Cheater Pants: Wanderlust part 31 "Get in the back, Snowflake" & part 32 "What do you want to do to her?"

So, I totally cheated yesterday and rushed ahead, writing three segments. I'm giving you two today instead of one. Why only two instead of all three? Well, I'm cruel that way (heh) and the other is my ace in the hole (heh, again) in case I don't get writing done today or tomorrow morning. Tomorrow's Saturday after all, this way I have a weekend post on deck.

TGIF, everyone! Make sure you go all the way down to the video clip. Talk about a flashback. Man, all things 80s are new again. Or so it seems. I feel damn near current!

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. both photos are moi :)



Wanderlust
part 31
by Sommer Marsden

Leggings, more leggings, jeans, sweater. Some sweats, flats, new boots and three pairs of pajamas. Shampoo, deodorant, fingernail polish (why not?), moisturizer, girl stuff. I pushed my cart to the front of the store and had my pick of three very bored looking cashiers.

"You traveling?" she asked me as she zipped my items over the electronic eye.

"Yep."

Delores—according to her name tag—had hair that was black as sin but for the three inches closest to her scalp. That was as white as snow.

"Little late for it," she said. "Or early. Depending on how you look at it."

She yawned and I fought the urge to echo her. "I guess. But we have the road to ourselves."

"Suppose so."

My grand total was just shy of two hundred dollars. I realized I was carrying my life's possessions at the moment in plastic bags. She caught the look. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing to put it all in," I said. I shrugged. Trying not to let it bother me, but it was one of those little details that niggled at me.

"How about a few of our nifty reusable sacks? They come in fashion colors and everything," she said and then unable to take herself seriously, she snorted with wry laughter.

"I'll take three." I grinned. I was starting to appreciate Delores's humor.

She gave me one pink, one lime green and one that I thought of as emergency orange. We repacked my stuff into the cloth mesh bags and I paid her for my new luggage. "There you go. Now you're stylin'"

It was my time to snort. "I am. I am styling." I waved and headed toward the front where I had no doubts a very bored Johnny would be waiting on the courtesy bench supplied specifically for men waiting on their women.

He was right where I expected him to be. With the guy from out front. The one who thought I was sexy, according to Johnny.

"Really, meet Joe. Joe's gonna ride with us just until we hit Ohio."

I swallowed hard. Not because we had a passenger. I swallowed hard because of the look in Johnny's eyes. It was a look that set my nerves on edge. I flexed my hands around the handles of the tote bags and cleared my throat. "Hi," I managed.

His eyes skittered up and down me. He wasn't a creepy guy. He was actually a decent looking guy. But by the way he eyed me up, I wondered what Johnny had said to him. What Joe was expecting from this leg of the road trip.

"Hi," he said. Both men stood and ushered me out. Flanking me, actually.

We walked to the car in silence and I could feel the strong vibes rumbling off of Johnny. He had three plastic bags and a big bottle of water. At the car, he handed me a chocolate bar. "Get in the back, Snowflake," he said. And then he leaned in and kissed me full on the mouth.

It was a sweet, soft kiss and his tongue touched mine, sending a spark through me like a stab of lightning in a stormy sky. I got in the back.

I couldn't tell if I was scared or excited. I think it was both.

*****

I feigned sleep as we flew down the highway, Ohio bound. I pretended to let slumber take me and I knew damn well that Johnny wasn't buying it. Even after a short time, he knew me well enough to know that anxiety and anticipation would never let me sleep. Not with a stranger in the car.

They didn't speak and that unnerved me even more. I wondered how long they had sat up there on that bench waiting for me. I wondered what they had discussed while they waited. I wondered exactly what I was supposed to do with or for Joe? Then I started to wonder if I was blowing this out of proportion. Maybe we were just giving him a ride to Ohio. Maybe the rest was all in my head.

I cracked one eye and found Johnny watching me in the rearview mirror. He smiled at me and my pussy flickered even as my stomach rolled with cold trepidation.

No. I was not imagining anything.

At some point, I actually did doze. I dreamed of Bill Withers singing on an old transistor radio and my mother dancing in our big white kitchen. She wore a yellow skirt and a pale blouse and she twirled like a whirling dervish.

When the car staggered to a stop, I sat up. Yanked from sleep and somewhat confused to find myself in the back seat, I rubbed my eyes, blinking.

Joe went into the office of a motel. He had money in his hand and for some reason I would have laid odds that Johnny had supplied that money. I didn't say anything, I watched through the foggy plate glass windows as Joe paid the clerk and took the oversized key fob.

"Two thirteen," he said when he got back in the car. He turned and smiled at me. There was lust in that smile.

We drove around to the green door with gold numbers. Two thirteen. Thirteen. Lucky thirteen. I shivered and caught Johnny looking at me in the mirror again. He put the car in park and nodded to Joe. "Go on in. We're coming."

Joe looked unsure but then nodded and off he went. He reminded me of a dog. A big one. Maybe a Labrador or a mutt that you'd rescue that was part Sheppard, part terrier, part everything. Or a Golden Retriever, I thought, my brain gnawing at the whole damn scenario like a rat in a cage.

"Really?"

I blinked at him, startled for a second. "Yeah?"

"What do you want?"

"What?"

"What do you want? Right now. Do you want to go home? Do you want to be with me? What do you want?"

I didn't have to think. "I want to be with you."

He nodded, looking satisfied. "Do you want to please me?"

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. I did want to please him but for a person like me, admitting that was akin to setting myself on fire. I nodded instead.

"No cheating, Snowflake." He reached into the back seat—where I sat very still, feeling very much like a naughty child being punished—and held my chin. "Say it."

He kept his hand on my face as I whispered, "I want to please you, Johnny."

"That makes my cock hard just hearing it," he said conversationally. And my whole body warmed for him.

"Do you know what I want?" he went on.

I shook my head.

"What would make me happy?" he continued.

"No," I said. But I was a liar. I did know. Or I suspected.

"I want to see you with him. I want you to do that for me. Will you do that for me, Really?"

In my mind: You with another man. I bet you'd be spectacular to watch…

He stared at me, waiting for an answer.

Oddly, crazily, unbelievably—again, I did not have to think. "Yes," I whispered to him. "I'll do that for you."

CONTINUED...



Wanderlust
part 32
by Sommer Marsden

"Welcome to Ohio, Really," he said up against my ear. Then Johnny pushed the room door open and Joe was sitting there in a chair waiting.

"Everything okay?"

"It is," Johnny said, dropping the plastic bags on one of the two beds.

I put my pretty colored bags in a row on the dresser, feeling a bit OCD-ish as I did it. My nipples chafed in my bra and my pussy was swollen, slippery, slick with fear and arousal. This was insane. Insane. But I could feel my thudding pulse between my legs as surely as I felt it in my chest and neck and temples.

I wanted this. Because Johnny wanted this.

"Really, why don't you take off your clothes for us?" Johnny said. He dropped his jacket on the other queen sized bed and sat down. Waiting.

I didn't want to. At that moment I was frozen. But somehow I forced my shaking fingers to deal with my clothing as I peeled them off. Joe watched me, his face intent but appreciative and that was a relief. Johnny had picked a guy who was pretty good looking and not creepy and probably didn't have an axe in his coat or a necklace made of teeth in his jacket.

I laughed at my own internal ramblings and Johnny cocked a reassuring smile at me. "It's okay, Really," he said, reading my mind. Which was scary and heartening all at once. "I won't' let a damn thing happen to you."

I took a final breath and pushed my panties down, standing there naked and feeling almost transparent. I was sure that the two men in the room could look at me and see right down to the blood in my beating heart and the fear in my soul.

And the swollen wetness in my cunt. Let's not forget that, shall we?

"What do you want her to do?" Johnny asked Joe.

"I want her to touch herself." He swallowed spasmodically and even from this distance—with the locked front door to my back—I could see he was hard.

My mind jumped ridiculously to the Divynls. I love myself. I want you to love me…

But I did it. I spread my slippery folds with my fingertips, hoping the cheap and dim motel lighting would pick up my wetness for him to see. How had I become so fucking wet? So drenched I could feel the moisture even on the tops of my thighs. I touched my finger to my clit where all the blood in my body seemed to have accumulated. That one sweeping touch, that little bit of contact, was enough to send my heart racing and my body shivering.

"There you go," Johnny said. To me? To Joe? I had no idea.

Joe nodded. Licked his lips. Settled back a little in the chair. He grazed the edge of his hand along the hump of his erection and his eyelids flickered just a bit.

Johnny leaned in, his face looking thinner and more predatory in the strange orange-red light. "Now what? What do you want to do to her?"

Joe blinked like a man coming out of a fog. I rubbed my clit once more but stilled my hand until instructed otherwise. Not because I felt insecure, no, it was so I wouldn't come. I was so amped up that a fine dotting of sweat had prickled along my upper lip. I was feverish with a need to see how this all played out.

The only thing I did know for sure was that Johnny Rose was in control.

"I want to fuck her up the ass," Joe said baldly.

Johnny laughed like that was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. He clapped a big palm to his jean-clad leg and shook his head. "Leave it to you, man, to pick one of the handful of things I won't let you do."

Joe looked disappointed but only for a second. Then he smiled and appeared to blush. "Then I guess I'd just like to fuck her. From behind. Doggie style, Sir," he said.

Military, my mind said. Joe was military. The way the sir rolled off his tongue was as natural as any human drawing air. And it made me that much wetter to hear this big strong guy with his short clipped hair and his cigarettes tucked in his jean jacket pocket call my Johnny Sir. And yes, somewhere along the way, Johnny had become—if only in my head—my Johnny.

"Good deal," Johnny said and his eyes settled on me. Me, standing there by the door—nipples hard, body studded with gooseflesh, cunt so unbearably wet and empty. He pointed and said, "Don't leave the man hanging, Really."

He smiled and I moved on nearly numb feet.

Johnny Rose handed Joe a condom and said matter-of-factly. "Put it on."

He was a flurry of jerky movements and I realized that Joe was as nervous as I was. And as turned on, too. That much was evident when his cock sprang free and he rolled the rubber on with mildly shaking hands. I kneeled on the bed and he reached for me, moving to kiss me.

"That's another thing you can't do," Johnny said.

Joe stopped and stared at me. I could see it in his eyes that he was wondering should he do this, did I want this, did he want this. It all flickered across his face like a movie on fast forward.

I turned and presented myself to him—legs slightly spread, ass high, pussy exposed. Yes, I wanted this, I realized. Because as I looked at Johnny I could see his want of this and that increased my desire to please him tenfold.

Joe pushed his fingers into me. I felt he first faint tickling of fingertips at my glazed entrance, and then on a single heartbeat, he pushed his fingers deep and we both made sounds that were half sigh, half groan.

"Go on, then," Johnny said, nodding. He looked over my shoulder at our visitor but then he looked right at me. His gaze never wavering as Joe pushed the head of his sheathed cock to my pussy and slipped into me.

I let my eyes drift shut and heard, "Look at me, Snowflake."

I opened my eyes and did as told.

He studied me as Joe started to move. His hips bucking with a quick but not hurried tempo. He had a nice cock—big and long and thick—the whole package, so to speak. He filled me perfectly and had I been on the market, looking for a lover, I'd have called Joe again, no doubt. I sighed when his fingers bit into the flesh at my hips to hold me steady

Then one hand settled on the small of my back as if to keep me from floating away. A moment later I was glad it was there to ground me because Johnny pushed a finger to my bottom lip and then he slid it into my mouth. I sucked his finger without thinking, drawing on it the way I would his cock if he would just break down and put that in my mouth.

He thrust his finger in and out, in and out, as Joe continued to pound into me, fucking me so that I slipped in tiny almost unnoticeable increments across the ugly generic bedspread.

My cunt coiled tight, my belly hot, my chest flushed with heat that I could feel. I knew, were I to look in a mirror, I would see the red stain of arousal tattooed on my chest above my breasts. I always flushed when I was unbearably turned on.

Johnny dropped to his knees and as Joe fucked me, his lips touched mine for just an instant. So fast and so light I thought I might have imagined it. Then he reached under me to find my clit, soaked with my own rush of juices and he started to rub in time with Joe's thrusts.

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