One June weekend, my boyfriend and I decided to head out of the city. We wanted some nature.

We wanted mountains, gorges, waterfalls, and other natural wonders you could only reach after hiking. We wanted boondocks, and boondocks is what we got. And that was before we even got to our destination.

During the last part of a four-hour drive, we barely saw another car on the winding, one-lane highway. It was beautiful, I have to say. But after a while, there are only so many wooded hills, lush meadows, and grazing cows that a girl can look at.

Getting a little restless, I also realized I was getting a little horny. I looked over at my boyfriend, who was sporting his adorable “I’m so happy to be traveling” smile. And suddenly I knew exactly how I wanted to spend the rest of our ride up into the hills.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and scooted over the center console until my body pressed against Luke, who was dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. I brushed my fingers over his right thigh. Then I moved my hand to his crotch and began working the zipper to his pants.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a laugh.

I thought it was pretty obvious what I doing. Rather than respond in words, I decided to show him by unzipping his jeans, slipping my hand inside, and roaming my fingers over Luke’s bulge in search of the slit on his boxers that would grant me access to his cock. When I found the opening, my fingers traveled inside and caressed his growing erection.

Without much room to maneuver inside his jeans, my hand had to do a little work to liberate his cock through the fly of his boxers. Once I had it free, I issued a cry of victory.

“Yes!” I exclaimed.

A bead of pre-come had already settled on the crown of my boyfriend’s cock. I dropped my head and licked it up, savoring his salty taste.

Luke’s whole frame reacted and he breathed in deep, then sighed in pleasure, when my tongue reached his dick. Have I mentioned I love how sensitive his body is?

Instead of taking his cock into my mouth all at once, I decided to slowly drive him wild. I lowered my lips to the base of his dick and kissed it, then used the tip of my tongue to trace around his shaft. Because of our positioning, I couldn’t lick him in one continuous circle, so I worked in half-moon arcs, retracing my path to trail around to the other side.

After I’d completely mapped an area around Luke’s cock, I moved my tongue upward, pressing against the vein that bisected his shaft, and plotted a path to its crown. The car briefly veered as my tongue reached the head of his erection.

When that swerve happened, I gave his cock a brief break, lifting my head. I didn’t want him to drive off the road just because I was in the mood to suck his dick.

Oddly, Luke didn’t seem to appreciate me putting safety first. He wound his fingers through my long hair and directed my head back to his crotch, lifting his hips a tiny bit to help his cock find my mouth.

I relaxed my jaw, allowing my mouth to widen so that I could take more of Luke’s dick. I made it about halfway down his shaft before the head hit the top of my throat, forcing me to pull back just a bit.

Of course, there was one way I could still caress his dick and keep myself from gagging too hard. So I made a fist around the base of Luke’s cock and gave it a light squeeze, then I started moving my hand in tandem with my mouth.

“Oh God,” I heard him groan above me.

His hips lifted up again, driving his cock deeper down my throat. My eyes began to water as his dick plunged, but nothing could deter me.

With Luke moving his hips in pleasure, his unzipped jeans slipped further down his thighs, and now his balls were easier to get at. His boxers remained in place, though.

Knowing that even with that barrier of fabric his balls would be sensitive, I lightly stroked my fingernails over his sack. The car slightly swerved. Luke corrected it, then thrust his cock deep into my mouth. Fully in the moment now, I slid my mouth up and down as he bucked his hips.

Even the gentle bumps and ruts of the road were part of the process, bouncing his dick deeper. At one point, we hit a stretch of road paved with stone, making for a rougher ride. Luke managed to keep the car on track while I kept sucking. Not having to move my head as much, letting the road do the work, gave me more freedom to lavish Luke’s cock with my tongue.

I opened my mouth wider, exchanging suction for being able to drag the tip of my tongue along that oh-so-sensitive vein that runs along the underside of his penis. Then I swirled it around his shaft, spiraling from top to bottom. Luke liked that. His fingers threaded into my hair again, taking control of my head’s motion.

Moments later, we reached a smoother stretch of road. He did something above me and then shifted his feet, as though bracing himself on the floor of the footwell. The car made a revving sound, which is when I realized he’d initiated the cruise-control option.

Now that he was free to plant his feet without worrying about the car’s gas pedal, he took the reins completely. He wanted me to alternate between sucking up and down his shaft and lingering on his cock’s crown with my tongue.

I relaxed my neck and followed the guidance he was giving through his body’s movements and his hand on my head. When he raised my head up, my lips only covered his crown, and I licked the sensitive flesh, which was slick with more pre-come.

With my warm, wet mouth coated in his lubricant, it slid up and down his shaft easily, and his hand let me know that’s what his cock wanted.

Suddenly, Luke let go of my hair, and as my head sagged down, his impossibly hard cock bumped the back of my throat again. I gripped the taut muscles of his right thigh, steadying myself. Then, as we headed up a hill, I gripped the base of his cock again. His body tensed, and he sighed.

Once I found a comfortable, effective position, I started moving my mouth and fist in tandem again. My lips and fingers slid along the hot skin of his dick. I pumped him into my mouth, purring with pleasure myself now, loving the way I was driving him crazy.

His hips began to twist and buck, his body straining against his seatbelt. The closer I brought him to orgasm, the more the car made tiny, quickly corrected swerves.

By now, after all Luke’s shifting around, his boxers had ridden up his thighs and I seized the opportunity to slide my free hand under the hem of the shorts and caress his balls.

His thighs stiffened and he arched his back at the touch of my other hand. I hummed my approval, making my mouth vibrate over his dick.

And so, as we drove on, I used one hand to pump Luke’s cock into my mouth while the other hand stroked his balls. I gathered them and cradled them in my palm, stroking my thumb over the thin, sensitive skin.

“Fuck, Jessica!”

Luke’s groan echoed through our speeding hatchback. His hips rose off the seat, driving his cock deep inside my mouth. His balls were hot and tight under my touch.

Eager to make him explode in my throat, I increased the speed of my licking and touching. I twisted my fist and swirled my tongue as I pistoned his cock into my mouth. I slid my curled fingers along Luke’s slick shaft and tongued the head of his dick, exploring with my wet tongue all the way around. I then licked all the way down his shaft and back up, ultimately tracing the little hole on top that would shoot his come down my throat.

Suddenly, Luke’s ass came up off the driver’s seat, and his back arched. One of his hands landed in my hair, twisting the strands, and a split second later, come jetted from his cock, hot at the back of my throat. Luke moaned loudly, and the car briefly veered one last time.

Holding my head steady, my boyfriend continued to thrust his cock into my mouth. His come filled my mouth and I swallowed it, then licked whatever escaped from my lips.

Abruptly, the car came to a quick stop. Thinking we’d pulled over into a private spot, I didn’t bother to wipe my mouth before lifting my head from Luke’s lap.

Sitting up, I immediately made eye contact with a woman in a pickup truck parked next to us. Feeling bold, I held her gaze as I swiped my tongue over my lips, then smiled. I could still feel her eyes on me when I turned to tuck Luke’s cock back in his jeans.

A half hour later, on our first hike in the state park we’d be exploring for the next couple days, we actually came upon the woman who spied us earlier. She’d stopped to drink from her water bottle.

I just smiled at her again, then at Luke, and we walked past her on up the trail.