Sara's Car Trip Ch. 02
Date: 14.10.2007Keywords: 02, Ch., Car, Trip, Sara's,
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"Stupid, stupid, stupid," she mumbled banging her fist into the ball of her other hand.
She finished dinner and saved what would have been Travis's portion for leftovers. She didn't even bother watching the movie. It wouldn't be any good without Travis.
Thursday morning came. Samantha looked up from her bed, 9AM. Some way, some how, she had managed to hit a low. She couldn't even bring herself to attend classes that day. Eventually 11:32 came, and she finally got out of bed.
Deciding that she wasn't going to let this depression get the best of her she took a shower and fixed herself up really nice. Pursing her lips in the mirror she noted just how hot, you might even say, slutty, she looked. Her top was tight enough that she had no need for a bra. Her skirt was thigh-high and she even put on some stockings, she was ready. She was confused.
Samantha picked up the phone, "Peter, hey. Yeah, it's me. Listen, I need you. Can I see you today, are you busy? Great, okay, I'll see you at four," Samantha knew she shouldn't, but her guilt wasn't strong enough to stop her in her depressed state.
Peter Doke, Samantha's high school ex, was your typical non-committal jerk off. The guy, who would barely even admit they were dating, while they were sleeping together, was the guy she turned to, in this, a dark time indeed. He was also a good friend of Travis's, until their relationship ended, and of course Travis stuck by his sister's side. To say the least, it was a messy breakup that left many damaged relationships in its path.
Four twenty seven, typical. Samantha was about to give up on him when finally there was a knock at the door. "Hey you," a gleam in her eye, it was obvious what Samantha wanted. The way she was dressed, the way she smelled.
"Hi, you said—," Peter trailed off, few times had Samantha ever dressed up so sexily for him. "I guess you—," he paused, "yeah." at six foot two, Peter stood about six inches taller than Samantha. His first instinct told him she was vulnerable, his second instinct told him to take advantage, and fast. He kissed her hard on the lips as they finally embraced after staring at each other in the doorway for what seemed like five minutes, but was in reality, only fifteen seconds.
Samantha felt instantly aroused. The attention her body had been craving for days was finally going to be realized. She felt his hand begin to lift up her stretch-material top, which clung to her in a way that its removal more resembled that of removing a sock or stocking. Her perfume was thick in the air, combined with the smell of her hair and sight of her newly released tits, Peter was raging with desire. It had been so long since they touched; it was almost like unexplored territory.
Samantha grabbed at his hand and brought it strait to her breast, continuing the kiss as she kicked the door shut behind them. "Oh yes, please, oh god, yes," she mumbled into his mouth as their tongue sucking turned into extremely hot necking.
She pulled his shirt off and threw it at the door. She could feel moisture building up between her legs whilst his hand continued to play roughly with her breasts.
Breaking their embrace they both quickly stripped naked. Peter's cock looked ready as she took it into her hand and guided him to the loveseat and fell back into it. Peter remembered this loveseat well. It was too small, but this was one time he wasn't going to complain. He swooped down to embrace Samantha in another long kiss, broken only when his mouth's attention was directed to her chest.
Her breathing was quickly sounding less controlled as Peter took each tiny nipple into his mouth, lightly biting and sucking on them. One of his hands made its way to her opening, which at this point was swollen and dripping. He couldn't remember her ever being this horny before as he easily slipped a finger inside.
"Oh my god, ohhhhhhhh" she moaned as his finger entered her. Her breathing had become panting as she again took his cock into her hand stroking it softly, tugging, and wishing for it to be in her.
"You are so fucking beautiful today, I don't know what's gotten into you but I know I like it, you are so-oo –oohh hot right now!" he said removing a condom from his pants.
Samantha took it from him and slipped it over his penis, smiling broadly in anticipation of having his thick cock buried deep inside her. Samantha was mashing her own breasts together as Peter began to rub his cock at her opening. Sliding the tip of his penis up and down her slit, she groaned louder and louder as he tickled her opening.
"Just fuck me you tease!" she screamed tugging at him with her legs.
Slowly his cock head penetrated her, "Yes, ohhh god yes, more, more!" she screamed as she felt the walls of her pussy being stretched open. 'Wow this feels good,' she thought to herself, covering her guilt with her desire for pleasure.
Just then –click-
Samantha's head popped up over Peter's shoulder just enough to see the doorknob turning. "Shit!" she whispered loudly.
Peter's cock was still half buried in her pussy when the door opened. It took Travis about two seconds to process the scene before his eyes.
"Just what "the fuck "do you think you are doing here," Travis's tone was deliberate and hateful.
Peter pulled out. His stomach sank; he knew if Travis wanted to fight, and Peter would be on the losing end of a good ass whipping.
"I'm sorry bro, god damn, she invited me over and I just—I wasn't expecting—you have to believe me bro, I didn't plan this!" Travis was approaching him in spite of these words.
"No Travis, don't, it's true, I invited him," Samantha could hardly believe she was sticking up for a guy, whom no more than 24 hours ago, she despised with all her being. But she couldn't lie, it was all her doing.
Travis was stunned. "Unbelievable," he looked at his whore-of-a-sister as she snapped her legs closed and covered her breasts with her arms, "just fucking unbelievable," his gaze turned to Peter, "you have exactly fifteen seconds," he didn't need to say anymore than that. Peter was gone in ten.
Travis watched the door shut behind Peter. He turned to Samantha, "Just what the fuck are you doing? Fucking the one guy that fucked up relationships between both of us?"
"Don't lecture me about who I can and cannot have sex with, you're not my keeper, so piss off!" she snapped, as she covered herself with a throw blanket she kept on the love seat, she wasn't going to be lectured after he broke off their date yesterday.
Travis knew she wasn't being rational; it took all he had to contain his anger and try to speak sense into her, "He is bad for you! When you two broke up, I picked you, and now you go and whore yourself back to him?" he wanted to suppress the whore-comment but it came through loud and clear and he had to stand firm behind it now, his pride was at stake.
Samantha couldn't believe her ears; she screamed there were no words in her scream; it was just a loud, ear piercing, screeching, scream. It sounded like bloody murder and the tears poured down her face, he went too far, her heart was now completely and utterly broken.
Sobbing uncontrollably, "Just who—are you—calling—a whore!!" she screamed as she charged right at him, smacking him across the face with an almost deafening pop, as a dark red, hand shaped mark immediately took form on his cheek.
Travis stood their, stunned, again. Words had escaped him.
"Fuck you," she said. She then opened the door, and left.
------------------END OF CHAPTER 1----------------
After what happened on the plane, Tom had begun to consider the possibility that his daughter wanted him to bring her to Aruba for the purpose of seducing him. While he would never have allowed himself to consider that as a real possibility, he knew if he had the chance, he would.
Finally, the porter waved them to a cab at the curb. It was a small car, typical outside the U.S., and after giving the driver their luggage, they squeezed into the back seat.
"God there's hardly any room back here. You can put your arm around me if it will make you more comfortable, daddy." Everything was working out perfectly.
"Thanks, honey." Tom put his arm around Sandi allowing her to lean into him again.
As the cabbie got in and pulled away Sandi was ready for the last part of her plan. She wanted to do this while her father couldn't really respond and the cab was the perfect place.
"Daddy, I have a little present for you."
"Sandi, you shouldn't have gotten anything for me. After all it's your birthday!"
"But daddy, I couldn't resist. Now like all good presents this one comes wrapped but I took the liberty of unwrapping it myself. In fact, all your going to get right now is the wrapping."
"OK..." Tom wasn't sure exactly where this was leading but after what happened on the airplane, he knew anything was possible with his sexy little daughter.
"Now, you know how sometimes people save the wrapping off of their packages?" asked Sandi.
"Yes and you know I think that's really tacky, like they're going to reuse it for someone else."
"Well, I think you might want to keep the wrapping I'm going to give you, but I doubt you'll use it for someone else." Sandi was enjoying her little game.
"This sounds interesting. OK, baby I'm ready," Tom's curiosity was definitely peaked.
"Now close your eyes and hold out your hand." Sandi looked up to make sure her father's eyes were shut. He held out is right hand and squeezed his eyes very tight.
"There, my eyes are shut good and tight," he said with a grin on his face as he played along with her game.
"I hope you like things that are good and tight, daddy." Sandi couldn't help saying. Sandi pulled her damp thong from her purse and gently laid it on her father's open hand. Then she placed her palm under his hand a slowly raised it until the crumpled but fragrant panties were directly in front of his nose.
It took a second before Tom recognized the exquisite smell drifting into his nose.
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Keywords: 02, Ch., Car, Trip, Sara's,