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Happy Returns	By : DodgeSuperBee Category: +1 through F > Cars Views: 2313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Perfect Present
- 2-Campout
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Making her way through the darkness, Vee slowed her pace once the lights from town had dimmed and faded far behind them. The seldom-used highway they had turned onto had long since been removed from official use as well as maintenance, and its neglected surface was spotted with patches of weeds. There were actually several such dead ends in the region that had once been part of the highway system but had since been left to crumble away. Behind her, Mack picked his way over the cracked blocks of concrete, not wanting to snag a tire on an abandoned stretch of road far from assistance.
The Chrysler braked so hard she nearly executed a complete donut maneuver. Mack took longer to halt, his brakes cutting the silence with a quiet hiss. He had stopped by a tilted cement pillar that he recognized as a mile marker from decades ago.
“This is where we should camp out?” he joked, eyeing the broken road. Expecting a witty comeback, Mack was surprised when Vee began kissing along the length of his front bumper.
“No, that’ll come later,” she said, her voice heavy with the sarcasm he had expected a moment before, “but this is as far away from town as we needed to drive and not an inch more, so it’ll do for now.” Though Mack assumed she had mistakenly turned onto this road, she had purposely chosen it for its privacy. Her mouth had moved to the edge of his own, and soon their tongues played against each other. Pulling away to speak, she continued, “you see, your party went on so long that it’s nearly midnight and I’ve got to deliver those thirty-three kisses for good luck while it’s still your birthday.”
Mack had hardly been counting, but he was fairly sure she’d already exceeded that number, and evidently she felt the same because her kisses, which had started as individual, chaste pecks on the bumper, had merged into a fervent meshing of their lips. His engine raced and he opened his eyes long enough to marvel how the moonlight reflected on her blue-violet hood as he squeezed her closer to himself.
The moment he registered the feel of her frame nestled against his, Mack’s desire fully awakened. It had been too long since their last time together. The semi tugged his lover forward just enough to lock his front wheels behind her own, keeping their mouths nearly clamped together and not giving her the option of rolling backward out of their embrace. Sensing a shudder of pleasure from Vee in response, Mack reassured himself that if she did become uncomfortable with anything that might happen between them, she was certainly the type to voice an objection. He had always been painfully cautious in his physical affection so that she would never misinterpret anything he did as a display of power over her, but they had been intimate long enough that his initial fear of losing control and hurting her had faded considerably. He could trust himself, and her faith in him was unequivocal.
“Hey, I wasn’t quite done there,” the Chrysler laughed. Mack could feel the heat rising from Vee’s hood as she playfully struggled to pull back, and her brake lights cast a warm red glow on the pavement and sand around them. He loosened his grip against her tires, but she surprised him by shaking free entirely and darting around to his side with a speed he hadn’t expected. He was now feeling the heat from her hood on his undercarriage, as she attempted to press her way into the notch between his front and rear wheels.
“I might have lost track of how many kisses that was,” she joked, landing several more on his underside. With a start, Mack realized she was only able to do so because he’d raised himself up on his tires, without even thinking twice about giving her more access to his frame. Using great care, he shifted his weight onto one side, feeling slightly awkward with the other set of wheels dangling several feet in the air and clutching the mile marker with his front tire to brace himself. Any doubts he had faded moments later when Vee centered herself under him and took him into her mouth.
A low, drawn-out moan of pure delight escaped his lips as she pulled his length inside and then released him slightly, rocking on her wheels and working into a rhythm as they discovered together a new form of intimacy. Mack had been caught off guard by her actions, and he had never before entertained the thought that she might be willing to slide beneath him for this purpose. It had always been him helping her off her tires and bringing her to ecstasy, but as she had seemingly lost any anxiety over having such a larger vehicle suspended above her, he was not about to question her change of heart.
“Oh Vee…right there,” he sounded, not caring whether he was making much sense. His response was building up and from beneath him, the Chrysler could sense the effect she was having on her lover. She quickened her pace, working him up even more as his tires quivered against her sides.
Mack hit his peak a mere second later, clenching the ground and the signpost since his current position didn’t allow him to embrace her very well. As he recovered from the surge of heat that had overcome his engine, Vee slid from beneath him, giving him a smug glance as she surveyed the pleasure she had inflicted on the truck who was many times her size. Her confidence gave way to a shocked gasp when he caught her up and slid her in front of himself again.
“That was nothing short of incredible,” he breathed, his voice implying gratitude. “What brought that on? You never even hinted you’d like to try that before.”
“I was saving it for a special occasion, like tonight,” sighed Vee, nearly as exhausted as he was. She hadn’t expected that pleasuring Mack could leave her so physically drained. “Just give me a moment to rest and we can drive to wherever you’d like to set up camp.”
“I’m not going to argue with that request. You wiped me out,” Mack agreed. So there’ll be a lot more, from the way she’s talking. While both recovered, he realized Vee wanted him to choose where their next expression of love would take place. Since neither had a suitable home in town that afforded any degree of privacy, they had little choice but to make a foray into the desert when they wanted to be alone. Vee had always been gracious about sharing the desert sand for a bed and having nothing other than the rock formations as walls around them, but sometimes Mack wished he could take her to a romantic location like the Wheel Well. Lightning had mentioned how much he enjoyed private nights with Sally there, and that had always left Mack wistful that he and Vee couldn’t experience the same.
Then again… There was no reason why they needed to feel excluded. He had driven the winding road leading up to the historic and hauntingly beautiful hotel many times, and he wanted to show Vee how breathtaking the scenery along the road was. He imagined it would look even better in the moonlight.
“We’ve never been to the Wheel Well together, and although we can’t stay there, exactly, I have some ideas,” he said cautiously, though he knew she’d never reject his choice. He felt the Chrysler rub against his side, nuzzling the edge of his bumper where it jutted out slightly from his cab.
“Wherever you want. This is your night,” she promised him. Squeezing her, he turned his attention to the road and started toward the hotel, the asphalt beneath them soon returning to a more smoothly-paved surface. As they climbed upward on the steep path, Mack courteously held back so Vee would not fall behind, though she trailed behind him because the sights around them were so distracting, rather than for lack of engine power.
“We have to leave the road for a stretch,” warned Mack as he turned onto a dirt path, “there’s a natural stone arch up ahead and while it’s a thing to behold, I’d never fit through it.” Vee giggled, the image of her lover stuck helplessly under a rock formation in her mind. “However, there’s something even better on the shortcut.”
The sound of splashing water could soon be heard as they traveled through the wooded path and then completely off road, and when the trees finally gave way to a clearing, they came upon a shallow pool against the rock, complete with a waterfall that tumbled from a ledge just above Mack’s cab. It felt so secluded and private that Vee imagined it could not be seen from any angle on the road that wound around the mountain towering over them. She knew immediately that this was the location Mack had wanted her to enjoy with him. The scene was so inviting that the Chrysler wheeled across the pebbled surface of the pool, the cool water only reaching halfway up her hubcaps.
“You should have shared this place you found a lot earlier, Mack. It’s lovely,” she said, raising her voice to compete with the noise of the waterfall as she dipped a tire under its spray. There seemed to be quite a lot of space between it and the face of the rock wall behind it. Without warning her entire hood slid under the flowing water, and she backed up in surprise, thoroughly drenched. Mack grinned, his tire still on her rear bumper.
“You…” she spluttered, splashing him playfully, “if it wasn’t your birthday I’d…” She cut herself off, a clever smile playing over her features. “Let’s see how badly you really want me.” She cut through the waterfall, emerging in a wide and blessedly tall space against the mountain and waited to see if Mack would follow. The brief immersion in the cold spring water had a cleansing and energizing effect, and her fatigue had been replaced by an eagerness to be with Mack again.
His cab pierced the wall of water, and once he was completely beyond its reach he grinned back at her, obviously satisfied with himself.
“That ought to give you an answer,” he said, rivulets running down his hood and grille. “I’d follow you anywhere.” Both of them smiling deviously, he backed Vee against the rock before angling a wide tire under her frame.
The Chrysler warmed at his welcome touch. Everything they had ever done together had been based on exclusive trust between them, and though she would never have told him, Mack’s lack of confidence in his self-control had put a slight damper on their initial coupling. Vee had been touched by his concern for her safety, but once she had overcome her own anxiety about being with a larger vehicle, she didn’t want everything between them to be predictable, and didn’t want Mack to feel as though he needed her explicit permission for everything he wanted to try. She found the take-charge attitude he was displaying tonight to be very enticing, and was more than eager to allow him completely direct whatever happened next. It was his day and this was their private celebration, after all.
Vee took a hold of Mack’s large tire and gently guided his touch to where it affected her most. Taking the hint, Mack stroked her, his wheel reaching halfway under her frame while he simultaneously kissed her side.
This is too good, Vee’s thoughts barely registered as the treads on her lover’s tire made contact with the most sensitive areas of her undercarriage. Caught up in the sensation, she moved back against his touch, low sounds of pleasure escaping her throat. She lost all track of time, feeling as though they had been together for ages.
“Yes…” she scrabbled at the damp rock beneath her, but her wheels couldn’t find purchase on the smooth surface and she instead clung to Mack’s fender for support. “You’ve brought me so close, Big Boy.” Her words had the unintended effect of causing Mack to withdraw his tire and recoil in absolute shock, looking intrigued that she had addressed him with a spontaneous nickname.
“Vee!” he gasped, his hood turning a brighter crimson that she could barely make out in the dim light. Burning to feel his touch again after they’d separated so abruptly, the Chrysler nonetheless smirked at his apparent prudishness. She wasn’t sure where she’d come up with that name, though she suspected she might have uttered it, during her time as an escort, to past clients in the hopes of flattering them.
“Don’t look so horrified,” she teased, “you can’t argue that the name doesn’t fit. You hardly have anything to be ashamed of, you know.” Mack ducked his eyes momentarily under the brim of his cap, an action Vee found adorable. Yet she hardly wanted him to feel bashful right now, and she moved directly in front of him.
“How about showing me what else you want tonight?” she dared him, her voice growing husky as she lifted her front tires onto his bumper. Mack’s heated breath wafted over her underside, which still tingled from his touch.
“I have a few things in mind to show you, all right,” returned Mack, kissing her before he put himself in reverse, gently dropping her back onto all four wheels. With one tire, he effortlessly turned her away from the waterfall and shifted as little of his weight as he could onto her frame, nuzzling along her rear windshield and roof as he progressed. Her sassy invitation had emboldened him, and though it still took all he had not to inquire whether it would be okay with her if he took the next step, he couldn’t resist a simple, “ready?” before moving forward.
Vee sighed with absolute delight at what had once been impossibly painful, and her excitement only grew as Mack waited, more or less needlessly, for her to get accustomed to his presence. After a few moments he initiated a rhythmic rocking movement at an unhurried pace that felt great to them both. Done was the taunting banter between them, and the hinting at what they’d both wanted. Now they were simply and purely loving each other, all thoughts on nothing but their mutual pleasure. Savoring the exotic setting that seemed to her far better than anything a hotel could offer, Vee felt miles away from her usual existence, taken to a world made for only her and Mack.
Deep in her undercarriage an incredible surge was building up, and it only increased with each caress and thrust from Mack. She could feel herself slipping away to a far more blissful place, and this feeling was something she couldn’t have fought down if she’d wanted to…
“Give me more, Mack Daddy!” she practically begged, using the nickname she had previously reserved for only her most inappropriate fantasies involving her lover. Mack was too far caught up in their rhythm to grow as embarrassed as he had at hearing her utter the previous name she’d called him, and he sped up his pace to comply with her request.
Vee’s sudden scream echoed off the surface of the rock and throughout the canyon. Trembling and savoring the aftershocks of her climax, she kept up the pace for Mack’s benefit. Surging with confidence over the effect he’d had on his partner, he soon clenched her sides fiercely and moaned her name.
Her full name, Veronica. The Chrysler was accustomed to being addressed by her nickname and the longer form often sounded too formal to be used by friends, but hearing Mack voice it made her sink low on her wheels in appreciation. There was something about the loving way he’d addressed her, showing so much respect and fondness. She found herself speechless, even when he had wheeled around to her side and rubbed a tire against hers comfortingly.
“Thank you,” was all she could make out, but there was so much more she wanted to say.
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Somehow they found their way to the railing that overlooked Ornament Valley and huddled together, taking in the amazing view that the moonlight afforded.
“Those cars staying at the Wheel Well don’t know what they’re missing just off the trail, do they?” joked Mack.
“No, but I like having our own private place so close to this,” countered Vee. Her lover happily surveyed the broad expanse of land. He’d seen vistas like this before, but always from the open road where he’d felt free, to be honest, but lonely as well. The semi had never felt so content.
“I never gave you what I hope is your best birthday gift,” Vee said, gazing at him. “Mack…I love you.”
Mack again had the sensation that time had stopped. It felt as though he and Vee were the only ones left in the world, and that they were there for each other.
“I love you too, Vee,” he replied, his engine warming with a flood of emotion.
“I’m not saying this just because of what happened tonight,” Vee continued, “because even if we’d just stayed at your place admiring your presents I’d have said it before the night was over. I love you, Mack Trucker, and I will forever.”
Mack embraced her tightly against his frame, a grateful tear landing on the dusty ground before him. This had been his favorite part of the entire day, and he hoped there would be many happy returns to this very moment.
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