Life Escape Pt. 02

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Debra's mature, curvy, body gets used hard by this teenager.

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Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap...

The hum of the idling car is drowned out by my fidgeting fingers
tapping away on the steering wheel. John stretches his arms for the
third time in a minute while looking out the window for something to
watch. I adjust my skirt for the umpteenth time and feel my drenched
panties and damp skirt cling to my skin. We are going on minute seven
of this silent traffic jam on I-40 East. Any light that I could see on
the horizon is gone now. The black night sinks over the roads.

"So... You pick up a lot of hitchhikers?" John asks rubbing his arm.

I laugh, nervously, "Umm... no. You're my first- My first hitchhiker, I
mean." John laughs, picking at the crotch of his pants. I tongue the
roof of my mouth, eyeing the bulge pressed against his jeans, and watch
it flex every few moments. I shake my head free of the thoughts.

Calm down, you stupid bitch. Breathe. Just breathe. All you know is
that the cops are after him. You don't know what for.

"Is this incredibly awkward?" John blurts out, stretching his arms,
again.

"Kinda," I laugh, again. "Sorry, I've never really done this before- I"

"That's okay, me neither."

"Really?" This catches me by surprise. The shock in my voice makes him
more uncomfortable, I see.

"What?" He cocks his head at me with a smirk. "Do you think I'm a
serial-finger-banging-hitchhiker?"

I giggle and feel the color flush to my cheek at the mention of finger
banging. It has been over a decade since I have been finger fucked like
that. Most men shy away from the little details of foreplay. They go
through the motions, like a morning checklist.

Rub clitoris 3 to 5 times.

Insert finger into vagina.

Insert finger harder into vagina.

Repeat until you think you can convince her into letting you stick your
dick in.

Put dick in.

But John does more than bide his time when he makes me cum with his
hands. He feels like a musician plucking the strings one at a time,
reading my moans and writhing body like a sheet of music. I find myself
biting my lip as I raise and lower my hips to this lovely memory.

Look at me, acting like a fucking 14 year old slut, getting wet over
the bad boy. This isn't a game, you know it's not. Everything's
changed. I'm not a child, I'm 41 years old. He could be a drug dealer,
a robber, rapist- jesus Christ, he basically just raped me!

My heart is a beating drum sending vibrations up my throat. My palms
sweaty around the wheel as I slowly merge into a single lane of
construction. "So what made you leave town?" I ask with more concern in
my voice than interest. "-Made you want to leave?" I try to soften my
accusation.

John's playful demeanor turns to stone as his back stiffens and his
hand unconsciously moves to his pocket, checking for his phone. I
pretend to not notice him panic as he realizes his cell isn't in his
pocket. After mistaking his phone for mine-

And realizing I'm helping a wanted fugitive escape...

-I tossed his phone into a cup holder near where I found it, before he
had a chance to notice. John finds his phone fast and snatches it hard,
aggressive like.

"Nothing," John says checking his phone. "You just- I don't know... You
feel trapped sometimes. Cornered, you know?"

Nope, cause I'm not a fucking psychopath being hunted by the police.

"Yeah," I say. "I know exactly what you mean." John looks up at the
acknowledgement with a feeling of relief. Like I gave him a gift with
my agreeable remarks. He swipes his screen and I see several more text
messages have come in in the past minutes. Between trading glances with
the road and his phone I notice his hand- his right hand. His knuckles
are bruised, red, and cut. The injuries are extensive like he just beat
someone to death.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god, Debra! He fucking killed
someone! I have to get away from him! I'm going to die!

"Um, are you okay?" John is staring me. He sees my hands white knuckled
on the steering wheel along with my nervous expression.

I'm going to die. I'm going to dieimgoingtodie. Fuckn' a, Debra.

"I'm fine, I- Sorry," I stutter. "Just want to get out of this
traffic."

As if God is listening, I see the traffic ahead open back to multiple
lanes and I speed up. I find the nearest rest stop minutes later. I try
not to appear suspicious, but I can't help but to keep stealing looks
at his bruised hand as it hangs over his pack between his legs.

What if he has a gun? What if I tell him to get out and he points it at
me? Fucking hating your fucking fuck family isn't worth this! You're
going to die and mom is still going to have the last god damn fucking
laugh!

I drive into the rest stop and slow my breathing as I hold still,
waiting to see what John will do.

Maybe I can run. I should just run.

I park in front of the door waiting for a gun blast or my moment of
escape. John turns to me, "I'ma use the bathroom, is it alright if I
leave my bag here?" He asks with a smile.

"Mmk- okay," I sputter with my hands in my lap. He exits the car and
from the corner of my eye, I see him grab an object from his bag. It is
a black blur as he puts it in his back waist band and walks away. I
know it's a gun without having seen it just by the look on his face
before he turns away. His brown eyes stare through me as his full lips
curve a mischievous smile. I watch him walk away and leave sight,
before putting my car in reverse.

I speed backwards out of the parking spot and put it in drive, ready to
get back on the interstate. I know I need to go, I know I should leave,
I know I need to leave, but...but...

I don't want to.

I live with a balloon in the base of my throat and over the years,
every year, I feel it get filled fuller and fuller by life. Till I
can't breathe, I can't hardly swallow, or live. I am a middle aged
woman, forgotten in life, being sunk further to the bottom of the world
by this weight in my chest. And it took him seconds to drain that
weight from me. John's lips kissing my neck, sucking my tattoo, and his
fingers buried inside me... It is more than a good fucking- it is that
connection. That feeling... I want to chase it.

HONK!

A short honk comes from the line of cars waiting behind me. It wakes me
from my thoughts. My palms are sweaty, my heart is racing, and my face
is hot with red as I slowly pull back into the parking spot. Having not
moved at all, I feel like I'm in a completely alien place. For once in
my 41 years of life, I'm doing what I should not. My right hand on my
chest, cupping my breast, the thuds of my heart resonate through my
chest. I see John leave the rest stop and walk towards me. I caress my
left breast, slowly squeezing and lifting it, as he comes closer.
Watching him enter the shadows and walk through the light again.
Watching the danger come nearer. I see for the first time a tattoo on
his right triceps snaking down to his elbow. Something jagged and
tribal. My fingers finds my hard nipple through my tight shirt and
circles it. Pinching it. I gasp.

John opens the door, "Drive around back, let me show you something."

I exhale through my trembling lips as I go in reverse then forward. I
drive slowly around back until we are surrounded by tractor trailers.
My thoughts out of control. He points me to the back corner of the lot
where a trailer sits abandoned without a cab. It is a dark corner that
is barely touched by a distant street lamp.

You're so fucking stupid. You dumb fucking slut! He's going to kill
you. He's going to kill you!

But I park near the trailer and shut the engine off. John gets out of
the car and disappears into the darkness as he walks around the car. I
can't control my heart, my breath, the tremor in hands- nothing. I want
to scream, I want to run, but, god, I want...

He opens my door and takes me by the hand, guiding me out of the car as
if this was a limousine and we were at a ball. He towers over me with
the moonlight behind him, highlighting his figure but hiding his
expression from me. I feel the cool night breeze on my face and blink
slowly. I know he is in control. His left hand moves to my face,
cupping my cheek as he kisses me hard. Our lips press together wetly
and I feel his tongue slide against mine as his warm face nuzzles mine.
He presses my back against the SUV and I don't realize how hard I'm
breathing until I have to break the kiss for a moment to gasp as I look
up at the stars. He seizes the moment, kissing down my neck, sucking on
the exposed skin on my shoulders, licking down into my cleavage.

I lean back on the outside of my car door. My right hand intertwines in
his hair, holding his lips tight to my neckline as my chest heaves with
every erratic pant. His hand squeezing and mashing a handful of my left
plump breast through the thin shirt. I feel them bounce and pull at my
tight white blouse with every twist, begging to be freed.

My leg lifts wrapping around his waist when he starts to grind his
hard, restrained, member against my clothed sex. My delicate left hand
still held in his right, I feel him guide me to his crotch. He undoes
his jeans and I feel his hard, young, cock stand tall through his
boxers as he pulls my hand around it.

"Oh yess, baby," I whisper into his ear, kissing and sucking at his
neck. Trying to stay quiet, I rub his shaft through his boxers several
times before I can't take it anymore. The calm sounds of the forest
behind us coupled with the low hum of truck engines far away are the
only sounds in the air.

I push my hand inside his underwear. His pulsing dick flexes hard in my
tiny hand and I feel a drip run down my inner thigh. My pussy lips
quivering. I jerk him, squeezing from the base to the head of his cock
and back down, tugging on him till he grunts into my ample cleavage. My
pale skin shining in the moon light as my huge tits are on the verge of
spilling out of my shirt and bra.

Goddammit, he's so fucking hard! He's too young for you, Debra. You
shouldn't-

I lick my lips imagining rolling my tongue along the base of his 20
year old cock. Picturing him holding my head down on his shaft as he
cums on the back of my throat and I look up at him, swallowing.

Fuckn' mother fucker, I'm such a goddamn slut.

I move to lower myself to my knees, moaning eagerly through closed
lips. To finally taste what I need and feel him flex in my mouth.

Oh fuck-

I feel hands on my shoulders and spin, catching myself with my hands on
the glass window of my car. I look back and feel John's hands on my
shoulders as his hard cock pokes my ass cheek through my skirt. His
hands are warm rubbing down my spine. I feel the warmth wrap around my
tits dangling under me. They're restrained by my cream colored bra and
disheveled button up shirt. I push on the glass grinding my fat ass
into his hard cock, back and forth as I arch my back. His hands cupping
both my tits are squeeeezing...

"Mmm fuck me..." I gasp turning my head. His lips kiss mine hard,
biting my lower lip as he pulls away. My ass in the air, I feel him
lift my skirt tossing the back over my hips. My legs spread like a
whore, I feel his left hand travel down my love handle holding my hips
in place. His right hand peals my panties to the side to see me oozing
for him. My ass cheeks tremble as I think I may cum just from his
touch. His strong fingers make wide circles on my dripping hairy pussy
lips.

"Oohh- Ohhh godd!" I grunt. My knees giving out some as I press back on
his hand. "Oh fuck- fuck me." His fingers circle my lips again and
again, and the waves hitting my head get stronger while my moans carry
in the parking lot. His fingers loop down roaming over my clit,
grinding back the hood as he brushes on it. "Jesus fucking Christ,
yes!" I moan out of control.

His hand retreats quickly, and I stand to protest, but I feel him grab
the back of my neck pushing me forward. I nearly go into the glass if I
don't grab the top of the car. I feel the thick, hard, head of this
young man's cock slide between my pussy lips, grinding up till it finds
my hole. Slowly stuffing inside my pussy. I groan like an old hooker,
gripping the corner of my vehicle. He slowly pushes inside me as my
pussy swallows him whole. I clench drowning his cock as he stuffs me.

"Oh, John!" I scream, biting my shoulder to shut my mouth. "Mmmmm-"

His left holds my neck, his right squeezes my love handle as I feel him
pull out to the tip before slamming back inside me. My elbows- my knees
all nearly collapse on me as I feel this young stud fuck me from
behind. He jerks me back, pounding my pussy in a slow steady fuck that
makes me ache.

Each thrust harder than the next. I look down at the ground as I try to
focus on breathing. My brown and blonde highlighted hair drowning me, I
flick my hair up out of my face and look back at John. I hear him groan
at the sight of me, and I feel his hands grab a handful of my hair. He
holds it tight to my scalp pulling my head back as he fucks my dripping
cunt. I see the outline of his hard pecs and thick biceps straining his
t shirt as fucks me.

"Yes! Fuck me, fuck- baby," I groan. "Don't fuck- don't stop..." I feel
used as he picks up the pace fucking me faster. I feel slutty for the
first time in my life and I love it. My head jerking back with every
pull on my hair feels like a massage on my scalp as my pussy tightens
and loosens out of my control. I feel this old pussy getting pounded by
my bad boy and am dripping.

"Ohhh! Jesus..." I yelp. My knees giving out.

He grabs my hips hard with both hands, holding me up. His cock hard as
metal, fucking me faster and faster. My tits bouncing together in my
bra and nearly hitting me in the chin as they inch closer to bursting
out with every rough thrust.

Oh god, I can't take it. I can't- oh god. I'm going to fucking cum on
this kids- oh god!

My hair hanging to one side I inhale a shaky breath and hold it as he
fucks me.

Pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-

The only sound I hear are John's balls smacking my thighs as the
pressure builds.

"Oh...Oh G-" I try to breathe.

Pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-

"Oh God!" I scream. "Fuck me harder- I'm cumming! I'm-"

My ass cheeks tremble as I grind pussy roughly into John's hips. His
thrusts become erratic, rough, and fast as I clench on him.

His cock thrusting inside my hairy twat as I gush down my thighs.

"Oh baby! Yes, yes! Fuck me!" I yell. My pussy pulsating on his hard
cock.

John's right squeezes on my left tit and I feel him fuck me so deep I
lose myself in his arms. His young hands everywhere on my body. My eyes
closed as I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. With a final
thrust he groans into my back, "fuck yes, baby!" He pulls his throbbing
shaft from my pussy and squeezes me tight as I feel his hot strings of
cum shoot on my ass cheek. I reach back trying to hold him to tight me
as I hold onto that moment.

The moment hangs between us for several moments. My head and hand
resting the car window, John's body spooning mine. We hold on to it for
as long as we can. Both panting. John moves first, standing straight
and pulling up his pants. I follow suit, adjusting my already ruined
panties so they soak up John's semen on my ass before flipping my skirt
down. I lean back on the car slowly adjusting myself as if just waking
from a long sleep.

It doesn't...

My head is still floating as I pull my shirt down over my love handle
and say, "-even matter what you did, anymore."

"What?" John asks.

Dumb cunt.

"Nothing," I say, my head swimming.

"What I did?" He asks.

Maybe it is all the endorphins from sex, but I have more trust with him
now. I hesitate while looking at his dark outline. He stands beside the
car allowing the moonlight to highlight half his face.

"I uhh..." I bite my lip already regretting saying what I haven't said
yet. "I picked your phone up by accident in the car, I'm sorry. I
really am. But the unlock screen showed a text from your Dad...
Something about calling the cops..."

I can't make out much of an expression, but I can see and feel his
anger. He shakes his head looking down. I follow his gaze and see him
clench his fist beside his waist.

He's going to fucking murder you now. Good luck, you dumb bitch.

A bit of panic rise up inside my chest, "look, you don't have to worry
about me, whatever you did. Robbing, or whatever. I just want to hold
on to what we-"

"Can't even fucking get away from it!" John shouts at himself. He walks
over to the abandoned box trailer and punches it making a loud bang.

I freeze thinking I'm next, "I'm sorry. I didn't- it was stupid-"

"No, it's not," John said turning back to me. "It's just- ...I'm
sorry." He rubs his forehead with one hand looking away. "I just- this
is not me. None of this. I'm just sick of thinking. I want to not think
about anything. I want to- to- to..."

Escape.

"Leave this place," John finish. "Escape, forget all this fucking
bullshit, and I can't even fucking do that right."

I stand still and in a daze of what he wants me to say or do. "I'm sure
whatever you did isn't that bad, it can be taken care of..."

John laughs to himself shaking his head while walking in a circle,
"What I did. I didn't do anything. Least nothing that you'd give a damn
about." He walks quickly over to me, tapping his chest, "you want to
know what I did? I ran away. Hilarious, right? 19 fucking years old and
mom n' dad are making a runaway reports with the cops."

Relief that John isn't a murderer washes over me while, admittedly,
some disappointment does, as well. Suddenly my rebellious parking lot
fuck, has the edge taken off of it. He sees my face as I cross my arms.

"Oh, you know what else?" John continues, "this shit isn't me either."
He points to us and to the outdoors. "I'm not this fucking frat/player
guy who fingers hot cougars while driving. I'm fucking boring. I don't
fuck girls in public. I- I fucking went to the bathroom so I could use
my inhaler and pep-talk myself into banging you out here just because I
knew you were expecting it!" John pulls a black pouch from his back
pocket and throws it to the ground.

Alright, admit it. You're really fucking disappointed now.

In a weird twisted since, I feel lied to even though he really said
nothing to me.

The entire time I've seen John I've acted like a submissive slut for a
controlling daddy dom bad boy. But, really, he was just playing a role
for me, too.

John paces mumbling to himself for a minute, staring down at the
darkness. "Whatever, I'll walk from here," John says. He picks up his
inhaler and grabs his pack from the car, throwing it over his shoulder.
He starts walking towards the building.

"I've never been finger banged," I blurt out loudly and quickly speak
softer, "while driving..." John stops, turning around to see me. "Or
have done...anything like this before. Hell, I've never even picked up
a hitchhiker before." He walks towards me as I walk to him, not sure of
what to say. "I uh... No one's called the police on me for missing-
least I don't think so, mostly because everyone who knows me knows I'm
so boring and predictable that I'll always come home."

We stand close to each other, John with his hands stuffed in his pocket
and me with my arms crossed. Neither of us looking at another as we
fidget. "I'm..." I continue, "I was going to leave while you were in
the bathroom. Because this is crazy," I laugh to myself and feel the
dryness of my mouth. "I still think this is crazy, but I- I couldn't
leave because something in that car, I could breathe. For the first
time in a long time I felt like I could breathe. I mean you're
ridiculously young, but you gave me an escape, I don't know..." I shake
my head and cover my face feeling my cheeks blush.

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Good job, Deb. Why don't you tell him your first period story, too.

"...Ridiculously young?" John repeated after a moment. "Come on, at
least I gave you, 'hot cougar,' you could at least give me something
better... young stud muffin?"

I look up from my hand smiling. In the moonlight I can see the corner
of his grin as he hugs me and I laugh into his chest some. In the
sobering moment, my mind circles Ashley, my kid sister, like a shark. I
feel the rage and angst in the back of my throat as the memories from
tonight's earlier dinner rise from the settled dust.

I should feel happy, I know I should. She did nothing wrong. Besides
fucking getting married. And yet, every bit of me is wishing for
everything to go terribly wrong. Would it be so bad if Mom died, right
now? Would anyone besides Ashley even care if I died right now?

I sniff and realize my eyes are tearing and dripping into John's shirt
as he holds me. He lets go to look to see if I'm alright and I dab my
eyes. "Ugh... Like ten minutes ago, I didn't give a shit about
anything," I say trying to stop the tears before they start.

"Sorry I ruined it with all my talking," John said rubbing my back.

"Heh, it's okay."

"Think we'll be able to get it back?"

"Haha, I doubt it," I laugh still trying to dry my eyes. "Hard to come
back from my crying spells. I'm going to use the restroom real quick,
okay?"

"Sure," he says as I walk off. "Let me know if you need my inhaler!" He
mocks.

I focus on breathing as I go inside, trying to keep from going into
full blown cry mode. I walk into the empty women's room and wash my
hands. Sniffling and wiping the corners of my eyes, I focus on my
reality.

I can't run away. You know how this all ends anyways. You going back
home, going to church in the morning, and getting up for work on
Monday.

I sigh, wanting to cry more, now, facing the reality. I look at my
watch and see how late it is and try to remember the last time I was
out of the house this late.

I made my life what it is today, I just need to accept it. I've got
more than most, why can't I just be happy with what I've got?

I stare in the mirror and let out a deep sigh, again, realizing it's
time to give up this foolish escape. My family would expect me in
church in the morning and that was only hours away. I hear the door
open and see John in the mirror. I turn and he looks at the empty
stalls then to me.

"John, what-" I start. He drops his backpack to the floor and walks
towards me. His hands hold on either side of my hips as his lips meet
mine. My head retreats in shock, but I feel his hands travel up my
ribs. His right sliding down and into my shirt, I feel his warm palm
rub up the small of my back. I move forward. Wrapping my arms around
his neck as I kiss him, my tongue rolling around his as I taste his
lips and feel his hard shoulders flex as he pulls me to him.

My right hand raking through his hair as my left cups his cheek and I
kiss him wildly, running my tongue along his lower lip. His hand finds
the latch on my bra as I feel it go loose and my mature tits hang free
in my blouse. I breathe into John as I feel his left hand travel up my
front, rubbing up my chest. He circles my right breast through my shirt
and I feel my plump tit lift and my nipple harden as he squeezes on it,
massaging me. My hands moves to the buttons on my blouse just as his
do. In a straining, fast motion my shirt bursts open and my bra falls
between us.

His hard palms rub up my chubby love handles as he cups under my
sensitive breasts, lifting and mashing them together. He breaks the
kiss, stealing a stern look in my eyes before lowering. I look down and
see this boy's lips wrap around my right nipple and feel my pussy stir,
again. His young face almost disappears under my breast as he licks and
sucks at the sensitive skin below my nipple. His tongue licking up my
hard nipple circling it before his lips wrap around it sucking on my
mature fucking nipple so hard I groan. My right hand unconsciously
grabbing the back of his head and holding his lips on my nipple as he
bites and sucks on my pink nipple.

His right hand slides up my inner thigh warming and sending a shiver
down my spine. He pulls down my still wet panties to the floor as he
switches nipples, I allow him. Feeding my left nipple to him and
holding his mouth there as his hot, wet, tongue vibrates on my nipple,
flicking it up and down. My toes curl, "Mmmyessss," I gasp.

His left hand rubs my other nipple, pulling and twisting on it as he
sucks my plump breast dry. I feel his right fingers sliiide between my
wet pussy lips. By now they are raw and exhausted from having been
fucked so hard, but still they react. Soaking John's fingers as he
teases gentle circles from my bulging clit to my anus and back. Over
and over.

I grab his shirt and pull him to his feet. His hand stays on my clit.
His fingers making hard and small circles on my clit as I start to
heave, groaning as I feel my thighs tremble. My fat ass resting on the
long bathroom sink.

"Yes-" My voice squeals as I kiss him. My eye brows high as I moan into
his kiss. His fingers grinding faster on my clit. My hands move to his
belt as he bends over to taste my pink nipple. Viciously, I rip it
open, unzipping his pants and pulling his hard cock from it. I hear the
juices on my pussy lips flick back and forth as he circles my clit so
fast- my arm wraps around his tall shoulders to hold myself up as I
lose myself.

"You're gonna-" I gasp for air. Unable to think. "I'm gunna- fuc-
don't..." my thighs jittering as I shake uncontrollably. My tits
bouncing against his clean cut face.

Holy fuck, yes!

He spanks my dripping pussy and clit several times fast and I explode,
"Ohmygod!" My nails digging into his shoulder, my pussy gushing on his
hand. I feel his teeth lock down on my nipple. His drenched fingers
grind faster on my clit as I fall back on the sink exploding.
"Yesyesyesyes yes!!" My voice echoing in the bathroom as I drip a mess
on the floor.

I open my eyes having not known that I closed them and see John taking
off his shirt. His upper body is as hard as his cock that rubs against
my inner thigh. My hand rubs over the hairs on his chest as I feel the
curve of his pecs. I follow my eyes down and see his hand stroking his
cock as he stares at me. Sweaty, panting, and my shirt hanging open, my
nipples point up towards him as my fat tits hang to the side. He grabs
my ass lifting me onto the edge of the countertop.

With my pale thick thighs spread wide, he rests his shaft down on my
drenched pussy lips. I look down holding my breath as I feel his hard
veiny cock grind between my lips upppp and downnn.

"Oohhh," I moan. I watch his thick head disappear inside my pussy. "Oh
my god, baby, yes, yes... do it for me..." I feel him burry deep inside
me as his bare hard cock fucks me, his balls pressing into me. My head
resting on the dirty, stained mirror, he pulls out and thrusts back in
as he humps me. "Fuck me, fuck me," I look him in the eyes as his face
hovers inches above mine.

His thick cock spreading my pink, aching lips with every thrust down
into me. My hands grab ahold of his arm and back as I feel his muscles
flex and spasm he fucks my brains out, penetrating me deeper.

"Shit-oh shit..." I groan as the soreness of my old pussy mixes with
the ecstasy as he prods my g-spot again and again, "Oh! Fucking shit,
baby, yesssss..." I growl as he kisses me.

He stands tall getting a better angle on me as his hands hold under my
knees lifting my knees into the air. The pressure from his thrust is
too much for me to bear as he holds me down on the sink. Fucking my
juicy cunt. "Ohhh ahhh fuckk ohhh godddd!" My tits bouncing up and down
with every hard thrust. My full breasts clapping together as they
jiggle. I see him staring at them and feel him flex harder inside me.

His right hand grabbing my left tit squeezing it as he fucks me. I feel
my old pussy drowning his cock. "Mmm, mmm, Mmm!" I groan. "Oh my god,
I'm so close, I- I- Oh my god!"

"Oh my god!" Another voice came from the door way.

John stopped thrusting. His thick cock buried balls deep into my old
pussy. We both look and see an older woman and an old man, clutching
her at her side. The poor old woman covers her mouth in shock. The
moment passes in silence, each party wait for the other to make the
first move. The old man with the fanny pack goes for it.

"Come on, Janet, let's get out of here," he says turning her around
like cattle. As they leave the room he turns back with a spiteful look
in his eyes. "You should be ashamed of yourselves!"

As soon as the door closes John exhales, looking to me with a smile of
relief. He falls onto my chest laughing some as he cups my cheek.

"That's another first," I laugh shaking my head.

"Yeah," he says, "I think I could've done without that one."

I giggle like a little girl, "I don't know, it kind of made it more
exciting." I wink at him as I pull his mouth to mine. He kisses me
deeply and instantly my hips start to move on his cock.

He pulls back, "maybe we shouldn't."

I wrap my legs around him sitting up, "come on..." I kiss him again,
harder. Moaning into him with my eyes closed, I feel his soft cock grow
instantly inside me. He slowly starts penetrating me and I feel my
pussy grip onto him as he tongues the roof of my mouth.

He breaks the kiss, again. Shaking his thoughts clear. "Later," he
smiles. "A different place, anywhere." He winks at me, "you can finish
what I started." He pulls out of me and I growl in protest, needing him
inside me now. He slowly dresses, pulling on his pants and shirt with
heavy distractions from me. I attack him like a horny 18 year old girl.
Kissing him hard against the wall while he puts on his shirt. Stroking
his fat cock as he pulls on his pants. He groans at my touch, batting
me off like a fly, laughing.

I button my shirt as we stumble out of the bathroom. "Oh my god," I
laugh putting my hand on John's arm. "I lost like three buttons." John
looks down at my shirt and sees my tits bursting out of my shirt.

"Maybe you shouldn't have gone in beast mode when you ripped your shirt
off," John toys with a smile. He adjusts his bag on his shoulder.

"Umm... fuck you," I push his arm making him laugh. "I'm almost
positive you were the one in 'beast mode.'" We walk outside laughing as
I hang on his arm. I see a motor home parked near my SUV with the woman
from the bathroom standing out front. She was speaking to a Tennessee
Highway Patrolman through the window. I watch her finger point towards
the building as she speaks and start to feel the panic of life rise in
my throat, again. I instinctually pull John's arm as I hide behind a
welcome sign. John is froze. His eyes glossing over.

"Fuck," John says to himself. "Fuck... Fuck!" I see his panic rising
faster than mine. I forget that the police are looking for him. That
unlike me, he has people actively looking to drag him back into
whatever drama caused him to run.

"It's okay," I say. I put a hand on his chest.

"Fuck," he says with fear and anger in his voice. He holds his head
with both hands. "Fuck. It's not- I can't. I'm not going back."

I look behind us and see another police car pull up at the front
entrance. I feel John tense as he starts to back away. Like a child
running from danger.

I grab his hand and pull, "Come on," I whisper. We run around the
nearest tractor trailer, sticking to the shadows. We sprint across the
open parking lot and beeline for the woods. Running through the long
grass, I hear the cracking of tires on gravel come closer. I glance
behind and see the police car stop behind us. John grips his backpack
with one hand and guides me with the other as we go deeper into the
dark woods. Together.

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