Free Innkeeper's Daughter by Dormaine G

CHAPTER 1
     
         My hands gripped the wheel
tightly as I traveled slowly through the slippery, icy mountains of Colorado.
It was around eight pm and not too many cars were out as I took my time with
each climb and descent.
    Most would not call what I passed
a cliff drop-off but it’s as close to one I’d ever want to get to. Though I’m
not afraid of heights and the rental’s tires had great traction, the heavy
snowfall and the runaway truck ramps did nothing to ease my impending anxiety.
    Once the twelve miles of
dangerous curves ended and the mountain leveled out, I began weaving through
the isolated roads like a pro. It reminded me of the drive my wife, Rachel, and
I had taken when we'd rented a quaint little villa in Costa Rica. Back when we
were happy. A time when her spirt was still free.
    The whole flight there I
wanted to rip off her turquoise halter dress; the only thing underneath was a
thong – no bra. After a long day’s trip I could imagine tasting her salty -
sweet mixture of heaven. With the Jeep cover down, her skin sparkled under the
beaming sun as her hair flapped in the wind.
    I drove top speed down the
remote, winding road, needing to get to the villa quickly so I could screw her
brains out but I’d rather pull over on the side of the road instead. She, on
the other hand, had a better idea.
    She reached under her dress,
took two fingers and glided them inside her. I gunned the gas pedal even
harder. “I’m going to crash if you keep that up.” I kept looking between her
and the road. “You’re killing me, babe.” She enjoyed every minute of my agony.
    As I reached over to feel how
wet she was, she unzipped my pants and slid one hand through the opened slit.
She knew exactly want I wanted when she met a stiff cock. She maneuvered me out
of my jeans and without warning, sat her smooth thighs on top of me and slid me
inside her hot moist walls. She caught me off guard, and I almost lost control
of the car. My mind swirled as her pussy catered to my cock impeccably.
Pampering it with the perfect massage.
    Shamelessly she pulled her
dress over her head, exposing her voluptuous breasts as they bounced to the
rhythm of her gyration. She started kissing my neck then traveled to my ear,
slipping her tongue in sensually, my weakness. My body shuddered to the rush of
her wild performance.
    I held onto her waist with one
arm while trying to steer with the other, but it was cruel. When I couldn’t
take it any longer I swerved over but she ordered, “Keep driving,” She smiled a
most coy one, but at this very moment, she was not, as she seductively watched
me while she moaned. I never knew pleasure could be so torturous.
    My wife maneuvered perfectly
on top of me like she’d done so many times before. At first slowly up and down,
each time I wanted to succumb to her euphoric charm then rocking, hitting her
spot. I waited until she orgasmed before I pulled over and as soon as she did I
sped up into cover and gave her what she asked for.
    In the seat I groped her ass
vigorously pounding into her pussy while licking her hard pink nipples. If a
car drove past we didn’t know of it, not that we cared. The one thing I loved
about her was her sexual freedom.
    I lifted her up and carried
her a short distance and slammed her back against a nearby tree. I held onto
her butt as her legs wrapped around me. My dick was still hard and I wanted
more. This was not about love making or affection. This was pure carnal lust.
We both were horny, hot and wanted it.
    I lifted her off of me. “Grab
a branch,” I warned her taking what I wanted from behind. I spread her legs
wider and plunged deep inside her. She yelled out from the pleasure and pain,
clawing the branch as I beat the kitty into orgasmic bliss.  The sound of
slapping skin during sex makes the act so much more pleasurable. I fucked her
there on the side of the road because she knew how to bring the animal out in
me. Something she used to do