Worth The Trip

I hopped in the car to make the thirty-five mile trip to my girlfriend's house. Due to our schedules, we hadn't had much "play time". I get there, knock on the door, and her one daughter let me in. Both of her daughters had a friend over. The older one said, "Mom is upstairs Christmas shopping on the net." I walk in, and she is sitting there running her hand over her neck. She looks over at me and says, "I need laid, and I need laid now." I said, "You should have called. You could have just made the trip to my place where we'd be able to be alone." She said, "Well, let's just make it now." So, we walked back downstairs. She told the kids that we were heading out, and that we wouldn't be back for a while. She was on me as soon as we get into the car. I couldn't talk her into pulling over and just doing it in the car, though. That had to be the longest thirty-five miles I ever drove in my life. We finally made it to my apartment where we had sex multiple times. I was in heaven. When we were both finally satisfied, we cleaned up and headed back out. She had to be home to run the kids to school in the morning, or we would have definitely made a whole night of it. We stopped on the way home for ice cream. Luckily, we weren't questioned too much by her kids as to where we had gone.

— Antonio, 33