Road trip

We’re sitting in a whirlpool behind our motel room, somewhere along Route 1 in Big Sur.

“Thank you for teasing me this morning, Sir,” I say.

“You are very welcome,” Bear says.

I pause for a second, then say: “I feel a bit self-conscious when I tell you that I really wanted to stroke myself. Like I’m angling for attention.”

“I don’t see it as angling for attention,” Bear says. “I see it as you telling me your needs. And there’ll be times when I’m too tired or not in the mood. But when I can, I’m going to give it to you.”

“Thank you,” I say.

“You’re welcome,” he says.

Then he has me bend over the rim of the tub and after some jockeying with position and a chair for my arms, he lubes my ass and fucks me. I am soft through most of it and I love every minute.

After Bear comes with one last heavy thrust, I notice he brought lube, masturbation creme and Ben Gay on our trip. I am excited, and a little nervous.

Yay!(1)Meh(0)

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