We finally arrived at an airport in the great SW, about a three hour trip from our undisclosed location.
It was past midnight. A three hour drive to our mountain hideaway was in store.
That was Mountain time.
So, as a practical matter, Molly and Mick were pulling an all-nighter. Our ETA would be about 5 am back in River City.
So how to keep this lively enough to avoid nodding off in some mountain pass?
“Mistress, I think you should take off your pants.”
“Hmmm…that sounds like a good idea Slave.”
She slid them off, parking them somewhere at her feet in out rented Nissan.
The moon was almost full, lighting the high dessert, moonlight dancing off the sage brush and chamisa.
And as I drove, my fingers were roving Mistress’s clean shaven cunt. Keeping her on the edge.
But she was really too sleepy to cross over that edge.
Yet, toying with Mistress, keeping her squirming, inhaling her aroma and occasional licking her juices from my fingers, helped me stay awake along those moonlit mountain roads, as we wound our way to our destination.
“Wish there was a car adapter for the Hitachi, Mistress.”
“Ummm….”, she groggily responded, “that would be nice, Slave.”
“We could call it a Car-tachi.”
Mistress thought that was clever. She emailed M our idea.
And we talked about our strange, three way relationship to pass the time.
“So why do you think this is OK, Slave. I certainly wouldn’t stand for it.”
“You mean you wouldn’t like me fondling myself to orgasm while talking with some person I met over the internet? While he was riding his bike?
“When you put it that way, It does sound strange, Slave.”
“Mistress, I am cool with it, because it makes you happy and hot….who can argue with that.”
In case you are wondering, we made it to our little hideaway. We finally crashed around 3:30 am Mountain time. And we were too spent for sex.
The horror.
But we made up for it Friday, as you shall learn with tomorrow’s update.
Now it’s off to a bizarre lounge lizard performance in an ancient Cantina.
