Empty Nester 04 - Conflicted

"Make me cum," Charlie whispered quietly. "Fuck my tiny little virgin cunt," her voice grew louder. Her feet lifted from his shoulders, spread wide, wrapped around his waist, dug into the small of his back. Her actions pulled him closer, seated his cock fully. George released his lips from the needy nipple, pulled out of the tight pussy until its lips once again gripped his head. In one smooth careful stroke, he pressed back in until their pelvises met once again.

George's strokes were long and steady, a thick cream coated his cock with each stroke. His pace increased, Charlie started lifting her hips in sync, meeting his thrusts with a gentle slap of their flesh. Her hands were squeezing and pulling at her breasts, her moans deep and long.

Marcy and I looked at each other, we both nodded. We slipped out of the truck undetected and stark naked. We made our way to George's truck and into the sleeper. Our lips met, our bodies tangled, our hands explored, our pussies drooled.

Marcy broke off our passionate kiss, looked into my eyes. "Still want to wait?"

I didn't have to answer, the look on my face said it all. She kissed her way down my body as my legs parted wide. I lifted my knees and rolled my pelvis, trying to push my zealous pussy to her mouth. Marcy pulled her face back. She wasn't having any of that, she was planning to tease for a while.

I just closed my eyes and pressed my head back against the mattress. I could feel her pull my thighs outward. I could feel myself open, the pathway to my womanhood revealed. I could feel her tongue, her lips, her fingers. They were everywhere. They were so deliberate. The pleasure so intense. I lost track of time.

My abdomen tightened, contracted. I couldn't breathe. I lifted my pelvis high, I pushed hard. My whole body shook uncontrollably. I completely lost touch with reality as an intense bolt of pleasure rocked my existence.

I don't even remember what happened after that. The next thing I remembered was spooning with Marcy. Her arm was over me, her hand caressing my breast. I could feel her lips on my neck, her voice whispering.

"Welcome back love," she whispered. "Where have you been?"

I opened my eyes, scanned the sleeper. "Heaven," I whispered.

"I thought I killed you," Marcy chuckled. For the past five minutes you have been moaning and writhing, your whole body contorting and jerking. Your pussy gripped my fingers so tightly I wasn't sure I would get them back out. And damn girl, you completely soaked the bed. I'm not sure, but I think you may have squirted. I can honestly say that I have never seen anything like it in my life."

I just took a deep breath and rolled to face my beautiful lover. "I am so sorry," I whispered. "You didn't get to..."

Marcy held her finger to my lips and smiled. "This one was all yours."

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I just let out a deep sigh and pressed my hand to my crotch. "I have to pee like a Russian race horse. If I don't go right now, this wet spot on the mattress is going to get a whole lot bigger."

"No problem," Marcy replied. "Well, maybe just one little problem. We left our robes in Charlie's truck, remember? I don't think you want to put your new clothes on that wet sticky ass of yours."

"I don't have time to have this conversation right now," I responded as my hand gripped my vulva tightly. Just the T-shirts then. It's late enough that the place shouldn't be busy."

Marcy grabbed the two bags from the store and tossed me a T-shirt. I guess I was hoping that it would be longer. If I held it down, I could just about get it to cover my crotch in the front, but my butt was going to be in full moon. Marcy was certainly right though, my crotch, butt and thighs were a sticky mess.

"Grab the bags," I called out to Marcy as I climbed out of the truck with one hand holding the front of my shirt as low as I could. I grabbed George's credit card off the dash just in case.

I just shook my head as I scurried across that parking lot to the truck stop store. Marcy had a bag in each hand and was strolling casually, her shirt barely covering her waist, not a care in the world.

I made it to the store before Marcy. The place was completely empty, thank god. I scanned the room for signs leading to the restrooms but couldn't find anything. I could see a tall young man behind the counter, not exactly what I was hoping for in that moment.

"Excuse me," I yelled half way across the room. "Where are your restrooms."

"Sorry mam," his deep voice replied. "They are closed for cleaning right now. Come back in about fifteen minutes."

I just stood there with my hand holding the front of my shirt as low as I could, my legs crossed tightly, and my butt bouncing. I could feel my eyes start to water. I needed a bathroom right then and there, or I was going to have an embarrassing accident. Just about then I saw Marcy walk in the door. She looked over at me, then at the cashier. She immediately surmised what was going on.

"Hey," she hollered out. "Where are your showers. I need to get my friend here into a shower, and I mean right now."

"Sorry mam," the punk responded. "We use an automated system. You have to reserve a shower on our website. There is a computer over there in the corner that you can use. It will take about twenty minutes to create an account and set up a payment method if you don't already have one."

By now, tears were streaming down my cheeks. I just watched as Marcy walked over to the counter, set her bags down and lifted her shirt.

"Ever see anything like these before?" She asked as she took hold of one of the cashier's hands and pressed it to her breast.

"On the internet," the little bastard replied with a smile.

"So, what's it going to take to get us into a shower?" Marcy asked as the hand mauled her chest.

The prick's eyes dropped to Marcy's bare crotch. "Can I touch that?"

"You can watch, but not touch," Marcy responded as she lifted her foot and set it on a shelf. She pushed her knee out and cupped her pussy. Both the cashier and I watched as she seductively pulled her wet pussy lips apart and slid a finger up and down her slit.

"Put it inside," the pervert demanded as he stared intently.

"Code first," Marcy responded.

"5285," the asshole responded as he salaciously licked his lips.

Marcy carefully slipped one, then two fingers deep inside her pussy. She started moaning and gyrating her body like a porn star. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, fuck," she screamed before pulling her fingers out and sucking them into her mouth.

"Come on," she said as she grabbed the bags and streaked to the back of the store. "5285," she said aloud as her fingers pushed the buttons on the keypad. A loud beep signaled success as the door lock clicked.

I shuffled over to the shower stall, my hand still firmly affixed to my pussy and my legs still crossed. I reached for the grab bar to steady myself, dropped into a deep squat, and let loose a powerful stream of pee. I had never tried to pee like this before, and quickly discovered that it wasn't all that easy.

I could hear Marcy giggle as she stood their watching the pee splash off my foot. When I adjusted a little, it started streaming down my thigh.

"Fuck it," I chuckled. "We are going to take a shower anyway."

Marcy set the bags on the counter and joined me in the large shower stall. She spread her legs, squatted, pushed her butt back and started to pee.

"Damn girl," I said as I watched the yellow stream squirt from her pussy.

"Oh, come on," she said. "I suppose you are going to tell me you have never peed in the shower before. Fuck, I did this all the time back in the college dorms."

I looked down at my legs and giggled. "Obviously not."

When Marcy finished, she reached over and turned the water on. We both watched as the yellow pee disappeared down the drain. I stood up and breathed a sigh of relief as pulled the T-shirt over my head. Marcy did the same.

I watched intently as Marcy started to soap up her beautiful body. I had never seen another woman shower before.

"Get over here girl," she said in a sultry voice as one soapy hand fondled her breast and the other slipped up and down her crotch. "You still owe me an orgasm."

I stepped behind her, replaced the hand that was washing her breast. It felt amazing as I pressed my breasts to her warm wet back and fondled her soapy breasts. The combination of water and soap made everything so slippery.

"You need to clean my dirty little pornstar cunt," a sultry voice echoed in the stall. "Jeremy is probably watching through a peephole somewhere. We need to give him a show."

My eyes scanned the shower room. Surely she was joking, then it occurred to me what Charlie had said about the women's showers in truck stops. I reached my arm around and slid my hand over Marcy's soapy vulva. She let out a loud, obviously fake moan.

"Oh fuck my tight little pussy," she yelled loudly. "Make my tight little pussy cream. Oh yes! Right there. Fuck I like it when you finger my tight cunt. Pull on my nipple. Oh fuck yes. Harder. Fuck my tight pussy with those long fingers. Of fuck! I'm cumming. Oh, oh, oh."

I was so enthralled by her acting that I failed to realize that it wasn't all just an act. I could feel Marcy's body tense and jerk. I could feel her pussy grip my fingers tightly, spasm, cream. When her theatrics ended, I just held her tight, my hand still gripping her slippery breast tightly, my fingers still deep inside her creamy pussy.

Marcy turned her head and kissed my lips. "Did you catch the name tag on that pervy cashier?" Marcy asked with a smile. "Jeremy."

We both let out a big laugh as Marcy turned, pressed her wet body to mine, and kissed me passionately.

"We need to get that sticky pussy of yours cleaned up now," she said with a grin. "Maybe a little pornstar performance? I am sure Jeremy would like to hear how loud you can cum on my fingers."

"I'm gonna fuck those fingers," I said in a loud husky voice. "Shove them in my tight little cunt. Lick me with your long tongue. Deeper bitch. Oh, fuck yea, right there. Finger my little butthole while you eat my pussy. Oh yea, just like that. I'm going to play with my big tits while you eat my pussy and finger my tight little asshole. Oh, my tits are so big and my nipples are so hard and long. I wish there was a guy here who could suck on them while you eat my pussy and finger my butthole."

Marcy just stood there looking at me. We both cracked up laughing. "Yea, something like that," Marcy replied as she started soaping up my crotch. "Do you really want me to stick my finger up your butt? I mean, I can I guess."

I just gave her the look as I spread my legs wide. "How about just your tongue in my pussy for right now. I kind of like these truck stop showers."

Marcy dropped to her knees, licked her long tongue up my slit, pushed it deep inside me. I just closed my eyes, enjoyed the cleaning.

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