What could go wrong when taking a road trip, alone, across the USA after a break up? Well, I can answer that for you.
Your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. That's what could happen. The universe is really out to get me, these days.
That is...
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May 27, 2022
"What's this," James asks, fresh out of the shower.
"Board game night," I gesture to the Sorry! board already set up. "What color?"
"Red." I set up his pieces and take the green pieces for myself.
At first the game starts off innocently. Very family friendly. But by the time James's third piece is in Home I have to switch up my game play.
The strap of my dress just happens to fall down my arm, revealing plenty of skin. It throws James off enough for me to get my first piece in Home and my second piece a few squares away.
"Cheater, cheater," he huffs, shaking his head when he finally catches on to my distractions.
"Not a cheater. Just using what my momma gave me to my advantage," I clarify, thinking of ways to up my game.
"Is it hot in here? Or is it just me," I fan myself with my hand. James doesn't answer, just smiles and shakes his head. "Dang I'm burning up," I say as I remove my dress completely, my lace bra and thong now completely visible.
"Elle," James warns, his jaw tense making it so much more defined. Thank god he shaved, because now I can admire the sight like I couldn't before. Now I really am hot...and bothered.
When it's my turn to go, I make sure to brush past his leg with my shoulder when I move my piece. His leg tenses under my touch.
After a few more turns, James is just one space from making his last piece in Home so I step it up once more.
I shift my legs and spread them wide open, allowing for a better view. I hear him grunt, slightly distracted again. I look up and bat my lashes innocently. His gaze hungered.
When I move my piece again, I get up so that my tits are visible when I lean over and brush past him.
When I sit back down across from him it seems I've more than distracted him. He shoves the game out of the way, forgotten, and crawls toward me. It's predatory and I am drenched just from the sight.
"James," I whimper. He doesn't respond. As he advances I lean back until I'm flat on the floor and he is over me. He thrusts his groin into my core, making me moan. I try to grab his shirt and tear it off but he stops me.
"You teased me. Now it's my turn," he growls as his hand slips into my underwear. "So wet for me," he groans as he pushes a finger into me.
