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Dec. 16th, 2023 at 5:56 PM
[Racing down the interstate as fast as they fucking can, Johnnie tugs Chrissy closer and ducks low over his bike. They're streamlined now, they'll pick up just a little bit more speed, and then they can outride this giant evil fucking wasp for sure -
His eyes blink slowly against the light in the room, and then he frowns and lifts his pillow from under his head and flings it at the alarm clock on the bedside table. That shouldn't work, except that it falls off the table and unplugs in the process, leaving the room blissfully silent.
And now he doesn't have a pillow. Shit.]
Ugh. Hey, you up?
[Like Chrissy could sleep through that.
Soon enough though, he rolls on out of bed, gets the water going, tugs fresh clean clothing out of his bag, then checks on that shower. Yep, nice and hot. Time to get clean and ready for the day.]
Whatcha think? Wanna check out the cafe for breakfast? Maybe we can make 'em do some eggs an' pancakes even though they're gonna say it's dinner only now. I hate when places do that, it's such fuckin' bullshit.
His eyes blink slowly against the light in the room, and then he frowns and lifts his pillow from under his head and flings it at the alarm clock on the bedside table. That shouldn't work, except that it falls off the table and unplugs in the process, leaving the room blissfully silent.
And now he doesn't have a pillow. Shit.]
Ugh. Hey, you up?
[Like Chrissy could sleep through that.
Soon enough though, he rolls on out of bed, gets the water going, tugs fresh clean clothing out of his bag, then checks on that shower. Yep, nice and hot. Time to get clean and ready for the day.]
Whatcha think? Wanna check out the cafe for breakfast? Maybe we can make 'em do some eggs an' pancakes even though they're gonna say it's dinner only now. I hate when places do that, it's such fuckin' bullshit.
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Earthquakes maybe? Or a giant alien lizard.
[She laughs, glancing up at him with her nose all scrunched up in her amusement.
As nice as holding his hand is, she really wants to be in his arms. So she wedges herself between the barrier and him, and guides one arm up around her waist and then the other. Nuzzling back against him makes her sigh contently, and she's finally able to look out with a sense of peace and curiosity.]
It's so much bigger than I thought it'd be. It's a long way down to the bottom.
He pulls one hand away from her to tug that older map out of his back pocket, and unfolds it in front of the both of them so they can look at it together.]
So, unlike the other one, here's where this one shows routes goin' down. One's close to us here, out to this Skeleton Point, then down even farther. Suppose it's named that 'cause someone found a skeleton there once?
[Makes sense to him. And it's not that much of a stretch to picture idiots trying to get all the way down, or maybe all the way back up after going down, and dying in the process. This is a big, dry, empty place for bones to bleach under the sun. The occasional big black bird even flies by on the wind, and he has to figure, out here, that must be a vulture just waiting for any one of them to take a wrong step.]
[But surely they'll be fine and not turn to skeletons there. They're already dead, so it's fine. There's no way they'll die and vultures will come swoop in and eat their flesh. Nope.
Her finger trails along the path, and she realizes it's probably the most convenient way down. It may not be easy, but it's doable. They can do anything when they put their minds to it.]
There's also this path down here.
[She taps at one further down, labeled Death Drop Peak. Maybe the old man named these himself, because they're all pretty dramatic names.]
But maybe that one's not as safe, if it has death in the name.
[He looks from the map back out to the canyon, trying to lay the hand-drawn dashed lines of the map over the real terrain in front of them.]
I think the Skeleton Point one might be that there, see? Like it follows that ridge out, then drops down. Really ain't an easy way down there though, huh? Unless you start way upriver an' follow it down, maybe.
[And sure, they could do that, but it would mean hours of driving, and anyway he loves the idea of scaling up and down these steep canyon walls. It won't be easy, but it'll be so fucking cool to say they did it.]
C'mon, you wanna leave the car here for a bit an' walk over that way? Let's see if we can find where that trail starts, if that's what it even is. An' then we'll know for tomorrow.
Wait! We need to get a picture first! It's important.
[That's her cue to run back to the car and get out her polaroid camera, and jog back over to him. It's passed off to him on account of his being slightly taller and having longer arms. They're all smiles for the first picture, and she insists on a second of them kissing with the Grand Canyon in the background. It's one that will be good enough to be framed, she's sure of it.]
Good call, baby girl. Here, bring that camera with us, you wanna put it in my backpack?
[That way she can just tell him to stop when she wants to get it out. He covers the short distance to the car to grab that backpack, figuring it's easy enough to tote along anyway, and lets her stash it before carrying on toward wherever this trailhead might be.
There's already a well-used trail here, too - not yet at the point where the map shows, but one that covers the entire rim of the canyon, for people who want to see it on foot rather than just driving past.
Right around where he thinks maybe their old path branches off, he starts looking for any kinds of signs of old use, but man, this is not going to be a well-traveled trail and he's not sure there's much point looking for anything more than basic opportunities to make their own way down.]
Whatcha think, was he just tryin' to fuck with us? How're we supposed to find some trail one guy used once upon a time?
[More and more he's thinking it would be more fun right now to go somewhere with a view and just the two of them so she can live her fuck-the-cool-sunglasses-guy dreams. He knows she's having them.]
His only cue that's on her mind is the way she's nibbling at her lower lip as she glances up at him with her bedroom eyes. She has to shake that off though, because there's people all over the place out here. She has to focus on the trails. She totally can do that.]
I'm not sure. I think we should just try heading down that way and see what happens. It's probably going to be dangerous, but we laugh in the face of danger, right? I don't think that old guy was messing with us. I think he believes it's real. And there has to be a reason why.
[But he stops, turns, and sees that look she's wearing, then chuckles as he settles his hands on her hips and leans in for a kiss that lasts longer than it needs to.]
Rope's back at the campsite, we can always make a way down with that. Let's just go see what we find, an' keep our eyes open for an easy way to get down even lower the next time, how about that?
["See what we find" currently as a secret code for wandering off trail. But where can they go here that's not incredibly open and exposed? The only trees are scrubby little things, and while the canyon walls themselves might provide some cover if someone doesn't look directly down, he can only bet that in a place like this one, sound must carry a long way.
So, actually...]
Nah, wait, better idea. Change of plan. Lemme look at the new map, the current one. Maybe there's somewhere we can just hang out for a while. The kinda place hanging out don't need pants on.
[She blurts out, excited and sounding oh so relieved at the fact he wants to get his pants off. If they need to wander off trail a little, she can do that. It's fine. Everything up here at the top of the canyon seems pretty open for the most part, but surely there's some nice rocks to hide behind or something.
The new map is folded and tucked into her pocket, and she pulls it out to unfold it all the way. It's definitely not marked with any great places to hang out without pants, so she shrugs and toes at the dirt while he looks it over.]
It's not like we need total privacy, right? Just enough that we probably won't get caught and interrupted.
[Because here, right here, there aren't many options. Not unless they want to go off bushwhacking across the road, and that sounds pretty un-sexy. Oh, sure, they'd manage to have fun anyway because it's what they do. But better is to go back to the car, find somewhere remote to drive it, put the top up, use that as their cover. He's a cool sunglasses guy, the car is a perfect prop for that mode.
And it's not very far. They didn't manage to get much distance from it before turning around, so it's all of a couple minutes back, with him already starting to get hard just thinking about this whole ridiculous scenario. Fuck, man, if his dick would stop acting like a teenager sometimes -
Except, that's the fun part, isn't it?
Laughing, he hops back into the driver's seat and starts off down the road, going wherever the fuck the road takes him until it splits. A sign points down a side road away from the canyon, only several of the words on that sign have been painted over, and now the only thing left on it just says "Abyss". And that should probably suggest they shouldn't go that way, but in his mind right now that's exactly the reason they should go. Nobody else is.]
Bet it's just some fuckin' crack in the ground out here, overdramatic fuckin' name. I just wanna find somewhere to park that don't have twenty people goin' by every minute, then see what fun we can have in the car here. You wanna put the top up for me, baby girl? An' then get your top off?
It's easy for her to do, and it takes no time for it to be secured in place. She's already taking off her own top on her way to duck back into the car, tossing the neon pink tank top into the back seat. She regrets wearing that new bikini now, since it's more that she has to wriggle out of so she can sit topless for him to admire.
He only has about ten seconds to do that though, because she practically pounces on him in the drivers seat so she can straddle him and kiss him like she needs him to breathe.]
You don't see an actual abyss anywhere, right?
[She's so wrapped up in him that she hadn't really paid attention to their surroundings.]
Grinning as he watches her fuss with the top of the car, he takes the opportunity to unfasten his jeans. And in she comes before he can even try to push them down or get his shirt off. All he wants is his hands on her, his mouth on hers, and she's so warm and gorgeous in his lap that her question almost surprises him for a moment.]
Hm? I dunno. No?
[He manages, low and breathy, before he goes back to kissing her, one hand cupping her breast as he traces a thumb roughly over the nipple. No, he hasn't seen an abyss and no, he hasn't fucking looked for one. Who cares, so long as they're not in it.]
C'mon babe, let's get in the back. Hardly any room for you here with the damn wheel in the way.
[That's her initial suggestion, whispered without really thinking. No, she doesn't want the steering wheel ripped out of her car. But it's in the way of her having him right now, and that just won't do. Especially when she leans back a little and her ass manages to honk the horn a little. That makes her laugh, and she gives him a playful shove before she gets off of him and moves into the backseat.
She sits on the bench seat and spreads her legs, amused that she's still in her shorts and panties. Those can come off later though. Because right now, she wants him in her lap for a change.]
Come sit between my legs. You've already got your pants open and I want to tease you a little more before we really have fun.
[He settles in her lap, and steadies himself with one hand on a seat behind him so he doesn't just fall backward off toward the emergency brake. The other arm scoops around her back so he can hold her close and lean in for a kiss, but soon enough he stops so he can pull his shirt off over his head and toss that aside.]
You musta woke up needing me, what kinda thoughts have been goin' on in that pretty head of yours all day?
[The question, rhetorical as it is, is murmured against her skin as he leans in for another kiss. Whatever teasing she's promising, he's more than ready for it.]
[She points out with a smirk, dipping her head to nip at his shoulder.]
Maybe if you had done that, I wouldn't be so worked up all day. But really?
[Her lips seek out his, and she ends that kiss with another little nip.]
It's the sunglasses. And your hair. You just look so good today, baby. I can't help myself.
[She enjoys a couple more minutes of kissing and running her hands along his back, mapping out every curve and scar and trace of muscle. When she's had enough of that she helps him turn and adjust, so he's leaning back against her and can feel her breasts against him. There's barely enough room for the both of them back here sitting like this, but they're small enough they can make it work.
It's easy at that point to curl her arm around him and work her hand into his jeans, humming softly as she moves his underwear down enough that she can reach his cock. A slow handjob isn't ever what he's craving, but it's what he's getting right now. Her mouth whispers in his ear how good he is to her, how nice he's being to her today. How she can't wait to feel him inside her. But first she has to get him hard enough to do that, and after whispering that directive in his ear she blows warm breath against him before nibbling at his earlobe.
Her mouth works its way along what she can reach of his ear and neck from this angle, and she enjoys the moment being slow and romantic before she demands that he take off his pants so they can fuck.]
Glad you - fuck. Glad you're into it.
[He gasps and rocks his hips against her hand, or tries, though the angle makes it challenging. Mostly, he's just enjoying every little thing she does. He rakes his fingernails up the sides of her thighs as a form of encouragement while his cock grows rigid in her hand, and he breathes out a hiss of pleasure through his teeth.]
You look damn good yourself, baby girl. You an' all your bright colors, like a fuckin' sunbeam.
[She chuckles, grinning against his neck. Her teeth scrape against a red mark she's just left behind his ear, and she keeps up the awkward angled stroking of his length until he feels hard enough to keep going.]
You look good every day. But being out here just makes me need you extra, I guess.
[There isn't a single trace of shame as she says that, whispering into his ear. She needs him every day, but now apparently she's extra horny. Which is fine, he seems into it. It's not an issue.]
I think it's time that you fucked me, baby. Get your pants off, okay? I need you really bad.
[He snickers as he shoves his pants and underwear down over his hips. No point actually taking them entirely off, since then he'd have to take off his shoes and he's just not going to bother wasting the time.
He scoots off her to sit beside her, and turns to mirror what she's been doing, nearly - he tugs at her earlobe with his teeth, and slides a hand into her panties to press and roll her clit with his fingers.]
Get those shorts off, yourself, then come ride me. The reverse of how we usually do, though - get your back to me.
[She whispers as she shifts to rise up enough to pull off her shorts and panties in a few tugs. Oh, she has to squirm out of them, and she definitely wobbles a little as she manages to pull one foot free. The other one isn't, and she just lets the fabric pool at her ankle. There's no time to worry about it now.
Nope.
All she needs to focus on now is riding him. If he wants her back to him, she can do that. She just has to kiss him with a desperate heat one more time before she turns and shifts, straddling him with her back to him. Her fingers curl around his erection and she holds him in place as she bares down, and she guides him to press against her until he slips inside.
Her reaction is immediate, gasping softly as she shivers from head to toe. This is different, and she's a little clumsy at first rising up and lowering down, at least until she works out a rhythm that works for her. His hands on her hips help her out, but it isn't long before she's moving faster and harder. Now isn't the time for sweet and gentle. She's been craving him all day, and finally gets to indulge in what she wants.]
[He shivers with excitement and sensation as she lowers onto him and starts moving, using his hands at least for now to help her set a pace and stay in position. But once she's riding fast and hard, he lets one hand rise up to hold a breast, just as he leans down to try to kiss at her back, her shoulders, only for it to be more like a rough scraping of teeth while she rocks and grinds on him.
If she wants a spank, though, she'll get it. He lifts his other hand and brings it down with a ringing smack against the side of her ass.]
C'mon, baby girl, gimme all you got.
It could stand to be more perfect though, which is why she nods as he tells her to give him everything she's got. One of her hands braces against his leg, and she uses that hold to really go hard. It's rough and relentless, and she quickly starts panting loudly in between her moans.]
Grab my hair too? Please?
[Yeah, so she likes being spanked and having her hair pulled. He knows that by now. The only issue with really going this hard is that she's going to tire out quickly.]
[No more boob holding for him, but it's a sacrifice he's just going to have to make. He grins against her shoulder as he adjusts his grip, digging nails into her hip for a moment while his other hand traces across her skin and up her back to where he can grab a fistful of hair. It gives him a nice handhold to pull on, like that will somehow grind her hips down harder against his.]
Bet if you lean forward a little an' grab onto the seats you can use 'em as leverage.
[Because that was going to be his plan, bend her down more, brace against the seats and fuck her if she tires herself out. And maybe he still will, but she's first going to get the delight of having her hair tugged on while he slaps her ass again, all while firmly seated on his cock. Fuck, it's good for him too, because each shudder of pleasure from her goes straight to his own core.]
There's no physical way for that to happen though, and after a handful more hard and fast repetitions, she's exhausted. She hasn't come yet, and neither has he. But her legs are burning in a way that might take away from her arousal if she keeps it up, so she whines in frustration as she comes to an abrupt stop. She's completely out of breath and her thighs tremble as she tries to start back up again.]
I can't -
[She whines, trying so hard to use her hold on the seats in front of her as incentive to at least rock in his lap. But it's so slow and awkward that it's not enough.]
[He still has only so many hands, but he'll keep them where she asked them and if she needs attention to her clit, she can either tell him or handle it herself.
But what he can do is lean harder against her back, push her downward a little more until he can dig his heels in against the bottom of the seat and shove his hips forward, driving his cock into her. It's good enough, it gives him something to work with, and she still gets that feeling of being unable to escape him as she's still seated firmly on his erection while he thrusts into her.
Once he has a pace going that he can maintain, he gives a sharp tug of her hair just to enforce that he's the one in control here now, and rakes his nails up her thigh before slapping down on that spot.]
Go on, princess, you touch yourself. Give yourself what you need. Let me handle the rest.
[She can't even talk because words feel so impossible right now. All she can focus on is the feel of him inside her and all around her, and how good it is for her. Her fingers dig into the seats as his slap makes her gasp, and it's followed by a shuddering moan as he commands her to touch herself. Chrissy obliges of course. He's in control, the one in charge. And if he tells her to touch herself, she's damn well going to do it.
There's no hesitation as she works her fingers against her clit, starting slow but building up to rolling and pinching at it just like he does. She's giving herself exactly what she needs, no shame in how their combined efforts make her cries become louder and higher pitched, and definitely closer together.
She's pretty sure they're managing to make the car rock a little, a thought that might make her laugh later. Right now though, it just adds to her arousal, knowing that neither of them really can control themselves when they get like this.
All she has to do is hold out until he comes first. She's determined to make that happen, at least.]