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cock and milked him of every last drop of semen.
    We caught our breath and cleaned ourselves up. As we left the lavatory to return to our seats, a flight attendant gave us a knowing nod and a smile of amusement and envy. This was the first of many adventures on our vacation, but I will write about the others in future letters.
    —L. L., Michigan
    The Ride of Our Lives
    Our trip began early one morning as the sun rose in the Las Vegas sky. My husband and I were reluctantly coming to the end of a fantastic weekend. We rose very early to begin our drive to San Francisco. We put the convertible top down and headed west. I took a short nap and awoke incredibly horny from a hot dream. I glanced over at him and realized that I couldn’t resist the temptation to “christen” our new convertible with this gorgeous man.
    I undid my seat belt and reached over to kiss his neck. He smiled, thinking it was just my normal friendly kiss. I continued kissing his neck, moving closer to his ear. I love to lick his ear, because it always provokes a sexy moan. I moved around to his lips and French-kissed him hard. He looked a little surprised, but he definitely did not want me to stop. I began to rub his legs and continued kissing his neck and ears. I could see him growing hard, which made me even hotter. I undid his shorts and took out his cock. I rubbed it slowly and leaned over to get my mouth closer. I love to rub my face all around him—he smells so manly. I tongued his balls, making him groan. I’m big into noisemaking, and hearing him so horny turns me on even more.
    I started to suck him softly, moving my tongue all around. As he grew bigger, I sucked harder. Just when I knew he was getting close, he stopped me. He pulled me up and kissed me, whispering, “I want to see you come.” I smiled and leaned back in my seat—he loves to watch me bring myself off. I was already close, so I knew it wouldn’t take long. I slid off my shorts and panties and spread my legs on the dashboard, giving him a good view of my pussy. I started teasing myself with my finger, then I plunged my finger deep inside me. I withdrew it slowly and licked my fingers, savoring the taste of my own juices.
    My husband was having a difficult time dividing his attention between what was going on outside the car and what was going on inside the car. I leaned over and let him suck my fingers. I imagined his tongue licking deep inside me, tasting what I had tasted. I spread my lips wide, fully exposing my clit. I began to rub myself, and within minutes I was close to what I knew was going to be an awesome climax. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, moaning as I came and shuddering in the total openness of the convertible.
    I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my husband. His glazed look and the bulge in his shorts told me he had enjoyed my performance. I reached over and slowly stroked his cock while licking his ear. “I’m on the cliff,” he said hoarsely, which is our code for being close to orgasm. I suggested we pull over, so at the next exit, we quickly found a gas station.
    I checked the ladies’ room and signaled for him to follow me. I could barely contain myself—I wanted to taste his come. I pulled him into one of the stalls while ripping down his shorts. He sat on the back of the toilet, and I began to suck him hard. I could tell he was close by the size of his dick and the sound of his moans. Just as he seemed ready to explode, a woman entered the rest room. I slowed down my sucking so I could fully enjoy his orgasm. The woman took forever and no doubt wondered why a pair of feet were facing backward in the stall. When she finally left, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, cradled his balls in my other hand, and sucked for all I was worth. He came almost instantly, spurting what seemed like an endless stream of come into my mouth and on my face. I swallowed as much as I could while he groaned wildly. Then I kissed him so he could experience