kid? You feeling sexy already?"
"Uh-huh. Don't I always?"
"My eager little beaver. First chance we get, I'll have to do something about that, huh? And meanwhile, what the hell, go ahead and sneak a feel if you like."
"I, I wouldn't want to cause a crackup. You're sure it won't interfere with your driving?"
"It's okay. Might even make the trip more interesting. Long as you don't sneak up on me."
"Sorry about that, I was tempted by your gorgeous gams." My fingers tingled to the caress of smooth thigh-flesh. "I can resist anything but temptation."
She chuckled, wriggling momentarily and then dropping one hand from the wheel to catch my wrist and guide me into the intimate warmth of her body. "Here. Is this temptation enough?"
I sighed rapturously, already beyond any need for guidance, glad to be on my own as she resumed steering with both hands. My busy forefinger probed beneath her panties and must have touched the right spot even in that difficult position, encountering a dryness that turned moist almost immediately. The response aroused me even more, a sign that I was pleasing my beloved, and wasn't all such pleasure as much mine as hers?
Traffic became noticeably heavier as we neared a town, though, and I had to give up my delectable pursuit. Then, as the population thinned out on the other side, she glanced at the gas gauge and muttered a small oath. "Getting pretty low. I guess we should have stopped back there. Watch for a station, huh?"
The stretch of road remained quite desolate for a long distance, but at last a gasoline signpost hovered into view. She slowed down and pulled in, rolling to a halt alongside the pump. The attendant, a hulking young lout in grease-stained coveralls, ambled over lethargically and came to life only after a closer look at us, his beady eyes popping at the sight of two such beautiful customers.
"Fill it up," Zoe told him. "Check the oil and water and do a job on the windshield, will you?" She pushed the door open and got out, beckoning to me. "Come on. We'd better do some quick nose-powdering."
I followed her, happy to be able to work the circulation back into my legs. We entered the tiny restroom together. Windowless and poorly ventilated, it was nearly as squalid as the station operator himself. I shuddered, mildly repelled by the grimy cement walls and floor of the place.
"Lock the door, kid."
"Uh-huh."
"Remember what I said back there on the road?"
"Hmm? No… "
"First chance we get. Remember?"
Realization struck. "Oh! You mean now? Here?"
"Damn right."
"But, but it's so filthy."
"Yeah. Ain't it?"
The obvious sarcasm made me shudder again. She seemed almost elated, actually; her nostrils were flared and her respiration had become audibly erratic. In the glow from the naked light bulb, her half-lidded eyes sparkled with excitement. As if the dirt, the grime, the very ugliness of the atmosphere was stimulating to her.
"Dana? You were mighty anxious back there." She stripped her panties off and plunked herself down on the toilet. "Well, let's just see how anxious you are."
From outside, I could hear the attendant manning his pumps, whistling some indistinct tune. But here in this cramped little cubbyhole there was only the sound of hoarse breathing. Zoe's breathing? My own? The collective noise wheezed and whooshed like a river going over the brink of a waterfall.
She didn't move, just sitting there like that, her bare legs lewdly asunder. But her gaze, hot and sexy and terribly imperious, told me that she would brook no refusal. And slowly, as if those blazing eyes, were sapping my strength, I felt my knees give way and hit the floor with a thud.
"First chance, kid. Yeah…" She tugged my head close. "I've been waiting for this, you know?"
The cement was hard and scratchy under my kneecaps. But the silk-smooth flesh was soft. Soft and deliciously scented. I tried to forget where we were, concentrating only on the thrill of those cunt-lips opening to the pressure Of my face. Serving her, I felt like an abject slave, more and more aware of my devotion, more and more aware of her seemingly infinite power over me.
"Yeah. Waiting for thisss… "
I gasped. And like a cowed and conquered slave-girl, I offered myself up to the demanding requirements of my goddess. Suddenly the little room was no longer ugly somehow, it was a bower, a beautiful love-nest, warm and damp with the moisture of gentle rain and softly settling dew.
Back in the car a few moments later, we sat quietly while the attendant brought our change. The beady eyes glittered as he counted it out, as if he would have gladly sacrificed the money for the privilege of getting to know his spectacular customers on a more intimate basis. Even as we rolled away he stood there, hands on hips, peering after us lecherously, a rather dirty young man with obvious dirty-old-man ideas.
"Ugh! What a creep."
Zoe laughed. "If he only knew. If the poor stupid slob only knew… "
The car sped onward, eating up the miles. But the short stop and its unique interlude in the restroom had depleted me somewhat, and I curled up in the corner of the seat and shut my eyes. I was quite calm now, my nerves had stopped fluttering in frustration, my body felt blissfully limp and languid. In her own inimitable way, my beloved friend had seen to that.
"Sleepy, kid?"
"Just a bit."
"We don't have much farther to go. But take a little nap if you feel like it."
"You won't mind?"
"It's all right, I'm wide awake, no need to stay up on my account. As a matter of fact, I feel fine. That little session at the gas station was just what I needed. Grab yourself a snooze, honey, you've earned it."
"Thanks. But wake me if you get lonesome."
"Hush. Just go to sleep."
I sighed, nestling deeper into the cushions. And lulled by the whirring wheels, I dozed off in sweet contentment. But it couldn't have been for very long, and my eyes flickered open as the car began to whine, jouncing me upright as we made slow progress over a bumpy unpaved road. A lane, really, a narrow passage through the woods; overhanging branches snapped at the windshield and brushed across the metal roof. And then, almost miraculously, the going got smoother and a small clearing opened up in front of us.
"Dana? Oh, you're awake."
"Uh-huh. Is this it?"
"Sure is. Unless the old boy's directions were wrong. See it over there, the lodge?"
I spotted it then, practically camouflaged, a solid split-level cabin tucked snugly into the angle between two perpendicular cliffs. So beautiful it took my breath away! Even in some dilapidated shack our mountain holiday would have been great, the seclusion alone was enough, but in a place like this…
"Kind of nice, huh? Just the two of us. Kiss your ass goodbye, kid, it belongs to me now. You're all mine, baby doll, mine for one whole week."
"All yours."
"And nobody around for miles in case you get panicky and want to holler for help*"
"Who's hollering?"
"You'll see."
"Oh sure. Promises, promises."
She cut the engine. "You'll see. No hurry, though, let's relax awhile before we unload and get settled. Enjoy your last bit of freedom, darling."
That brief nap had restored my vitality, filling me to the brim with brand-new energy. Relaxation was impossible. And so was enjoyment, unless I could put all that energy to use, good use, the best use, the only use; what better use than this?
"Hey, what's with you?"
"Let me, let me. Let me enjoy my freedom."
"Hot for Zoe's cunt, eh? Sexy little slut! Go ahead then, suck me off, take advantage of my good nature. But don't get upset if I act preoccupied, I've got something to think about."
"Oh? Something more important than me?"
"Silly girl. It's you I'm thinking of. You and me out here in the wilderness; I'm searching my mind for ideas, you know? Ideas about what we'll do together. But that shouldn't stop you, kiddo, I don't think with my cunt now, do I?"
I kissed her thighs. Flesh. Tawny and smooth. Flesh unfolding lazily under my lips, yielding to my urgency. After a while getting an urgency of its own, I could tell, writhing and pulsating in need of fulfillment, not quite so lazy any more.
"Mmm… " Interspersed with moans of pleasure, her words were vaguely intelligible. "Little cuntlapper. So good… "
Highly flattering, those words. More of a command than a compliment, though, a command accompanied by flailing legs and eager hips and a meaningful thrust of her pelvis. A command that I obeyed rapturously, succumbing to the spurring pressures from without and the unquenchable craving from within. I browsed among the silken tendrils, adoring the secret softness in a complexity of gladly given caresses. My face nuzzled deep and sank into the consuming chasm of her cunt, deep into the vortex, the center of her ecstasy, the center of mine…
"Darling? A week. One long week. Just the two of us. Oh, the things I'm going to make you do!"
Even then, at the peak of her passion, she was still thinking about it. Making plans. Plans for me! I was gripped by a thrill of anticipation then, a thrill that clutched at my body fiendishly and turned my affectionate lovemaking into a kind of worship. For the second time today, the worship of a slave for a goddess. As if my moment of freedom was already over.