Take Me For A Ride

“I have something I want to show you.”

I opened the car door and plopped into the passenger seat of John’s truck. “That’s what all the men say.” I waggled my eyebrows. It had been a while since we had truck sex.

John looked straight ahead and gripped the steering wheel. “No, seriously, Suz. I want you to see this and give me an opinion.” Intensity flew off John like a Cat 4 hurricane, laced with an unusual side of edgy.

“Sure. Show me.”

“We have to go to it.” He started the ignition. His nervous energy bounced around the cab. John didn’t do nerves. What was going on?

We drove in silence and ended up as his industrial work studio. John never told me about his employer. He had constant projects, but he never shared. Work privacy was his thing.

When he parked, I took a peek at him. His strong jaw shifted back and forth grinding his teeth. I placed my hand on his forearm. “Hey, everything is okay. Whatever it is.”

He patted my hand and smiled, but it didn’t come through his eyes. “I hope so. Come on.”

We got out of the truck and walked to his building. The nip in the air heightened the nervousness. I shivered from both things, I guess. John unlocked the metal door and blew out a big breath. “Ok, let’s go.”

After we were about five feet in, a series of lights set off across a massive cavern of space. The oil, metal, and paint assailed my nose, and it solidified the view in front of me.

“A carousel. That’s a carousel in here.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on his feet. “Yeah.”

“You were anxious about showing me this?”

He pulled one hand out of his pocket and rubbed the back of his neck working the tension. “It’s not what you think it is.”

I looked at the horses in all their gorgeous color, the detail of the work, and shook my head. “How can it be anything but what it is?”

John grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. “Because it’s for a sex-themed park.”

I cocked my head and considered his words. “I don’t understand.”

“In my job, I create sex products.”

“Ok. Explain.”

“Maybe it’s easier to show you.”

John walked me over to the closest horse, and we stepped onto the circular platform. He kept his eyes glued on me as he pressed a switch. A dildo rose from the saddle. Not just any dildo, one that was long, wide, and resembled a cock I knew pretty well.

“Designer and model, huh?”

John dropped his head. “Is it too much? Did I overshoot my mark? Will the company go for this?”

“That’s what worried you? Maybe you were concerned that you hadn’t told me.” I nailed him with my best evil eye. “The company should be ecstatic. I want to go for this. Does it do any tricks?”

John chuckled, he was loosening up. “Yes, it vibrates, wiggles, pumps upward for your pleasurable thrust.” I grinned and clapped my hands. “I’m also working on a prototype for anal stimulation. Different horses can do different things.” He paused. “You’re the first person I’ve told what I do.”

“John, you’re a genius. I want to try it.”

“Now?”

“You’ve been holding out unsure of my response, so yeah. I’m ready. And good thing I wore a skirt.” I shucked off my panties quicker than Gramps headed for a mason jar of white lightning.

John smirked and shook his head. “I have no idea why I was concerned sharing this with you.”

I wiggled my ass at him inviting him to help me up.

“Hang on. Let me lower the dildo first.” As he fiddled with the switch, I backed into him, and he pinched my naked ass. “I thought of you as I created this.”

“That’s my man, thinking about how to please me.” John pulled out a condom. “You’ll want to use this.”

“Good idea.” I grabbed the condom as I looked up into his expectant face. “Can I use you, too?”

“I’m here for you, baby. Say the word.”

John hoisted me onto the saddle and showed me how the controls worked. I had room to slide backward and forwards, so I could ride my vulva and clit on my man’s clone before I sat on it.

“Can you rub on me and kiss me while I get started?”

“It would be my pleasure.” The bulge in his pants agreed.

I pushed the button, and when the dildo came up, I rolled the condom down. When I pressed another button, and it went down. With these controls, I set the pacing.

John’s fingers crept up my thigh, and he activated a surprise element as he kissed me. The entire seat vibrated. I gasped, tasting my desire mixed with his and a metallic paint taste. I pulled away from him to watch his duplicate cock go up and down mimicking how it would drill me. I squirmed with excitement.

Determined to make the most of this, I left the dildo in the up position. With the fine-tuned humming rumbling underneath me, I captured the sex toy between my vulva lips and slicked it up.

John’s fingers still tight on leg massaged me. “Babe, can you envision how a butt plug would feel here?”

Oh, yes, I imagined it.

“Hmmm. That would be something.”

“You know, we could improvise now?”

His words didn’t register as I focused on the cock clone. With the additional vibrating, my orgasm was getting closer. John wasted no time in helping. He toed off his shoes and pushed his pants off. My mouth watered for his erect cock, the twin to my dildo. He seared me with a kiss as he mounted the horse facing me. When his cock lined up with the dildo, I stroked them together. My fingers on John’s skin awoke hidden desires. He stared at me and moved closer. God, this was hot. Two of him in my hand was insane, and I loved it.

“Are we improvising, Suz?”

I froze. Are we?

“What do you have in mind, babe?”

Those words may have shaken with uncertainty, but as the vibrations became more intense, my plan changed to certainty. We’d done anal, but this would be an adventure. I wasn’t sure how I wanted to do it, but I wanted a cock on this horse ride.

Before my thoughts turned to action, a sizzling buzz and a pop shook the building. As the dildo retracted, the power to the carousel shut off.

“Damn, it,” said John. “I’ve been having a problem with the power source.”

“I’m glad one of these cocks comes with a reliable power source.”

I continued stroking John’s cock inching closer to him. He drew his thighs together, so I lifted and eased myself down on his lap. I rocked against his hardness spreading my wetness all over him. His ragged breathing inspired me. “We are going to discuss this sex-themed park, but Baby, you’re going to take me for a ride first.”

He laughed. “I might not vibrate, but I sure can buck.”

And we bucked until the power came on.

This story came in on a dream sequence. And yay, I remembered it.

Writing for Masturbation Monday and Wicked Wednesday.

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