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The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further!  Stop Reading This Now!!

This story is for entertainment only.  It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction.  The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact.  I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here.  The characters in the story are entirely fictional.

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Copyright © 2001, HarveyMarcus.  All Rights Reserved. 

CROSS COUNTRY

My wife has a female cousin who does biological research and lives in San Francisco.  Evidently, some set of circumstances caused her to decided to move back to the Midwest.  Breena decided to pack and ship most of her things, but decided not to sell her car and drive it back here instead before moving on to her final destination.  My wife is not a very good driver by her own admission.  On the other hand, I'm a pretty good driver and I enjoy being behind the wheel of almost any vehicle.  My wife asked me to assist Breena in the driving since I had some vacation time that I would lose if I didn't take.

I'll admit it - some lascivious thoughts danced in my head.  My wife's cousin is not a beautiful woman, of average height, average build, dark hair, and an offbeat sense of humor and attitude in general if you'd know the truth.  You'd first notice her deep eyes and almost immediately thereafter her breasts carried high up on her chest.  The clincher was that Breena's parents had an unused one way ticket I was welcome to use if I would help.  I agreed with limited enthusiasm, hiding my hopes for a different kind of ride.

I packed a small suitcase with a couple of changes and personal sundries and flew out to San Francisco.  The trip was entirely uneventful.  I was picked up at the airport by Breena, whose car was already packed.  She told me she wanted to leave directly.  She took the first shift behind the wheel, so I could get some rest from the trip.  Breena had planned the route, and we'd make it in two days if we both did long stints.

Breena woke me a few of hours later as she stopped for something to eat at a small greasy spoon along the interstate.  I used the opportunity to wash up in the bathroom, and to splash some cold water on my face.  We both made pleasant conversation during the meal.  Breena was outgoing and friendly but didn't have the interest in settling down.  I wondered if she had been seeing anyone, and just how horny she might be.  At one point, I asked about people she was leaving behind.  Breena indicated that there was no one special.  Breena had been married at one time, while she was in graduate school.  Her husband was working on his degree in another state, a bad start to a subsequently doomed relationship.  They quietly got a divorce not long after despite attempts at reconciliation.

It was my turn to drive, and Breena curled up on the front seat next to me.  We were both dressed comfortably for the summer - I wore jeans and a t-shirt with some computer company's logo on it.  Breena wore a sleeveless top that showed a bit of bra beneath it at the arm pits, and very short shorts.  I couldn't remember ever seeing her in such a skimpy outfit, but I figured it was to be comfortable during long ride.

After two more changes of the guard and a few hundred more miles, we decided to flop at the next decent motel.  It wasn't much better than decent.  I told Breena that we needed to keep expenses down, and she concurred.  I told her that we could share a room if she promised to be a "gentleman".  Breena giggled a woman's giggle, accepted my suggestion, and we registered as Mr. and Ms. Dodge, after the make of car she owned.

Breena used the bathroom first.  When she came out, she wore a long cotton nightgown inappropriate for the weather.  I cleaned up in the bathroom next and got into a pair of pajamas one size too small.  I didn't usually wear pajamas at home, but felt wearing something was appropriate under the circumstances.  After all, I couldn't be so obvious as to walk out in underwear or naked.  The room had twin beds, so we each chose one, set an alarm for early the next morning and dozed off.

When I woke up Breena was already up and getting dressed.  She was in the bathroom but hadn't shut the door, maybe because I had been asleep.  I opened my eyes to see her pull a t-shirt over her naked torso, and I caught a fleeting glimpse of her breasts, pointing almost straight out from her body.  Breena obviously was going braless today, and I got slightly aroused at the thought.  Breena walked out of bathroom and saw I had awoken.  I didn't know if she knew I had been looking, when she suddenly rousted me from bed.  My state of semi arousal was obvious in my too small pajama bottoms.  Breena tried not to notice but I saw a hint of a smile.

Breena always likes to play "shrink" at family gatherings, asking people about their "feelings."  Sometimes I'd feel like she was getting too nosy in her questions, but other times I'd tell her almost anything, even my deepest thoughts as if they ought to be common and public knowledge.  We played this game in the car as we drove, since Monopoly and gin rummy were out of the question.  I decided I'd play too, and see what I could learn about her sex life.  I felt an opportunity was at hand, or at least within reach, and didn't want to miss the chance.  I learned that Breena enjoyed sex, but hadn't had much lately.  What a potentially rewarding combination, I thought.

It had been another long day, with Breena and I sharing the driving almost exactly 50/50.  We pulled into another motel for what would be our last overnight stop for the trip.  We winked at each other and played the same trick with the motel clerk.  This time I asked for double beds, but we were told that they only had king size.  Breena winked again and told me she'd keep her previous promise.  I was hoping she had her fingers crossed this time.

Breena took the bathroom first again, but this time came out with towels wrapped around her head and her torso.  The towel was long enough not to expose anything.  Breena told me she had trouble sleeping in her nightgown since it was too heavy for the weather, and asked if I had a spare t-shirt she could use to sleep in instead.  I gave her an extra large t-shirt I had packed with some wacky cartoon character adorning the front.  She thanked me and literally bounced back into the bathroom - both her breasts and rump jiggled as she moved.

Breena came out soon thereafter.  The t-shirt covered her down to her thighs.  I was disappointed in the view.  I adjourned to the bathroom, showered and dried off, reusing the pajamas from the previous night.  Breena was sitting cross legged on the bed watching an old movie on TV.  The t-shirt had ridden up slightly, providing a clear view of her lower privates.  Well, not exactly, since she had a dark bushy patch that covered everything that might have been showing.

My dick started to rise, and it pushed at the pajama bottoms enough to be noticeable.  I sat on the edge of the bed and asked what she was watching.  Her eyes were no longer on the TV set, watching my penis making a tent out of the pj pants.  It was then that Breena began her "feelings" game again, turning to me and raising her knees to her chest, fully exposing to me a hint of flesh among the dark threads of dense pubic hair.

"How are you feeling?" she asked in a clinical tone.  

Here goes nothing, I thought.

 "I feel like you're not being a gentleman, Breena" I answered.  

"A gentleman is polite and gentle and shares, correct?" she asked. 

"Most certainly" I answered, anxious to share the delights of her body. 

"Then may I come over and share that?" she asked as she pointed to the peak in my pants. 

"By all means" I replied, and pulled the pants down from around my waist to expose myself to her. 

"Wow, its a beauty" she exclaimed as she reached for it.  

It grew another half inch longer and surprisingly harder as her hand wrapped around it and her head moved closer to examine it - oops, no, she was licking it instead.  She didn't take much of it in her mouth, but her tongue was doing a number on the tip that had me nearly jumping off the edge of the bed.  In the meantime, I reached around her waist and pulled the shirt up to get a good long look and feel of her breasts.  They were as firm as they looked, and the nipples almost looked like a cap on the end of a missile.  They grew warm as I massaged them, and Breena began to moan, I hoped with pleasure.

She asked me to move onto the bed, cross-legged, and I complied once I removed the pajama bottoms.  She tossed off the shirt and straddled my crossed legs, wrapping hers around my waist and pushing her breasts into my chest.  She ran her hands up and down my back, and I did likewise.  With a wiggle she positioned herself above my erect penis, and with a plop she sat down on it, hard.  In this position, I was getting deep penetration, which is what Breena was after in suggesting this pose.  I began to rock back and forth, and her body moved with mine.  The strokes of my penis in her were long, building up an immaculate friction.  I rose to my knees, and Breena was still wrapped around me.  I grabbed her buttocks to help support her, and found another of her erogenous zones.  She was gurgling now, and so was my prick.  With a series of quicker thrusts, I spurted within her, never once considering the health or contraception issues.  We collapsed on the bed together, a tangle of arms and legs, covered with sweat that made our previous showers useless.

We got up the next morning on schedule and took separate showers.  We got dressed separately and continued the drive, not talking much the rest of the way.  Thank goodness for radio.  I gave her a chaste hug and kiss on the cheek when she dropped me off at home.  I wonder what it will be like the next time we're both at a family gathering, and how difficult will it be to look her in the eye or be near her.  It was then that I realized that we had never kissed, not even once, during our passionate encounter.

An Original H M Tale