A few years back, I experienced the “Loneliest Road in America” while driving from Colorado to a friend’s wedding in California.

The nickname refers to a section of Route 50 out west, where it undulates for hundreds of mind-numbing miles across arid mountain ranges and desert valleys. It’s especially bleak as it crosses Nevada. Desolate, barren, isolated — pick your adjective, they all apply to that vast landscape. I don’t think I saw five cars from sunup to sundown.

Fortunately, one of those cars was driven by an attractive woman who, like me, was heading west. She flashed me a sexy smile as she passed me in her BMW convertible. She had the top down, and the wind whipped her platinum tresses violently.

I was driving a two-seater sports car myself, but mine was an aging Mazda, well past its prime. It responded well, however, when I mashed down on the gas pedal. For a few miles I followed the silver Beemer, and then, as the highway dipped into a flat, limitless basin, I shot over into the oncoming lane to pass.

As I went by, the driver gave me that teasing stare again — longer this time, and bolder. She was older than I’d thought at first, about 40 maybe. I’m a sucker for older women. She wore a strappy little top that showed off sun-kissed shoulders and slender arms. Her grin was so lascivious that my cock twitched in my pants. When I grinned in return, she threw her head back and laughed into the wind.

I was flirting with a hot blonde at 80 miles per hour!

Easing back into the right lane, I watched her keep pace in my rearview mirror. After a while, she moved to pass me again. The roadster appeared in my side-view mirror, then drew even with me. This time, she didn’t complete the pass right away. Instead she lingered there, matching my speed as a mile or more of asphalt passed beneath our tires. In other conditions it might have been a dangerous stunt, but in this case the road stretched out flat and straight for miles into the shimmery distance, without a single other car in sight.

The late afternoon sunlight slanting into her car illuminated her short skirt and long, tanned legs, reflected in her conveniently-angled side-view mirror. She let me look, then gave a little wave and completed her pass. This time, the Beemer accelerated sharply like a starship going to warp speed. She left me in the dust, and I chuckled at the improbability of our encounter, which now seemed over.

Except it wasn’t. Half an hour later, as the sun touched the craggy horizon, I pulled into a gas station and there she was, filling her tank. I couldn’t stop staring at her gorgeous legs.

She was finishing her purchase when I walked over. Looking up, she recognized me and broke into that ultra-sexy grin of hers.

“My cock pulsed between her lips, straining to slide deeper.”

“Hey.” She ran her fingers through her hair and glanced at my car with appreciation. “Classic RX-7. Rotary engine. Nice.”

“Sure,” I replied. “A little older than your Z3, though.”

She dismissed that with a wave and said, “Try to keep up this time.” Her sudden kiss, full on the lips, surprised me. I stood there, stunned, while she got back into her car and started her engine.

I hurried back to my own wheels, finished my fill-up and took off after her. Despite her head start, I didn’t have to drive like a madman to catch her. She let me.

I followed her for several miles as dusk turned to darkness. Then my headlights picked out a sign for a rest stop. The silver roadster took the off-ramp, and I followed. We parked a few spaces apart. My highway flirt glanced at me before heading to the ladies’ room. I figured I might as well take advantage of the facilities, too, and went to the men’s room.

I was washing up beneath the single fluorescent light when I heard footsteps. I knew it was her, even before I saw her reflection in the cracked and dusty mirror.

“The name’s Brett,” I said, turning to face her.

“Alexis.” She took a step toward me.

“You’re in the men’s room.” It was all I could think to say.

She shrugged and came closer. “There’s no one else here,” she said, tossing her handbag onto the counter. “No one for miles and miles.”

I nodded. “Hellish country out there.”

“Pretty boring,” she agreed, “until you came along.” Slowly, she walked around me, as if examining a prize. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-five,” I said. “In two weeks.”

“Hmm. How about an early birthday present?” She stopped directly in front of me, put her hands on my shoulders, and leaned in close. Her blue eyes were intense. “We’re going to fuck, Brett. Right in front of this mirror.”

I must be dreaming, I thought. My cock grew rapidly, creating a formidable bulge in the front of my pants that did not go unnoticed by Alexis.

“You do want to, don’t you?”

“You know I do.”

“Good. Because that’s what I want, too.”

I felt her hand on my jeans, sliding up my leg, higher and higher until it stopped at my crotch. I had the biggest fucking hard-on of my life, and as she traced her finger over its outline, she actually licked her lips.

I had never met anyone remotely like this woman.

She knelt before me and took my pants down, too. My underwear went along for the ride, leaving my boner to spring into Alexis’s grasp. She hefted its weight for a moment and then, making a sound like the purr of a cat, she lowered her mouth over the crown. My cock pulsed between her lips, straining to slide deeper along her tongue. Alexis brought one hand up to cup my balls, and with the other she reached around to palm my ass. She pitched forward, then back, rocking to and fro with a palpable lust as she gobbled my prick. Her appetite was insatiable. Even when the tip of my cock touched the back of her throat, she wanted more. Her sounds of prurient delight echoed off the bathroom’s concrete block walls, and I added to them, moaning with the unabashed pleasure of a man who’s getting the blowjob of his dreams.

Alexis’s sustained and vigorous approach brought me to the edge in record time. When she sensed my imminent eruption, she sealed her lips tightly to my cock’s circumference and sucked madly. Her eyes drifted up to meet mine, and the hunger I saw in those blue depths was the last thing I remembered for a full minute. Jets of come pulsed through my penis and flooded Alexis’s mouth. She swallowed again and again, taking my whole load as if she were starving.

At last she released me, but it was only so she could hitch herself up onto the edge of the sink. Brazenly she hiked her skirt up all the way to her waist, then spread her thighs and favored me with a come-hither look. Unfettered by underwear, her pussy was wet and ready for action.

I was happy to oblige. Bending low, I placed my hands on Alexis’s knees and studied her pretty cunt. The tiniest strip of pubes, sandy-blonde and glittery in the room’s fluorescent glow, adorned her mound. Her pussy lips were smooth and puffy. Alexis, impatient, started to touch herself. As I watched, she dipped a finger into her slit and smeared her juices across her clit. She responded to her own ministrations with a shudder of pleasure.

I wasted no further time getting down to business. Pressing my face to her cunt, I snaked my tongue inside and explored her secret contours. Alexis trembled and clamped her thighs against my ears. Her hand went to the back of my head to keep me firmly in place. As I lapped up her nectar, slaking my thirst, my tongue found her clit. When I licked and sucked that sensitive nub, Alexis reacted with such fierce undulations that she would have tumbled off the sink’s edge if I hadn’t been bracing her up. “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah!” she screamed. “I’m coming!” Her thighs clenched, and she bucked her hips rapidly, fucking my face.

I held her steady until the climax passed. Then I stood back so she could hop down to the floor. Eyeing my fully-recovered erection, she retrieved a condom from her handbag and slipped it onto my dick. Next, she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. I reached around and squeezed her ass while she curled one limber leg around my waist. The head of my cock nudged the opening of her pussy, and after a little more maneuvering, I was buried deep inside her. “Oh,” came Alexis’s gasp. “What a nice, tight fit.” And it was — tight like a glove, and so welcoming, that I almost came immediately. I managed to hold off, though, and we rocked against one another as I drove my penis into her molten depths. Backing her up against the sink, I attained the leverage we needed to fuck more aggressively.

“That’s it, highwayman, do me hard,” Alexis intoned. “I fucking love the way your cock feels inside me. Fuck me hard, goddammit!”

My hands were free now, and I reached up beneath Alexis’s top to fondle her tits while I rocked my prick in and out of her pussy. By this time, I had completely forgotten that we could have been interrupted by a road-weary traveler at any moment. Even if the thought had occurred to me, I’m not sure it would have mattered. I was totally devoted to seeing this encounter through to its natural conclusion, and I have zero doubt that Alexis felt the same way.

She suddenly disengaged from me and spun around to face the mirror, pushing her shapely butt out. I barely missed a beat. Hooking my hands around her hips, I aimed my dick between the lips of her sex and thrust home. Alexis grunted and grabbed hold of the sink. My balls flattened against her cunt as 
my hips hit her tush with a resounding smack. Her face in the grimy mirror was filled with such intense, naked passion that I couldn’t look away.

The next few minutes — our last together — were loud, sweaty, and unforgettable. I hammered away at her from behind, grunting with every thrust, while Alexis’s cries grew more savage. She bumped back at me at a frenetic pace, taking my cock to the hilt again and again. Our furious coupling raced inevitably and all too quickly to a thunderous climax. In the mirror, Alexis’s eyes closed and her jaw clenched as the orgasm swept through her. Moments later, my cock erupted. Moaning, I pumped crazily into her vagina, while Alexis howled with her own release. Our sounds of earthy pleasure continued until the last of our spasms subsided.

When it was all over, my companion straightened her clothes and gave me a lingering kiss. “Happy Birthday,” she said, and walked out. I never saw her again, but her gift was a memory to last a lifetime.

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