On The Road (with apologies to Kerouac)

[Maid of Marvels]

Strip your psyche to the bare bones of spontaneous process, and you give yourself one chance in a thousand to make the Pass. ~William Burroughs

What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. ~Neal Cassady as Dean Moriarty in "On The Road"

A closed thread for the meanderings and musings of Chris2c4u and Maid of Marvels as they travel... On the Road. Come along for the ride -- you never know where it will lead...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

1983

Twangy strains of "Stand By Your Man" blared from the ancient jukebox as she moved from table to table, topping off the salt and pepper shakers and wiping thick, red clots from half-full catsup bottles. Flat Gap was a nowhere town off a nowhere road and Stan's Diner was rarely frequented by anyone besides locals.

She'd been working here five years now -- from the time she was fourteen -- replacing Fanny Brighton after she ran off with a salesman who'd been passing through. Or so they said. Crystal didn't know it for a fact, it was just what folks round here said. At least it's what they said out loud.

Personally, she'd give just about anything to blow this place. She wanted to act and you couldn't get yourself noticed in the boondocks. Besides, she'd lay odds more than half of Flat Gap's two hundred and forty three citizens had never been to a picture show -- the one movie house in town had burned down twenty years ago and never been replaced. If not for her granny taking her to the big city when she was younger, Crystal probably wouldn't have been either.

The smell of smoke from the kitchen followed by more than a few muttered swear words from Stan sent her flying. He'd been sipping all day now and nothing good ever came of it. "What in the... " Flames were fairly licking at the ceiling by the time she ran through the swinging doors. Grabbing the fire extinguisher, Crystal aimed it at the trash bin. "What did I tell you bout dropping your cigars in there, dammit! You wanna burn this place to the ground? I swear, Stan. Next stranger walks in this place and I'm gone!"

And so she was...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

2004

Gato Barbieri's "Europa" blared from the radio on a shelf behind the counter as she danced from table to table, topping off the salt and pepper shakers and wiping thick, red clots from half-full catsup bottles. Newark was a nowhere town off a nowhere road though Blue's was almost always bustling.

Sunshine Fallon was Newark born and raised -- if you could call the way she'd grown up "raised". She'd been born just a year after her mother had come east from some backwater with the guy who may-or-may-not have been her sperm donor. Yeah, Crystal thought she was going to be a star, but the closest she ever got to fame and fortune was second billing in a gig downtown stripping -- at least til her boobs began to sag. After that it was rock bottom on the main line.

The bell over the door jingled as some guy she didn't recognize came walking in. "Crap," she mumbled under her breath. She'd worked late lunch through dinner and she was beat. Well, he is a purdy piece of eye candy at any rate, Sunshine thought as she eyed the guy up and down. So much for break time.

"Hiya! Table or counter?" she greeted him with her sunniest smile.

 

[chris2c4u]

Dean looked up.

"Hey! That's my car! What you doing to my car?"
Pulling out the tool he used on the lock, Dean ran for the cover of the alley, invoking a Buddhist prayer that it wasn't a dead end.

It was.

Looking around the fire exit was propped open. Kicking the bucket away so it slammed behind him, he ran through the kitchen of Luighi's Clam House. He emerged through the OUT door of the kitchen, walking slowly, as waiters and waitresses turned with puzzled eyes. He stopped at table 1.

"Is that to you liking? Sir? Madam?"

The rotund middle manager and his much younger secretary both looked up and wondered at this tall, thin, white-tee shirted, jean clad figure asking them solicitously about their meal.

"It's very good," said the Lothario.

"So pleased, chef will be delighted." Reaching over the table he took the young woman's limp hand in his and kissed it, before noises from the kitchen as well as the head waiter bearing down on him made him vacate the premisses.

The street was the usual Newark mess; yet another "Apologies, dig we must..." sign, with diversions to confuse visitors who had hired a car at the airport. OK, now what? I'm not flying, I need a car and damn it's tricky now they're getting these fancy immobilisers; the kit you had to carry - not like in his Dad's day. Easy then - get inside and you could start the ignition with a popsicle stick.

He checked his wallet. $5. OK, next strategy?

He stopped by the diner. Blue's. Some wierd music playing. Diner's had to have waitresses. He was good with waitresses. The meal woldn't cost him 5. Then he'd figure out how to get to Denver.

Inside he just waited to be seated and hit gold first time. Well well, yes this chick was perfect, good smile, eager to please.

"I'll take the counter please, yes, the counter, thank you. Do you allow smoking?"

 

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Sunshine slid a bright orange plastic ashtray across the counter and handed him a menu. "Coffee? It's fresh," she asked, already turning a cup upright in its saucer and pouring. Well, if he didn't want it, she'd drink it, but somehow she didn't think he'd turn it down.

"Sugar's there." She pointed toward the largest of three shakers in front of him. Yeah, duh. Like he wouldn't have known that. "Milk's in the pitcher." She set a small stainless steel pitcher in front of him and a saucer full of "Creamers."

He watched her closely, one eye squinting up as he took a long drag on his cigarette. "Thanks."

"You're not from the 'hood." It was more a statement than a question. Truth was, if he was from Ironbound or even Down Neck, Sunshine would have recognized him. Christ! She must sound like some hightech version of gestapo grilling an alien. "Sorry," she said sincerely. "I'm dead on my feet and was hoping for a break. Have you decided what you want? Manny's on and he makes the best Cuban sandwiches. Smoked ham, roast pork, Swiss cheese, pickles and mustard on Cuban bread that's flattened and crisped with a plancha." Sunshine rolled her eyes and sighed. Now she sounded like the official spokeswoman for McDonald's.

"Look," she said. "I guess I just came off rude. I didn't mean to diss you. The sandwich is good. Say yes and I'll even get you some platanos fritos... fried plantain. Shh... you'll like it." Sunshine leaned in close. "Besides, it's on the house... All you have to do is let me put my feet up while you eat."

To his credit, the guy arched an eyebrow and tried to protest, but she wasn't having it. Guilt was heaping up and there was a hot mug of coffee with her name on it. Pushing open the swinging doors to the kitchen, she hollered out the order. "One and a side of platano. Make it nice for this starved up guy, will you Manny?"

Coming back to the counter, she topped off his coffee. "My name's Sunshine, by the way, but don't push your luck. I'm on break as soon as you've got your plate."

 

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"You're not from the 'hood."

He looked up from the menu, "no," he began but she butted in.

"Sorry, I'm dead on my feet and was hoping for a break. Have you decided what you want? Manny's on and he makes the best Cuban sandwiches. Smoked ham, roast pork, Swiss cheese, pickles and mustard on Cuban bread that's flattened and crisped with a plancha."

"That sounds good," he checked the cost and gave her a winning smile, wondering how to begin sweet talking her into something off the price.

"Look," she said. "I guess I just came off rude. I didn't mean to diss you. The sandwich is good. Say yes and I'll even get you some platanos fritos... fried plantain. Shh... you'll like it." Sunshine leaned in close. "Besides, it's on the house... All you have to do is let me put my feet up while you eat."

Dean leaned against the counter; he couldn't believe his luck. Normally he at least had to try and charm them, get a few cents knocked off here, a free coffee there. But here she was, talking herself into giving him free food for no good reason that he could see. Still, gift horses...Anyway, she looked worth talking to. He made a mock protest at her offer then responded to her request for a rest, "sure, want me to take over waitressing while you relax?"

She laughed and went to give his order in, returning offering coffee and her name.

"Sunshine, pretty name. Dean." He held out his hand, which seemed to surprise her before she responded and they shook. She went away to clear up a table two truckers had just vacated while Dean thought about staying in this truck stop of a town for maybe a night. A night full of red wine and poetry and mostly this girl, close in his arms. It was a nice thought.

Yes, she was a pretty little girl, very pretty and he felt sure that
she wouldn't mind as he said, "Oh but Sunshine, I want to press my luck with you. When do you get off work?"

Manny hollered something that sounded like a tiger clearing its throat and Sunshine went to fetch Dean's sandwich.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sunshine grinned at the look on Dean's face when he saw the size of the sandwich. Manny had used almost three quarters of a loaf of Cuban bread and added extra meat, too. Bastard must really be horny, she thought.

Normally, she'd square up her tab with a quickie or a little head before going home, but after what Dean had just said, Sunshine figured a quick grope and a bit of sweet talk with that old Cuban goat -- along with the promise of a round trip ticket for tomorrow -- would make her good to go. She wasn't about to miss a minute with this sugar man.

"How 'bout a booth? It's a lot more comfortable than that stool you're perched on. C'mon," she tilted her head toward the back booth where the girls always took their breaks, knowing he'd follow like a dog in heat -- the ones she picked always did. Besides, Sunshine planned to get hers back from him soon as they blew this joint.

Sunshine set his plates on the table, pleased to see he'd grabbed their coffees. Mm, mm, mm... this one even had manners. She felt her nipples stiffen at the implication: manners equalled consideration which equalled orgasms -- and she really needed a good one or five to unwind after this shift.

"I get off in an hour," she said, gliding onto the bench opposite Dean, sure to let him get a flash of thigh from beneath her short denim skirt -- and maybe a little bit more. "Or as soon as Doris shows."

 

[chris2c4u]

OOC This post was jointly written my Maid and myself...and now back to the main feature...

Sunshine watched him as he ate, memorizing his face. His eyes especially. They shone with a light she saw in few others... a light of creativity and imagination, a brilliance he tried to disguise, a sense of awe at all that was around him. She noticed the way his hair fell down over his forehead, making her want to push it back. The way the corners of his mouth turned up slightly even though he wanted to look serious. The way his eyebrow arched.

Slipping off her shoes, she tucked one leg under herself and stretched the other out, her toes touching his boot and then inching up to feel the skin of his leg over the top. Sunshine pulled it back when Dean looked at her, but after a while she extended her leg again. This time she moved up to his knee; the tables were narrow. It was an easy reach as she smoothed her foot over his thigh. She had to shift a bit, but didn't stop. Slowly... Slowly... Her foot moved higher, closer -- toward his inner thigh. Sunshine watched his eyes when her toes reached... She tested the slight bulge between his legs the way one would dip their toes into water to test the heat.

Dean looked across the table at her face; she had a sort of innocence but the smile that cracked it told deeper stories. Reaching down under the table, he caught her foot and looked in her eyes. "What do you think you're doing?"

Sunshine shrugged and grinned as if she had been doing nothing at all.

Dean enjoyed watching her squirm as he said, "I want to go out. Show me the high life."

Sunshine sighed. "The high life? You mean the Anheuser-Busch plant on Rte 1? Or Newark Airport? They renamed it Newark Liberty International." She chuckled.

"Come on," Dean asked, "Surely you know where all the hot bars are? Where we can get a crowd, get the wine flowing?"

"The projects Down Neck? With helicopters hovering overhead and people walking in the open with guns, dealing drugs?" Then she stopped. "I know a place. On Roosevelt Avenue. Nicks."

"Then we're going to Nicks, yes we are," said Dean, excitedly.

"It's a small bar, but a good one."

"Then let's go."

"Five more minutes for Doris... and I have to talk to Manny quick, then I'm all yours."

Shaking his head Dean said, "No no. Here's Doris now and you have to live. Wait here." Walking behind the counter, Dean went into the kitchen. "Manny, I'm your dream date, you've been making do with that Sunshine but I know you want a real man... "

Sunshine felt her heart pounding in her chest as Dean disappeared through the swinging doors, but she couldn't stop him; she didnt want to.

Dean taunted the big Cuban. "Come on, drop those pants, let me see what I'm to suck What? no I'm not crazy. Well next time you want to intimidate a girl, you slimy piece... put the knife down Manny... "

Dean came running out of the kitchen. "OK, Sunshine, which way to Nicks? RUN FOR IT!"

"This way!" He grabbed her hand and they ran, the sound of Manny's voice as he followed them out into the street "...and dont you come back you low life tramp!"

Dean shrugged "See? I saved you."

It was at that moment Sunshine knew Dean was going to play a very important role in her life... and she in his. For as long as he would have her.

"Wait here," he said, while going back, looking inside where Doris had just arrived. Knocking on glass she came to the door and after a few minutes of talking she went inside, came back and the two of them had a passionate clinch in front of Sunshine's eyes. Dean walked up to Sunshine, answering her body language question of hand on hip, tilted head that replaced the words, "you know Doris quite well then?"


"I crashed in the room over her garage. Read her poetry some nights when her old man was out getting blotto." He lifted the glass bowl for her to see. "She got me the tip jar for the day, I explained you didn't get your severance pay. You're not going back," he said as he slid an arm around her waist. "Now, Nicks?"

Sunshine felt giddy and scared and... she didn't even know him and yet she had never felt safer. "Nicks," she repeated.

"Let's go, sweetheart, the stars are already coming out." Dean asked, "where's your car?"

Sunshine pointed down at her shoes and shrugged her shoulders.

"Ok ok..yes that's ok...how far is Nick's place? Can we walk? "

"If you want to get there for closing." Sunshine shrugged. "Buses are still running til midnight; what time is it? It'll bring us close."

"Buses?" Dean spoke it as though he didn't know what the word meant. Walking quicker, he said, "here, tell me if you see anyone coming."

The car was old enough not to have an immobiliser; he penetrated the skin of the door and probed the lock which gave up with a click. "Go around, get in - come on, come on."

He slammed the door and ferreted under the dash.

She only hesitated for a minute and darted for the car, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat. The Mercury's engine flared into life. "Which way?" Dean asked.

"What are we doing?" Sunshine whispered, though of course she knew - and it was the biggest rush she'd had in her entire life. "Make a left at the corner."

"We're going to Nicks," said Dean matter of factly as he shifted the car into gear, driving smoothly out, back in his natural habitat behind the wheel. He reached across and squeezed her thigh, aroused by the car and the pretty little girl next to him.

"Go slow," she urged, her hand grazing his thigh as she twisted to face him.

Slowing, though it was not second nature to him, Dean asked for more directions.

"Market to McCarter Highway, then left on Rutgers, right on Main and left onto Roosevelt," she said, her fingers having reached his inner thigh. Dean watched the signs and even obeyed the stop light.

Sunshine found him easily, cupping her hand over his crotch she caressed the erection straining against Dean's jeans. When he shifted in the seat, she took it as encouragement, unbuckling his belt and tugging at the button on his jeans before manoeuvring herself to lower his zipper.

Dean lifted slightly as she slid her hand inside to free his cock, stroking it lightly as she lowered herself, her tongue flicking over the head, lapping at him like an ice cream; swirling around the creamy smoothness of the glans before parting her lips and lowering her mouth over his length. She moaned her desire as she began to suck, her cheeks concave her head bobbed up and down his length, devouring him.

Dean saw the sign, Main and Roosevelt and pulled into the car park at Nicks turning off the ignition, dousing the lights.

Sunshine didn't stop what she was doing, the flashing light from the corner alternately revealing her lips wrapped around his cock and just as quickly plunging them into darkness.

Reaching out to her shoulders Dean gradually slowed her. "Ssshhhh...noooo..." he pulled her up, Sunshine’s eyes filled with confusion.

Kissing her open lips Dean said "I'm not Manny...you don't have to do that for me, to please me, you, you're special, yes, special, I want you to kiss my cock for more than the thrill, when we're out under the stars, yes, those bright stars over our naked bodies, getting you over hurts I see in your eyes, hurts that make you think this is the way to reward men who like you."

She tried to protest, to tell him that it wasn't the same, that she really wanted to please him. Sure, she'd meant to get hers too, but somewhere along the way it was more important that she please him.

Dean said, "you please me by showing me Nicks bar and we'll make out in there."

Sunshine kissed him lightly and pulled the rearview mirror toward herself, quickly combing her fingers through her hair before shaking it out.

Fastening up his pants Dean said, "let's go." The sign said N cks in blue neon. Sunshine reached for the door and pushed it open, stepping out onto the sidewalk just as he rounded the car.

 

[chris2c4u]

Oops

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The door was heavy wood with a faded mosaic of stained glass in its center and a man passed out on the stoop, so still Sunshine couldn't really tell if he was even breathing. Well, this was Newark after all. Shrugging at Dean, she reached for the latch and pulled the door open. "C'mon. I think you'll like it."

Heads turned as the twosome entered. Sunshine didn't see Nick, but it looked like Al was tending bar and there was his brother, Crazy Bo, jitterbugging with one of their sisters to an oldie blaring from the jukebox while her man, probably close to three times her age, looked on from a table against the wall. "Booth or bar?" the question unnecessary as Dean was already guiding her toward a booth.

"Hey, Sunshine!" Bo called out, giving Dee a dip that almost landed her on her ass. Well, it wouldn't have been the first time, and the small crowd hooted and cheered as she deftly recovered.

Sunshine knew he'd be over in a sec, and turned to Dean with a grin. "He's like a big brother to me. Oh, we had a fling centuries ago, but now -- well, he has been known to get me out of a scrape or ten. He'll want to know who... "

"Hey, you." Sunshine suddenly found herself wrapped in a bear hug, the way only a Belfiore could deliver one.

"Hey, yourself. This is... "

True to form, Bo hadn't waited for an introduction; his hand was already extended past her as he introduced himself to Dean. "Hey there. John Bell, but you can call me Bo. And you are?"

 

[chris2c4u]

The air in Nick's had an oily quality. The smell of dope, cigars and spilt wine mingled with the Gillespie's jitterbug Waltz still blaring from the jukebox. Dee stood swaying on the few wooden tiles that passed as a dance floor and waved at Sunshine as she was enveloped by Bo.

"Dean," he replied to the big man's question before Bo put an arm around both their shoulders and led them to a booth. He picked up a bottle of wine from the bar and two glasses. "Hey Al, make me up a wine spodiodi will ya?"

Dean smiled, "Not seen anyone drink one of those in a long time," he said.

Bo laughed, "old habits," he said, "safest way to take bad whisky, give it a sweet little jacket of port wine." Al brought Bo's drink and tousled Sunshine's hair, "long time no see sweetie," he said and winked at her before returning to the bar.

The wine flowed nicely and Dean relaxed with this sweet young woman by his side, listening to Bo's stories of the black jazz musicians who would drop in and play in the bar for drinks before loading up their truck again and running off to the next bar, picking up hangers on to take around the city until dawn. Dean got excited at this, telling Bo all about his love of the music.

They laughed together as Dean told of the sawdust saloon where people would go to listen and get into the groove. "Man, there'd be people there in bathrobes, jammed in, sweating," they all laughed and drank some more.

Bo spotted a girl he knew and whooped and ran over to her, making her squeal and laugh as his arms surrounded her and he picked her off the floor in a wild hug.

Looking round Dean saw Sunshine smiling and as she began to speak he leaned in and swallowed her words with his kiss. He didn't stop but moved close, putting his arms around her soft body feeling her yield against him, feeling her arms snake around his back. Dean loved the feel of her breasts against his chest, the softness of her hair in his hand, the curve of her hip under his other one. The long, sensuous kiss continued as their tongues began to play with one another, as they listened to the soft moans they were making as they greedily explored the kiss further, deeper.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sunshine felt the muscles ripple under her fingers as her hands traversed Dean's back and longed to feel them without the cotton tee between. His earlier rebuffs, though gentle, had confused her but she understood where he was coming from. She knew she didn't have to give herself to every Tom, Dick and Harry that came along, but this time... this time she wanted to. And not for the usual reasons, either.

Sometimes it was a return for a favor, sometimes it was for a place to hang out and someone to do it with, but most times it was just to feel loved -- to have someone care for her (or at least pretend they did) -- even if it was just for a little while.

There was something about Dean that was different from the others and the other times. He was smart and witty and... exciting. He made her heart pound and her mouth go dry while the rest of her... Sunshine moaned her need, pressing her breasts against his chest as she wriggled in his arms.

Her nipples ached for his fingers, for his mouth, for his tongue. Her pussy was soaking wet -- another something that never usually happened. And she knew he was hard, despite the fact that she hadn't touched him. She could smell their arousal, and her entire body trembled with her need of him.

This time, however, Sunshine would wait for Dean to make the first move... but she wouldn't hesitate to make the second.

 

[chris2c4u]

He felt her body tremble against him and held her tight. Slowly the kiss dissolved though their faces remained close, each was panting a little and he leaned his forehead against hers.

His back concealed her from the room and he looked into her eyes as he slid his hand under her short denim skirt. He felt the warmth of her thighs, stroking them softly, sliding his fingers higher until he felt her damp cotton panties and gently began to feel her sex through them. His fingers turned on her hidden lips, on her clit. He watched her swallow and moan softly as his fingers played on her.

He ran his other arm around her and pulled her close to kiss her neck and whisper, "let's go, Doris's place is nearby - and I still know where she keeps the key for the room over the garage."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Dean got up first, adjusting himself as he stood waiting for Sunshine to slide out across the bench. Her belly was doing flip-flops and she felt like a kid trying to get away with something even though there wasn't a chance of it. Bo's knowing wink and thumbs up as he called out good night made her giggle and blush, but she didn't have time to think about it; Dean already had his hand on the small of her back and was ushering her quickly out the door.

They hurried to the car, splitting as they rounded it to get in. A little fiddling under the dash and the engine was started and they were rolling before she had a chance to catch her breath. Doris' place, he'd said. Yeah, well. It wasn't exactlly like she was a virgin either.

Once they were on the main drag again, Dean seemed to know where to go. Parking just up the street, they ran hand in hand down the block and up the drive that led to her apartment. Sure enough, the key was where Dean expected it to be.

Sunshine's heart was pounding with exhillaration as he unlocked the door and quickly pulled her inside, using her body to push the door closed. It was like an octopus' garden as hands, mouths, bodies groped and tugged until most of their clothes were off and all that needed was for the parts to go in. Grinning sheepishly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as Dean picked her up and carried her toward the bedroom. Where they could be more... comfortable, he said.

 

[chris2c4u]

There was a moment like a freeze frame, as Sunshine stood against the door, her wrists draped over Dean's shoulder's her eyes on his. The door clicked to behind her with the slightest motion of her body against it.

As Dean leaned towards her he pulled the blouse out from her skirt, his fingertips aware of her body, of her slightest curve, of the firm muscle, of the insistent movements of her own desires. Her hands too pulled at his clothes, knowing what she wanted was his nudity, his accesibility, his body to fuck.

Her skirt fell away, her panties she had to wriggle out of. The one button from her blouse skittered over under the coffee table but the rest opened easily. Her arms flapped, insistent for the blouse's release. All this time they were kissing. Sometimes on the lips, sucking on upper or lower, tongues probing and playing. Sometimes on necks and shoulders, through hair. On ears, tongues again exciting, suckling lobes, probing inside them.

Dean felt his nakedness as she pulled down his boxers with an insistant tug, as much as he leaned back to see her, naked apart from her bra.

He felt her arms wrap around his neck, her left leg snake up his right, her bended knee signalling her intentions as she kept bending it at the top of his hip, hoping he would understand. He did.

He pushed her back against the door so she could snake her other leg up around his waist, so he could grab her as their kiss, mouth to mouth bit deep.

Her ankles locked in the small of his back as he pulled her away from the door and supported her back, feeling the bumps of her backbone against his fingers. Slowly he turned, as she looked down and kissed him her hair falling around them.

As he walked towards the bedroom he occasionally broke their kiss.

He began to quote snatches of a poem.

Hair over your forehead;
...
Why have you stayed
Away so long, why have you only
Come to me late at night
...
Take off your dress and stockings;
...
I will warm your feet in my hands;
I will warm your breasts and thighs with kisses.
I wish I could build a fire
In you that would never go out.
I wish I could be sure that deep in you
Was a magnet to draw you always home.

The bedroom had a single pale light. He sat on the side of the bed with her, devouring her eager kisses feeling her heat, her movement, her hands all over him.

He bent to her breasts still covered by her bra, kissing the curve of them sucking, nibbling, his mouth covering the fabric over where her erect nipples extended it. Caressing them with his tongue as he encouraged her to lie down...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sunshine eased herself back onto the bed, her eyes riveted on Dean as his fingers deftly opened the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts. She moaned softly as he drew closer, his tongue circling each nipple in turn; the areolae puckering as he sucked in the air from the wet trail he'd blazed.

Running her hands across his shoulders and over his back, she pulled him closer. Her fingers wandering up the nape of his neck and weaving themselves into his hair, Sunshine drew Dean's face to hers, kissing him deeply as his hand wandered downward, across her thigh and back up toward her stomach and higher still... until he'd reached her breast again.

Every inch of her skin tingled, making her moan into his mouth as their tongues chased each other back and forth. Teasing and yet deliberate. Sunshine arched her back when he rolled her distended nipple between his fingers, her own hand snaking between their bodies to touch him.

"Gods," she murmured as her fingertips traced his length before circling to pull back the foreskin. He groaned as her thumb smoothed through the droplets of precum; spreading them over the head of his cock. Sunshine began to stroke.

Raising one knee, she shifted her body. Dean's hand was on her inner thigh now, squeezing her tensed muscles. Moving slowly higher. Higher. She held her breath. Torn between watching what her hand was doing and where his was going, she gasped as his fingers found her pussy, tracing along her slit before probing deeper.

Dean held her eyes as he brought his glistening finger out and to his lips, tasting her juices before returning it, his fingers sinking into her tight sheath. Sunshine mewled, her pelvis rocking against Dean's hand as his fingers moved in and out of her, his thumb slowly, torturously massaging her clit.

"I want you inside of me," she whispered, urging Dean onto his back. Her breath coming in ragged gasps, she felt as though her very soul was on fire, as she slithered on top of him. Straddling his waist, she guided his erection to the place she wanted him most.

As she rubbed the head of his cock back and forth between the folds of her pussy, Sunshine revelled in the sensations that washed over her. She watched Dean's face as she played, using him as her sex toy, wanting him desperately but loving the tease.

"Now?" she finally asked, no longer able to bear the pleasure/pain of the void that so desperately needed to be filled. Dean grinned in response, moving his hands to her waist as she lowered herself slowly, ever so slowly. Crying out as she felt her innermost muscles stretch and reshape to accommodate his girth, they stayed still for a moment, savoring the feel of each other.

 

[chris2c4u]

Light gold skin against the deep blue duvet cover, her body indenting it, her hair catching highlights and gleaming on it. Final nudity as her bra split and folded back to reveal her to his gaze, to his lips, to his tongue.

He moved slowly towards her, into the haze of her body heat into the scent of her naked purity into the touch of her skin as he stroked her. His hand moved up and down, his fingertips telling him where they were as they moved across the firm curve of her breast then down; lifting them slightly. Now his fingers barely touched the tiniest hairs of her belly, into the dip of her navel then to the top of her leg where he let his hand rest, pressing firmer. He turned his fingers to caress her inner thigh, down then steadily up, passing with slow, slow strokes away from the centre of her need between her legs to feel the long luscious curve of her hip. All the while their mouths fed each other's lust, passion and need with greedy wet kisses.

He felt her hand snake between them, her grunt as she found his hardness and explored it, stroked it while he groaned into their kiss. His own hand slid up to her breast squeezing her nipple, tugging a little, in time with her strokes of his manhood.

Wetness met his fingers as he probed her pussy, the folds parting letting him in easily into the heat of her intimate, aroused sex. He felt her hips push up at his hand as he slid fingers into her tightness.

"I want you inside of me," she whispered, urging Dean onto his back. He turned and feasted on the sight of her straddling him, playing his cock through her slick lips, feeling her gyrate, making him tug at her hips trying to urge her to take him into her body.

He watched and listened as her pussy swallowed him as their eyes met when she began to move over him, lifting herself up, almost letting him slide out of her until she slowly sank down again. When she felt him beginning to push up she grinned and began to rise again not letting him get deep, controlling him.

He reached up and squeezed her breasts in his hands, kneading them softly as she again slowly rose and fell on his hard cock inside her. As she lowered herself he sat up at the waist and ran his arms around her back, first kissing her mouth, his hands sliding through her hair then kissing her ear, neck and as they parted a little he lifted her left breast and suckled hard on her nipple before lying back again.

She placed her hands on his chest and rode him a little faster, letting him push up in rhythm with her. He placed his hands around her waist then ran them up her sides as they began to move together began to feel the need for release.

She panted, open mouthed looking down at him as he clutched her nakedness, thrust faster, his hand sliding down to her clit. The wetness coated his fingers as he massaged her as they drove their hips together. He felt her thrusting towards his body catching his finger, her clit against his pubic bone.He swirled his fingers faster, faster on her feeling her move, hearing her incoherent cries.

He watched as her head fell forward, her belly began to contract, her pussy to clutch at his cock. He thrust harder, deeper, gaining the release he sought as she writhed on his sex. He filled her with hot seed as his cock erupted deep in her body, throbbing, pumping into her as she mewled and her orgasm slowly began to subside. She fell forward over him her lips on his neck as he stroked her back, feeling a drop of perspiration trickle down her spine.

They lay together as she felt him going soft inside her. He wrapped his legs around her, his arms also and began to whisper to her.

"Shall we drive away from people? Watch them disappear like specks while we go on to the next crazy adventure? Is that the life you'd like for a while? Drive a highway into New Orleans. Sal's down there - friend of mine, writer. We could stay a while, smell the flowers. Go to parties, look at where the trains still roll and people jumped the boxcars." He kissed her hair made damp by lust and squeezed her limp body to him. He chanted the mantra of the Mississippi.
Regular. Soft. Deep. Flowing.

"Memphis... Greenville... Eudora... Vicksburg... Natchez... New Orleans. Ride towards the delta."

The lullaby of the road.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sunshine lay in Dean's arms, listening to the names of places and cities -- some she knew and some she didn't. He recited them like a mantra. The tone of his voice, the syllables of each city, chanted mellifluously, seduced her like a siren song.

Truth, there was nothing keeping her in Newark. Mama had passed three months ago and, well, she didn't have a job to go to after what had happened tonight either. Sunshine lifted her head from Dean's chest and looked him straight in the eyes. "You are serious, aren't you." It was more a statement than a question; she could hear the dream in his voice, see the wonderfully crazy determination in his eyes.

Dean nodded sagely, or so it seemed, and Sunshine kissed him lightly on the nose, pushing herself upright. "I'd like that very much," she said with a grin to match the one spreading across his face. "I have some cash put aside and we have the tips... "

Dean nodded again, the backs of his fingers idly tracing the contour of her breasts as she perched astride him, commingled juices pooling and matting their pubic hair. "Tell me more," she murmured as she slithered down the length of his body. "Tell me where we will go first."

And he did... Even as she was licking his cock clean. Even as he began to grow hard again and her lips slid up and down his length. Even as she made love to him with her mouth. Dean didn't stop talking even for a moment until she spun around and lowered her pussy over his face. Even then, he spelled the words out with his tongue as Sunshine moaned her pleasure and gave him his.

 

[chris2c4u]

Dean lay beside her after they had come again and thought about how they could get moving. The car they had would soon be too dangerous to drive, the cops would have had it reported missing by now probably.They risked it to get to Sunshine's apartment though, to pick up her life savings and throw clothes in a bag. Dean sat on the steps of the building, listening to early morning sounds as he waited for her.

They needed another means of transportation. For Dean, though, it had to be a car. A big, American car, that could take you anywhere. Take you to the edge of your dreams, give you freedom. He began to walk down the kerb until his eye lit upon his dream. A Mercury; an easy car to start. Within moments he had it running and pulled it down the block replacing it with the first car ey had taken. He put a note on the windshield. "Mercury man, I borrowed your car a while. You can use this one for now - but wtach out for the cops." He was perfectly serious too.

Sunshine came out and Dean hustled her down the street to where the new car waited. He fired up the engine; whoever she belonged to had kept her running well.

"Maybe we can pick up hitchhikers. I'm positive we'll find some." dodging traffic, they bounced over the city limits.

Outside of town there was a kid, his thumb stuck out. "How much money you got, kid?" Dean asked; the kid had little cash but offered to pay for gas.

"Where you goin?" He asked, his fresh young face innocent and hopeful.

"Where'd you want to go?" said Dean, confusing the boy until he said he had an aunt down the river.

"Just where we're going!" said Dean. The boy's face lit with his smile and he climbed in the back.

"She's got a corner store," said the boy. "She's got money."

Dean threw his head back and laughed. "Yes! Yes!' he yelled. "We've all got aunts; well, let's go, let's see the aunts and the uncles and the corner stores all the way ALONG that road!!' The newcomer didn't say a word; after a minute of Dean's talk he was probably convinced e had joined a car of mad people.