All Aboard Trips Down South
When you’re in a different city, you don’t really care who sees you – which meshes really well
with outdoor sex and PDA in general. Also, it’s fresh meat EVERYWHERE. A dream! When
you’re a young and horny twenty-two year old girl that doesn’t need or want attachement,
there’s nothing better than vacation sex. It’s quite convenient and exhilerating to have an
expiration date on a relationship – whether it be romantic, platonic or purely sexual. Everytime I
go on a trip, I make it my unofficial mission to have sex with a local. I swear, if by my flight back
I don’t have an extra bedpost notch, I’m pissed. I’ll allow myself to describe you my best
vacation sex story.
Austin, Texas
When I’m on vacation, I don’t mind diving into the clichés. When in Hawaï : I’ll sport a flower
necklace. When in Paris: I’ll wear a beret. When in Texas: I’ll shoot a gun while wearing cowboy
boots.
I had packed my daisy dukes and these amazing cowboy boots that really hurt my feet but that
made my ass look like it was ready to be bent over by John Wayne and his big dick. The pain
was worth it (and I kind of love pain). My best friend and I were walking around Austin and found
this motorcycle bar that was filled with Sons of Anarchy type guys and cowboys. The two of us
really like rugged looking men that take charge so we were really excited with what we saw.
Jackpot! Still, we didn’t want to assume that they would embody the cliché and fulfill our
fantasies. We didn’t want to be disappointed.
The bar was called The Little Darling. The walls were woodpaneled and embellished with neon
beer signs and dart boards. The lighting was red-orange-ish and the bartender was playing
country music and the occasional Slayer or whatever metal track that made you want to break a
beer bottle on someones’ head. An hour after arriving, a red pick-up truck pulled-up in front of
the bar while I was outside taking some air with Tanya. A man came out in what we would
consider a typical Texas cowboy look. A lot of people were in front of the bar but this man had
his eyes set on us as soon as his cowboy boots hit the pavement. He approached us with his
southern accent and asked us if we had a light for his cigarette. I didn’t smoke but my friend did
and had some matches. That prolonged the conversation and opened the door to flirting. He
was asking us if we were from here because he heard our Canadian accent. I can’t remember
the whole conversation because my mind was busy fantasizing about him already and the bulge
in his pants made wet. We both grabbed one of his arms and escorted him to our table to see
where this would go We sat down and he seemed to know the bartender, who immediately
offered shots of whisky. Tanya and I have a habit of doing threesomes together because we are
very close, like the same kind of guys and don’t get jealous. When Cowboy Man went to the
bathroom, Tanya and I established that we were into him and wanted to see where this would
go. The bathroom was in eye view of our table and had a mirror above the urinals. There was a
moment where our eyes locked and he gave me a smirk. A sexy smirk.
When he came back, we started to make it obvious that we were into him by stroking his arm,
body and thighs – all while pressing our chest on him. It was so hot that day that both of us didn’t
bother wearing a bra. Since we were both so fucking horny, our tits were pretty hard. He got the
message. We exited the bar and went to a secluded area nearby to makeout. He had his hands
in my daisy dukes and was fingering me while I was holding Tanya’s hand and french kissing
her. We all took turns making out and eventually he got us to take off our tops in the nearby
alley we had spotted. Him and Tanya kept making out so instead of me just standing there, I
went down on him. He was really surprised but super hard (and really thick) and ready for my
mouth. Tanya and I switched places for a bit before heading back to his FORD F 150. He almost
came in her mouth after my blowjob but we wanted to keep him hard so she pulled out just in
time.
Since Tanya was the last one on his cock, I sat in the back while she gave him road head to
continue with the same flow. We arrived at his house and he parked in his driveway. We got out
and while circling his pick-up to get to his front door, he opened up the door of his cargo bed
and sat there with his cock out while stroking it. His pants were down to his knees and he had
his cowboy hat and boots on. So. Fucking. Hot. Tanya started to suck his cock again while I was
sitting next to him but he didn’t waste any time to pull my hair down on his cock and make me
lick and suck his balls. I loved it. After a while and our jaws hurting, he stood up, took off my
daisy dukes but asked me to put my cowboy boots back on, and bent me over. My tank top was
on my midriff so my tits were rubbing on the lukewarm metal. Tanya told him to fuck me in the
ass. It was kind of fitting since it was the backdoor of a truck! His cock was so huge so thank
god for Tanya spitting on my asshole. A true friend!
After my pounding, it was Tanya’s turn. We ended up in his backyard cellarium where there was
a vintage couch and nice lighting. He told her to strip in front of us while keeping her cowboy
boots and wearing his hat. I was blowing him during her performance on a country song. After
one or two dances, he put her on her back, lifted up her legs and fucked her. I was eating his
ass for a while but I switched it up by getting on top of Tanya. We managed a 69! I was eating
her pussy while she was fingering me. At one point, he suddenly pulled out and went inside his
house. When he came back outside, he brought out an ice tray. He grabbed three ice cubes and
put them inside her pussy. I continued to lick her clit while the ice melted on my tongue. He
made us squirt all over the couch. It was funny to feel the cum being hot AND cold.
Anyways, I have a lot more stories and details to share. If you’re curious, don’t be shy and
contact me, I’m pretty open
