Marooned With A View

I've always had a hard time controlling myself. Although I like to consider myself a disciplined person, I don't have a track record to back it up. It's funny, because I can always see the right option when someone else comes to me for advice, as people often do, but in the moment I've had a long, long history of giving in to my base desires. That's probably a long way of saying: I'm a slave to my dick.

That's why I thought from day one that my niece's friend Jessica might be trouble. Slim and pretty, with smooth skin and pale blue eyes that held a playful twinkle. She was, in a word, gorgeous.

I realised as we were introduced, as I caught myself looking slightly overlong into those eyes, that Jess must have been accustomed to men staring when they first meet her, but then I also thought I caught a faint hint of interest from her, too. I'm a helpless flirt and though I wasn't sure if I was imagining things, that notion that we shared an instant chemistry kept me looking for her company over the next several days. Seduction always fascinated me and I have always loved the rush of that first spark of attraction. I think I will always be addicted to that feeling. And that was the feeling I picked up in the first five seconds my eyes ever rested on Jessica.

It was Christmas and I was with my in-laws, camping by a lake for the week. Evenings consisted of drinking and cards, and a lot of shit-stirring. It was a big family and the older nieces and nephews arrived and left as they wished, and Jessica came along with one such group. Her first night with us, we ended up sitting beside each other at the card table for quite a while. Our legs made contact subtly and I did nothing to get out of the way. She didn't either. There was a faint but growing electricity building between us. I beat her in one hand and turned triumphantly to gloat, and when our eyes met hers were laced with lust.

For me, that was the turning point. From then on, I was fighting a losing battle against my animal desires. I wanted to fuck this woman, and in my animal mind I clearly compartmentalised that desire away from the consequences. I was intelligent enough to know that it was something that could, and should, never happen, but I still wanted it. For the rest of our time camping, I started fantasising about fucking her when masturbating, and sometimes started spontaneously thinking about fucking her and then going to masturbate. But I was always good at keeping it to myself.

I watched with gritted teeth as she bounced around the place with the other teens in her bikini, infuriatingly wearing a wet, white tank top over it plastered to her firm body. I wanted so badly to touch her body, feel her beside me, bury my cock deep inside her. Whenever I showered I imagined eating her pussy and feeling her body tense as she came with my mouth on her clit. I wanted her to ride me, and to come inside her with her nipple shoved into my mouth, my finger in her arsehole. I thought these thoughts vividly and often, and never once behaved in any manner other than friendly. I wanted it, and absolutely revelled in her company, but never engaged in any untoward behaviour. I didn't even flirt with innuendo. It was preposterous fantasising, never going to happen.

All that changed -- drastically, suddenly, unexpectedly -- one evening on Facebook. We had been sending each other friendly messages for some time, and as she had only recently moved out of home I was planning to visit her to give her a spare computer I had and some things for her kitchen. I don't recall the exact sequence of messages but one evening there it was: she thought I was sexy. This was new territory and the two of us spent the next several days confessing every feeling for each other. I was married and she was in a relationship so that part meant all we could do was talk, but boy did we talk. She was incredible. Everything about her tastes and appetites turned me on and I would sit there just shaking my head wishing the situation was different. But things were the way they were, and so we agreed that talking was as far as we could go.

Months later, the in-laws had a camping weekend at a family property. This was a pretty frequent occurrence and I didn't often get a chance to go along. I couldn't attend this time either, so my wife and kids were going without me. But fate opened up a hole in my schedule and at the last minute I jumped in the car and headed down. On the way, I received a call on my mobile that changed everything.

It was my niece. She explained that Jess and her boyfriend were heading out to join the family for the weekend but their car had broken down on the way. I was about 30 minutes from where they had stopped; could I pick up Jess and bring her the rest of the way? I was stunned; I didn't even know she was coming. Of course I could pick her up, I replied.

I arrived to find a bored-looking couple sitting, depressed, in a car that needed a new radiator. To make matters worse it had started raining and they sat miserably huddled in a stifling car without air conditioning or the ability to wind down the windows. A tow truck was en route and Jess's boyfriend was going with it back to town to fix the car, so Jess was coming with me alone. She was flushed and quiet, with fire in her eyes. I knew exactly how she felt. I put her bag in my car and we got moving.

The tension was excruciating. We were always completely free with each other on the internet, and now in person we could hardly say a word. We were like a pair of virgins on a first date. I wanted to look at her but didn't want to make her uncomfortable. We both badly wanted to touch each other but not the consequences, and couldn't bring ourselves to break the ice. Finally I cracked.

"You look amazing," I said. "I'm sorry your car broke down but how fucking cool is this that we get to be alone together?"

She smiled widely and put her hand on my leg. "Very fucking cool," she said.

The conversation went easily from there. I loved making her laugh, and watching her when I could take my eyes off the road. I also loved the accentuation the seatbelt sash gave her breasts, which over time became nearly impossible to avoid looking at. She was wearing denim short shorts and a little singlet with a lacy bra beneath, and whenever she raised her hand to her hair I had a chance to glimpse the side of her breast through the gap in her sleeve. She never looked at me while I was doing it, though -- we were sitting close together in a little car, and facing each other and holding eye contact would have been a little much. It was one of those conversations where we took turns looking out the windscreen, and looking at each other. So I got plenty of looks at her tits, not to mention the shapely, milky-white thighs descending from her shorts. She really was delightful. Her perfume --a rather sublime oil, actually -- gradually diffused throughout the car and got my senses going. I've always been partial to feminine aromas and the sight, sound and scent of Jess had me aroused from right at the start of our trip. I nursed a semi-erection for almost the entire journey.

At the last little town on the highway before the turn-off to the family property, I needed to stop for fuel, a bite and a toilet break. We stopped at the service station and took care of business, running to and from the car through the now very heavy rain. It was as we left the service station that I realised I'd never actually driven to the property, despite having been there three or four times. Someone else had always driven, so I didn't actually know which turn to look for after we left the little town. I knew it was one turn on the right off the highway just a few kilometres ahead then a straight ten-minute drive to the gate. I just wasn't sure which of the many little dirt roads was the right one. I knew I'd recognise it if I was the passenger, but I also knew I had a history of failing to faithfully recreate such journeys. Not that a delay extending my time with Jess would be unwelcome, but I did want to actually arrive!

I explained this to Jess and decided to ring the in-laws to ask. I checked my phone -- but no coverage. Jess checked her phone, and frowned."Nothing on mine either. Oh well, think positive. We'll be there soon enough!"Having thus tempted fate, it was entirely predictable that she was dead wrong...

I took the wrong turn, of course. We drove past several and none of them looked right. In the end we just decided to take one and see how we went.

The rain was so heavy I couldn't really make out anything but the road ahead, and it took all my concentration to avoid some large pools of standing water, so it was some time before we realised the mistake. It should have been a ten minute drive but after fifteen we still hadn't seen anything familiar.

"Fuck, wrong road," I groaned. "We better turn around and go back to town. I'll see if I can ring them from the pub."

And then all our plans, such as they were, came unstuck. Rounding a bend, I hit a soft patch and was quickly mired. We were going slowly, but the car was buried in mud to the axles and I knew immediately my little four-cylinder front-wheel drive was firmly stuck. A quick effort to reverse confirmed this right away.

"Oh, fuck! That's it, we're stuck!" I said, with genuine dread. "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" There was no pretending otherwise, we were totally stranded -- lost, without any phone signal, bogged, and in the pouring rain. It was really hammering down now.

Jess looked worried. "What are we going to do?" she asked."We can't sit here all night!"

"It doesn't look like we've got a choice!" I replied grimly. There wasn't any flirting happening any more. We were both worried. "I'll have to wait for the rain to clear up to even get out and have a look."

"Fuuuuuuck," was all Jess said. We sat in silence for a few minutes. Then she started laughing.

"Well, the rain doesn't look like it's easing up," she said. "Maybe we'll float to the lake and find the camp that way!"

"Hey, there's a point," I said brightly, "we're dry and warm, and I'm sure everyone else is freezing and shitty in their tents! They can't have a fire going in this!"

"Well, might as well kill the engine and lights," said Jess,"we don't need a flat battery to boot."

Just before I killed the lights, she remarked, "look how fogged up the glass is already in here. It looks like we've been fucking! I wonder what they would think if he came looking for us and found us like this."She giggled a little.

"They'll come looking, but not until we've been missing a few hours. Besides, where the fuck are we? I don't think they'll find us. Anyone who knows this road won't be driving on it in this weather, either. Someone might drive past tomorrow and tow us out, and give us directions, but I would say we're on our own for the night."

"Shit, you're probably right," she said, looking out the window. "Shit."

We sat there for a while in silence --a sort of companionable, but heavy silence. After a while I turned on the radio. There was not much to choose from.

"Anything left to eat?" she asked. I raised my eyebrows."Not that, you dirty bastard!" she chided.

"We might have some M&Ms, but that's about it." So we ate them, and that was indeed about it. Jess reclined her seat to lay down and I watched.

"Getting comfy?" I asked. "Well, I suppose we'll be here a while." I put my seat back, too. "Hey, I have some movies on my laptop. Want to watch one?"

"Sure," she asked. "What have you got, apart from porn?"

"Not much, but then there is a lot of porn," I replied, grinning. She grinned too. "Here," I said, offering her the laptop.

She jumped through the folders of movies and chuckled."Shit, how much porn is there on here?" she asked. "You weren't kidding!"

I smiled. "No, I wasn't! Go on, pick a movie."

"Hey, what the hell is this?!" She sat upright and looked at me with delighted victory in her eyes. "Busted! What's this movie 'looks like Jess' all about? Huh?!" She was in heaven. And I knew why -- I'd found a video on the internet with a girl who looked like Jess and saved it for future reference. Before I could give her an answer, I could hear "my" Jess groaning on the laptop speakers and knew the real Jess was watching my afternoon delight.

She laughed delightedly and looked at me with adventurous eyes. "Explain your way out of that, then," she said, a little unsteadily. I heard her voice catch, and knew then that everything was mutual. I knew her heart was hammering like mine was, and I knew that we were going to fuck.

"Well, it's like this," I started. She raised her eyebrows."I was... fantasising about fucking you and searched for any porno I could find with someone in it who looks like you. That's the best one I could find."

"Oh," she said softly. "Fair enough," she said, recovering a little, "was the video to your liking?"

"Well, you've already started watching it," I said, "so tell me whether you think I did!"

Her eyes closed a little and it was obvious she'd just realised too that we were spiralling down the rabbit-hole. "Okay," she said. Her breathing was noticeably laboured now, and in the glow of the laptop screen I could see her neck and décolleté were flushed. I sat up myself and leaned over to watch the digital Jessica discover the cameraman's cock. I put my hand on the real Jess's knee and let it sit there. She didn't move, but bit her lip.

We had been very suddenly thrust on the other side of a line we'd stayed safely behind for the whole trip. We both knew there was no chance of being interrupted for the next several hours, and that nobody but us would ever know anything that happened in that car. We were going to fuck each other's brains out.

"Do you like that?" I whispered. She hesitated.

"Your hand on my knee, or sucking cock?" she asked.

"Both," I said.

"Yes." Her voice was a whisper now, too. Her scent was strong now, and I could see her chest heaving slightly as I gently took the laptop from her hands and put it on the dashboard. I put the video on full-screen mode and eased Jess back in her seat. She glanced at me, smiled, and as I leaned down to kiss her neck her eyes returned to the screen. My hand now stroked her thigh, and she moaned softly, leaning her neck into me slightly.

It was incredible. My entire body was on fire, my every nerve ending ready to explode. My cock was almost painfully hard now, the head straining beyond the top of my pants. I had had a slow stream of pre-cum for quite a while, with the constant low-level arousal of the journey, and that stream now rivalled the rain outside. I could feel my shirt sticking to my stomach. My mouth was softly sucking and kissing the delightful contours of her neck and upper shoulder as my hand began to stroke its way slowly up the outside of her thigh, heading for her hip. I felt her hand take hold of mine and thought "oh, here it is: she's putting a stop to things. Oh, shit, this is trouble!"

Instantly my mind raced ahead to the ramifications of the previous five minutes. Jess changing her mind left me in the moral low ground. I could see a future of awkwardness between us, likely from this moment on, and thought she would find this impossible to hide when we were eventually found. We'd be instantly exposed for our behaviour and my life as I knew it was about to come crashing down. I had a moment, even two, of abject horror.

Then I realised I was wrong. Quite wrong! Jess's hand brought mine to her mouth, and she softly, delicately drew in my index finger. My moan was completely involuntary -- I thought I was going to orgasm then and there. I have never experienced a sensation like it -- her mouth was simply incredible. She sensuously teased my finger with her lips, her tongue, the warmth and moisture of her mouth. I was transfixed, every fibre of my being screaming with anticipation of her mouth doing more important work.

On-screen Jess was still sucking off her boyfriend, but I knew from his commentary we were approaching the beginning of their fucking. I didn't want the oral demonstration to stop, but I also wanted to feel Jess's body, her tits, her pussy. I was torn between savouring the moment and wanting to throw my clothes off and fuck her right away. After so much time fantasising about this moment, I was utterly rapturous.

I whispered to Jess, "now that you've wet my finger, maybe I should put it to work."

She replied almost absently, "oh, sweetie, I didn't need to wet it for you." She relinquished my hand and I put it back on her thigh. This time I didn't dally with a slow stroking journey up the outside of her thighs. I wanted to feel her pussy, to get her panties off and thrust my fingers inside her. My hand therefore slid straight under her shorts, under her panties and found her extremely hot and wet pussy.

She stiffened and moaned, loudly, as my fingers collided with her clit. I was grinning like a madman. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, moaning again as my fingers deftly massaged her clit and drew firm circles around her entrance. She teased my fingers with her pelvic floor muscles, eliciting a moan from me in return, and unbuttoned her shorts, slipping them off with her panties and raising her knees to allow me unrestricted access to her. I began fucking her with my fingers, slowly at first, delighting in the feeling of her firm, soft vaginal walls and the unbelievable wetness. Her pussy juices were literally running out of her. I moaned again, unable to believe what was happening. Here was reality unfolding to be superior to the fantasy. She was incredible.

Her eyes opened at my moan. She smiled and looked across at me. "You like it?" she asked. I must have looked shell-shocked. "Oh, poor boy. I've been hogging all the attention, and I haven't helped you at all. Jesus Christ!" The last was a reaction to the sight of my cock straining into free air beyond my belt. "Oh, let me see that," she said, reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my slick glans, before then tasting them. "Mmm, wow," she said. "It's as big as I imagined, and delicious. It's your turn to sit back, baby."

She sat up, pushed me back and put my hand to my mouth."That's just an entree," she said heavily, "you've hinted enough times about how good you are with that tongue. You have to put your money where your mouth is, but not yet." I savoured my fingers; she tasted perfect and she watched the pleasure on my face with satisfaction and arousal.

She undid my belt and jeans, popped my fly and my cock sprung free, heavily coated in my own lubricant. Jess didn't hesitate and bent down to take me in her mouth, greedily swallowing half my length to the back of her throat. She moaned on my cock and I nearly came right away. It was, somehow, impossibly, more blissful than I had anticipated from the little sample my finger had enjoyed.

She took her time, then, I think because she sensed from my urgently turgid, throbbing cock that I was close to losing control.

"I think," she said, pausing her speech to bob her head down a dozen times on my cock, "that you will have to fuck me a few times before we are finished here. I hope this thing is ready for some work!"

"Oh -- oh, fuck -- no fear," was all I could muster as a reply. "You're gonna make me come," I told her. "Really soon."

She smiled widely. "In my mouth, baby," she whispered softly, "in my mouth. Let me taste you." And the conversation stopped abruptly as she expertly jerked her hand up and down along the base of my shaft, other hand gently squeezing my balls as her tongue swirled around the underside of my glans, driving me nearly insane with pleasure. She kept a mouthful of her saliva and my pre-cum as she did this, slurping noisily and moaning ever louder. It was obvious she was getting off on sucking my cock, that she was as enthusiastic and turned on by fellatio as I was about cunnilingus, and obvious that she was getting herself ever more aroused by bringing me to climax.