Sex and the Academic

This story took place a few years ago, when Alison and I were driving across the country. We were moving, from one coast to another, and being poor graduate students at the time, we were driving ourselves across in a Uhaul truck. We found ourselves one evening driving through New Mexico. We should have stopped earlier, but we had gotten off to a late start that morning, and were trying desperately to make it to Texas that night. So it was late, and dark.

I occasionally find myself overcome by fits of horniness on long car trips. I’m not sure where it comes from–you’re in a car with someone all day long, and you are stressed, full of tension, stiff, and generally grumpy. And out of nowhere, I want to ravish them. I look over at Alison in the seat next to me, and I just want to own her body, right that moment. Maybe that’s the turnon–I really want to have her, or even just touch her, and yet we are separated by the gulf of the gear shift, strapped into our respective seats and wary of the prying eyes of truck drivers. Hmm. Bondage, exhibitionism, restrained lust…maybe this does make sense!

A fit such as this overcame us on the eastern edge of New Mexico, somewhere past Tucumcarie. The Uhaul only made things worse. It was a big truck, and there was literally a three-foot gap between us. I could touch her if I stretched my arm out, but only barely. But touch we did.

Then, I heard the click of a seatbelt releasing, and looked over to see Alison releasing herself from her bonds. She had a look in her eyes, and with a smile she kneeled down in the gap between the seats. Suddenly, the gap was useful.

As I kept both hands on the wheel, she slowly unzipped my jeans and drew my cock out of my boxer briefs. As I looked out at the beautiful New Mexico horizon, spotted with sagebrush and purple clouds, I felt her tongue slowly move down the shaft of my penis.

I felt intriguingly trapped. Alison has told me before the story of the first time her teenage boyfriend fingered her. He was driving her to the beach, and he just reached over into the passenger seat and plunged his hands between her legs, and up her skirt. Given that he was older, and a bit of an brute, I thought that this sounded unpleasant, but she said it was incredibly sexy to be trapped in the seat, with her boyfriends fingers exploring her pussy for the first time. (Side note: is it perverted to be attracted to the sixteen year old version of your partner? I mean, she was underage…then. But so was I, at the time, but now I’m older, and so is she, so…epistemological breakdown!)

So now I particularly understood. Trucks were driving by, and in my imagination the drivers were all staring down at her bobbing head, and in my shyness I wanted to pull away and cover myself. But I was trapped by the seatbelt, and by the road. And so I had no choice but to let Alison take over.

And so, I came in her mouth, and she swallowed, wiped her face off, and settled back into her own seat, buckling herself in.

My turn to wait until she was driving.

Don’t worry, the final installment of Our First Threesome is coming soon! As is Alison’s story of a threesome she had in graduate school with her best friend and a member of the faculty. Yes, you read that right!

Alison’s post reminds me of other good times she and I have had in cars. Come to think of it, I think we’ve only had sex in a car once. We’ve certainly fooled around in cars–I have lost count of the number of blowjobs she has given me while I drive her home from the airport after a long trip, don’t tell the highway patrol!–I’m having trouble remembering another time actual intercourse was involved. Hmm. We should do more of that!

Anyways, this story is not going to be incredibly hot, but it is rather sweet to reminisce about it. It was when we were still in college. It was at the end of the school year, and in preparation for moving out of my dorm room, I had folded down the back seats of my little hatchback, leaving a nice big empty space in my car. We’d been dating about a year at this point, and on that night we were talking about places where it would be fun to have sex. Near us was a large rural area where there were farms, orchards, state parks, and the like. I remembered one particular road that crested a small ridge, with a lovely view of the countryside. I was pretty sure it would be completely empty late at night, so we trundled off in my car to fool around.

It sounds romantic to fuck in such a location, but to be honest, it was a little perfunctory! I think I had an image in my mind of frolicking together in a meadow, but it was cold, so we just clambered onto the folded down back seats. Alison hiked her dress up, I scootched my pants down, one condom later, we were up and going. The windows quickly fogged up (how teenaged were we!) The bottom of the car was scratchy on my knees, and I imagine even more scratchy to Alison’s poor ass. I can’t say it was the most erotic situation we’ve ever been in. Luckily, I was young, so I had no trouble coming quickly. We hitched ourselves back together, clambered back up, and drove quickly back to campus.