Speaker 1: Welcome back to another steamy episode of Nikki after Dark.
Here we dive into your honest confessions, explore the wild
side of desire, and maybe learn a thing or two
about ourselves along the way. I'm your host, Nikki, and
if you're new here, buckle up. We're about to have
anonymous tales of passion, no judgments, just pure, unfiltered phone fun.
To day. We've got a line up of confessions that'll
have you rethinking your next road trip or hike. Here's
a sneak pink a slow. A solo traveler in Iceland
picks up a younger hitchhiker and what starts as shared
tit vibes turns into a midnight sun blow job that'll
leave you breathless. On a quiet dirt road in Massachusetts,
a good samaritan offers a ride to a stranded woman,
only to get the ride of his life in return,
complete with roside passion and a promise for more. In
the wilds of a Glacier National Park, a road trip
hookup with a closest forest ranger leads to primal outdoor
focks against rocks and in meadows, sparking feelings that linger
long after stick around because we've got even more confessions,
a listen questioner to ponder, and a riddle that'll make
you blush before it makes you laugh. All right, let's
kick things off with a listener question that's got me
thinking about those unexpected sparks. This one comes from an
anonymous fan, Dear Nikki, what's the most surprising place you've
ever felt an instant sexual connection with somebody? Wow? Surprisingly,
mine aren't the two that I think of aren't like
in front of me. Like. It wasn't a face to
face thing. It was definitely a long conversation. And that's
all I'm gonna say about that. No, audience and those
that are listening live, I want you to hear from you.
Drop your thoughts on x at d Nikki Nikk y
one six 'y two or email me at Nikki Nikky
at dear Nikki dot com. Also, what's the wildest spot
an instant attraction hit you and did you act on it?
In second? How do you handle that electric chemistry when
it catches you off guard, ignore it, blurt or go
all in. So we have a new segment today. I
was chopped chatting with someone on our discord channel and
he wanted me to try something new. So we're calling
this new segment Suldiery Skills, where the hardest lines get
the softest touch, where danger drips like honey from the
lips that know exactly what they're promising. One of our
Lovely Discord members had a specific craving tonight. He wanted
something that would sound sultry, sexy, irresistible. So tonight we're
giving the people what they asked for. The iconic words
from Liam Neeson, you know my one of my all passes,
reimagined Selena and close now and feel the heat of
every syllable because when I say these words, they're not spoken,
they're felt. As I'm told No, I don't know if
I can pull this off. Ape, I'm all blushy when
people from me on the spot. Hmm. I don't know
who you are. I don't know what you want. If
you're looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't
have money. But what I do have are a very
particular set of skills, skills I've acquired over a very
long career, wills that make me a nightmare for people
like you. If you let my daughter go now, that'll
be the end of it. I will not look for you.
I will not pursue you, but if you don't I
will look for you. I will find you, and I
will kill you. If that really sucked, ass, please don't
what he tell Liam Neeson because I really need a
chance with him, even just have a drink with him.
I want to thank you to my discord friend out there,
and uh mars you missed me reading Liam Neeson for
the perfect request. If you got your own iconic line
and you'd like to turn it up sultry, drop it
in the channel. Who knows next time I might be
your fantasy. On the mic you did, I was like,
I didn't even think I could nail it. You'll have
to ask if I nailed it or not. I'm like, ooh,
it was all Giegley before I. I didn't giggle during,
so that was good. Before we dive into Tonight's confessions,
I should have done this first so Free Holy wouldn't
cheat Tonight. Here's a riddle to keep your mind occupied
now cheating Tonight, Free Holy. When I go in, I
can cause some pain. I'll fill your holes when you
ask me to. I'll ask you also to spit and
not swallow when am I, and I'll reveal the answer
at the end, as long as Free Holy doesn't cheat. Yeah,
I'm trying to remember the answer because I put this
one in because the one Darcy put in we've already done.
So I had to dig for one and I'm trying
to remember the answer. I'll probably come to me a
little later because I did see it. You know what
time it is, It's time to sit back, relax. Let's
have a whiskey with some filthy cherries of had explore
some ironic fantasies from people just like you and me.
Many years ago, I took a slow road trip around
Iceland and rinted a four x four, driving from reiki
Vic to Scotta Fell. We're going with that up to
a kuri maybe mm and looping back. The landscapes were unreal,
and so were some of the people I met along
the way. As a lone traveler, I loved picking up
hitchhikers and sharing those epic views with strangers from everywhere.
On the stretch back to Reikievic, I picked up a
German girl named Susannah. She was eighteen, almost nineteen, fresh
out of school, traveling alone with just her tent and backpack.
She looked even younger, but she had legal and full,
wide eyed adventure and energy despite the fifteen year age gap.
We clicked instantly, talking travel, live dreams, even dipping into
some of the deeper philossoical full stuff, bilsophical woof. She
was heading to Rekivik to catch a flight in a
couple of days and asked if she could ride along
the final leg. I didn't mind the company at all,
so I said yes. As the evening fell we pulled
into the campsite, Susanna Schett suggested sharing her tent to
save money, smart, practical and tempting. After hot showers and
cooking dinner together, the conversation kept flowing until we finally
admitted we should probably sleep inside the tent. Prepping our
sleep bags under the soft glow of the midnight sun
filtering through the fabric, I caught her glancing at me. What,
I asked, with a smile, nothing, she shot back, gretting
I was down to a T shirt in boxers when
she suddenly said, a very matter of fact, I'd like
to give you a blowjob. I was stunned, flattered, and
honestly a little unsure that's really tempting, Susannah. But you
don't have to do anything, she shrugged. I'm just having
such a good time, and I wanted to show you
my appreciation somehow. I've only been with a couple of guys,
but they say I'm really good at it. So my
brain short circuited, but my body was already responding. I
looked in her eyes and said, I'd really love that.
Her face lit up. Just relax and and joy, she whispered.
Sliding between my legs, she massaged me through my boxers
until I was rock hard, then peeled them off. Well,
my cock sprang free. She whispered, Oh my god, that's
bigger than anything I've tried before. Her small hand wrapped
around it, stroking slowly while she stared in fascination. Then
she leaned down, took the head into her mouth, and
went to work, firm griped, shirling tongue, slurping sounds echoing
in the quiet tent. It felt real, this eager young
thing pledging me under Iceland's endless soft light. I moaned
how amazing it was. She smiled up at me, hair
falling aside, then dove back in more enthusiastically. It didn't
take long. I wandered, warned her I was close. She
didn't stop, just kept sucking and stroking until I exploded
in her mouth. She swallowed most of it. She laid
her laughed that she usually spits, but I was too
big and there was no room. Afterward, I asked if
she wanted to be to return the favor. Her eyes
went wide. You want to lick my pussy? No one
had ever done that for her before, even though she'd
suck guys off, even let one fuck her ass. I
took my time kissing her thighs, teasing through her panties,
then sliding them off to reveal her trimmed book bush.
I varied my face between her legs, looking slowly at first,
then deeper, sucking her clit, even teasing her ass, and
she didn't mind. She came hard, shaking, then came again
when I kept going. She fell asleep right after, looking
blessed out and beautiful. The next morning, she surprised me
again by dropping to her knees at the empty crater
pull off and blowing me right there beside the car,
swallowing every drop and even letting me kiss her deeply. Afterward,
we wound up spending her last night in a borrowed
luxury flat in a town near by. We both secretly
bought the same condoms. Hilarious moment when we revealed them.
When she spent the evening, night and the morning fucking
everywhere and every way. I took her virginity. She considered
herself one before we explored every hall, She rimmed, fingered
me new for me and say aunt, and she wore
sexy lingerie she'd bought just for the occasion. I drove
her to the airport the next day, even snuck a
quick goodbye fuck in the airport bathroom. She left with
a smile and later sent me a sweet message with
a photo. Thank you for adding to the good memories
of Iceland. Forever grateful, yours, sus. We never stayed in touch.
It was perfect as it was a wild, passionate, no
strings memory that still makes me smile years later. A
midnight sun admirer, Well, I have never been to raki
Vic and all those other towns I cannot pronounce, and
I skipped one, But yeah do I I'm trying to
think if I have a spontaneous hookup. Maybe I don't
know if it's quite spontaneous. I mean, I don't know.
I don't think so. Yeah, I don't think so. And
I love a good age gap. So what was the
wildest spontaneous hookup while you're traveling, Mars or anything or
anybody in the chat? Because I see Mars typing. That's
why I asked, and did the age gap? Or have
you ever had an age gap? Or the setting make
it hotter? Or was it just the chemistry? And have
you ever surprised yourself Mars by making the first move?
Oh in the forest? Nice and gentlemen in the chat
ever had a younger woman takes charge so confidently? Yeah,
that's true. I've never fucked in a forest, So I'm
going to take your word for it. But it makes sense.
I'll put it on my MINGO card for maybe in
a couple of years, though, I will say, I am
looking to fly to Iceland. I can fly from the
UK to Iceland for like two hundred bucks round trip,
I know, right, So I'm thinking about doing it next year.
I'd like to go up to Iceland. I know. I'll
take pictures exactly. We only have one, right, dear Niki
some in Massachusetts, not exactly wilderness, but the spot was
a solid three miles off the main drag, down a
quiet dirt road that connects two sleepy residential pockets. It's
only about half a mile of actual dirt, but it
feels remote enough that you don't see many people walking it.
I was out there picking up something I'd bought online,
cruising slow on the way in, when I passed this
younger woman mid twenties. I guessed, heading toward the main
road on foot tall maybe five nine burnette, then build
that tan tank top under a light jacket, short jean
skirts showing off long legs. I slowed, rolled down the
window and asked if she was okay. She said her
car died, nobody home to help her for hours. She
needed to catch a bus downtown for work and couldn't wait.
Asked for a ride. I told her I was going
the opposite direction, still had about seven minutes to my
destination according to my GPS. She shrugged and said if
I came back this way, she'd really appreciate it, offered
to pay. I just said we'll see, and kept going.
My brain immediately went to every horror movie scenario hitchhiker
with a knife, robbery, set up, et cetera. It was
broad daylight, but still twenty twenty three. Who hitchhike is
on a back dirt road. I told myself she'd probably
get picked up by someone else by the time I
headed out. I got my item turn around. Sure enough,
there she was sitting on a fallen tree, like she'd
been waiting. I pulled up. Tired of walking, I asked,
She smiled. I had feeling he'd be back against every
ounce of common sense. I said, okay, fine, get in.
We start driving, small talk about her junky old car.
Then out of nowhere, she looks over and says, you're cute.
I laugh and tell her she's pretty attractive herself hornybrain
choosing attractive over cute on purpose. She got this easy confidence.
I'm try, try, I'm trying not to stare at her legs,
but I'm failing. She mentions she's only got five dollars cash.
I tell her she doesn't have to pay me anything.
She insists she has to give me something before I
can protest again. Her hands land on my thigh, rubbing
slow circles and gets instantly hard. She glances down, sees
the bulge bites her lip God, that lip bite is
burned into my memory. Then looks back up at me.
Want me to take care of that? I'm stunned what
She laughs, slightly, slides her hand over and grips me
through my pants. Do you want me to? I managed
to ask where She points ahead. Pull off by the pond.
There's this cute little cut in I do park. She's
already on her knees in the passenger seat, uns up
at me, pulling out my cock and going straight to work.
Starts fast, almost too fast, but hungry. I reach under
her top and grab at her tits. She sits up
just long enough to yank her tank and brawl down,
letting them spill out perfect handfuls of her slim frame.
I slid my hand under her skirt, push her thong aside.
She's soaked. Slipped a finger in then too. She moans
around My cock takes me deep. I'm fingering her hard.
She's quivering, then shaking through an orgasm while she throats me.
That pushes me over. I warm her, but she just hums, yes, please,
and I explode down her throat. She swallows every drop,
keeps sucking slow to keep me hard. Alternating between tight
suction and letting me hit the back of her throat.
Finally she pulls off. Why her mouth friends good fuck yeah.
I drive her the rest of the way to the
bus stop. On the way, I ask if she was
planning that the whole time. She laughs, When you stopped
the first time and didn't creep me out, I decide
if you came back for me, I was definitely going
to try. You tasted good by the way. Drive down
here again. Sometime soon, we'll do it again. She hops out,
gives a little wave, then disappears towards the bus. I
never even got her name. I'm definitely driving back down
that road again. Dust and lipstick. I can't say I
have never just spontaneously asked, you know, a dude, hey,
can I suck your cock? It's never really even one.
It's not my style, and well, okay, first time show,
it's not my style with me for a hot minute,
you know, at least five minutes. Baby, what's the most
unexpected thank you you've gotten from a stranger? Me? Would
not sexual? Would be definitely a bottle of whiskey that
was quite nice at a better first ticking sexual realm it.
It definitely would be joining me in the shower and
licking me. You've gotten cookies. Okay, Mars, I've got cookies.
Come to the dirty side. That's what it reminded me of.
I'll ring my whiskey, you ring your cookies, and we'll
talk about it. And ladies that are listening, have you
ever decided in the moment to make a move like
that on someone who just helped you out? And guys
ever had RoadHead or car fund happen completely out of nowhere?
And would you pick up a hitchhiker in twenty twenty
six after reading this, Nope, I've watched too many true
crime hitchhiker shows. Absolutely not. M Nope. I'd wave though
for my jeep. I'd be like bye, good luck, hello Red. Yeah.
I definitely wouldn't be doing any any hitchhikers. I just mmm, yeah, So,
dear Nikki, I sat off alone from a rental car
at a quiet trailhead in Yosemite, only a handful of vehicles,
nothing like crowded spots. A couple fishing their hike told
me that it was an easy one, with a gorgeous
viuse and the thick groves of trees. The only other
person I noticed was a guy heading into the restroom.
As I started out, I was cozy in my blue
hiking pants, a cute yellow fleece over the t shirt,
a little backpack with water, snacks and gloves. The trail
is peaceful, perfect. About fifteen minutes in, I heard footsteps
behind me. I didn't turn right away, just kept walking
until they got closer. When I finally glanced back, it
was him, the restroom guy. He smiled. I offered, you
can pass if you want. He just grinned and said, no,
I'm good back here. I kept going, soaking in the
trees and the meadow glimpses. The quiet was intoxicating. He
must have felt it too, because he said, feels like
we're the only ones out here. I offered to let
him lead again. This time he smirked, no thanks, I'm
enjoying the view from back here. The flirt was blatant.
I laughed it off, but my mind started racing. Was
anyone else on the trail? What if he was hoping
for more? Dirty thoughts flooded in Me on my back
and the pines while he went down on me, him
bending me over me on my knees, taking him in
my mouth. I tried to shake it, but the fantasies
kept building. What was wrong with me? Another five to
ten minutes of walking, pulse racing, thigh slick, imagining exactly
what could happen if I let it. I slowed near
an opening in the trees leading to a dense grove.
He said, low and sure, let's go check it out.
My heart hammered. I was already soaked, and now we're
vearing off the trail together. He took the lead. This time.
Twigs snapped underfoot, pines rustled overhead, Otherwise silence. We walked
maybe two three minutes off the path before he stopped,
turned and said, this'll do. He closed the distance fast
and kissed me hard. Hands slidden under my fleece, clapping
my breast and my shirt. I kissed back, dizzy. It
was happening so quick. I half worried someone might hear
if I spoke up. Bowie murmured against my mouth. Nobody's
going to hear you. I managed a week we shouldn't.
Before his fingers dipped into my pants, finding my pussy
so wet. You definitely want this. A few more minutes
of his fingers working me and any hesitation melted away.
Soon I was bend over a big fallen tree, pants
and panties yanked down around my ankles, naked from the
waist down except socks and trail runners. My backpack and
his fleece padded the rough bark. He slid into me
from behind in one smooth rust, deep and possessive. He
fucked me hard, not gentle, plunging in, pulling my hips back,
sometimes gripping my shoulders for leverage, growling that it was
my fault for teasing and walking ahead, and asking if
I wanted it too. I gasped yes. He kept going,
telling me how much I liked getting fucked by strangers
in the woods. Before I could answer, he groaned. He
was close pace, turning frantic. Twenty seconds later, he buried
himself deep and came inside me with a classic low
moan guy's make. We cleaned up quick with tissues from
my pack, pulled clothes back into place, and slipped back
onto the trail. I was braced for someone to be waiting, judging,
but it was still empty. We looked at each other
and laughed. He gave me this devilish smile. We need
to do this more often. I pretended reluctance, but honestly,
the idea of him playing the horny stranger trailing me
on the trail again was already turning me on. We
hype back to the car, drove to the hotel, went
straight for round two. Who says boyfriend sex has to
be boring without the imagination trail side teas. I'm sorry,
I pictured a horror movie throughout this whole story till
the end. Like I'm like to people not pay attention
to horror movies anymore. I mean, no, I'll stay back
behind you, Thank goodness, this is an erotic show. Or
I'd have been like, no, head back, you stupid woman.
I mean, don't open the door, don't answer the phone. Hello,
what's the wildest place you've ever had spontaneous sex or
outdoor sex? This is I'm gonna answer. This is Mars's story.
We should have signed it off as Mars. I almost did, because,
just like if you read the chat right before, she says,
a forest. So this is Mars's confession. Those of you
listening later, she just told us in chat. So so
you go, girl, Hello, Betty, you just missed a Mars's
confession about hiking and fucking a stranger. You can hear
it tomorrow when you listen in I see you didn't
listen to me on your run? Or are you running?
She was gonna run and listen to us tonight? Guys, Well,
I'll go back and read the chat she says she
was gonna not this one. You'll have to go back
to for nown rangnessted fuck dad exactly exactly. Batty ladies,
would you ever let your mind run wild on a
quiet hike and actually acted on it? And gentlemen ever
followed a woman on a trail and turned the view
comment into reality? And couples? How do you keep things
exciting with roleplay like this? Mars, that's out? You see
that reads out? So you know, I'd be afraid we
would both not recognize poison out or ivy and that
would be the end of it. Ew the noe ropes, No,
no noe ropes. Mm mmm. I don't do no ropes. Nope.
Mm hmm. I can't even watch them on TV Red
No noe ropes. Mm We're gonna start calling you Indiana Jones.
You had a friend that we played with once that
always wanted to meet out the woods. We never did.
But it was this fith eh. The backyard okay, but
like a hiking trail and woods and nature. No no,
because for me, it'd have to be early morning before
I get sunburnt. It doesn't matter what kind of sun's
green I'll put on, or in the evening when creepers
are out so and creepy things so now the woods
are out for me, Dear Nikki. I had four glorious
weeks of total freedom before starting my new job at
a rehab hospital, knowing full well it would be intense,
long hours no real breaks for a while. My on
again off again boyfriend and I were firmly off mode.
He still had a year left in grad school. Our
future was paused and we'd go long ago agreed that hookups,
while apart, didn't count against us. We were young, horny,
and always found our way back to each other. So
with nothing tying me down, I decided to make the
most of it. A solo road trip and two weeks
in Whitefish, Montana, next to Glacier National Park. A buddy
from college baseball days swore hiking there was some of
the best in the country. I booked an airbnb, packed
my gear and hit the road from dimber no expectations,
just adventure and freedom to be whoever I wanted. The
drive was leisure two days. I fantasized about anonymous rest
stop fun along the way, but Wyoming's reputation kept me cautious.
No sketchy risks. Every stop was families or old straight guys. Anyway,
I crashed a surprisingly decent souper eight in billings hopped
on grinder. Within thirty minutes, a hot short cowboy five
five ripped six pack and furry, muscular ass, confident five
inch fat cock was at my door, stripped down. We
skipped small talk. He was an aggressive bottom. I fucked
him hard from behind and we both came hard, him
painting my sheets, me deep inside. He showered quick, can't
go home, smelling like you wife might notice. We cuddled
a bit, then he left, perfect road trip release, slept
like a baby. The next day, the drive through boring
Wyoming gave to a stunning Montana. Checked into an Airbnb,
stalked up on groceries, and asked the clerk for a
local hangout. She pointed me to Frieda's, a laid back
spot full of locals. A showered nap and headed out.
Sat at the bar next to a tall, red headed,
bearded guy six three fit, light red hair and a
full beard. Introduced myself his day from Colorado. He was Tyler,
a Glacier park ranger for five years. We talked hiking,
He offered trail tips. If I was bought him a beer.
His hand kept landing on my knee, lingering, longering with
each drink. No obvious gay vibe, but the touches said otherwise.
He invited me on a hike the next day to
a scheduled the secluded lake. We swapped numbers. I drove
home tipsy, dreaming about why what happened? Tyler picked me
up at six a m in his truck, looking even hotter,
snug zip off hiking pants that showed off his pats
and the thick outline of his cock. The trail was
busy at first, but he promised me after three miles
we'd be alone on lesser known path. We chatted easily,
me about grad school ending and this last adventure, him
about growing up in Nebraska and loving ranger life. At
an overlook, we both needed to pee. He just whipped
it out right there, fat, pink and impressive. I did
the stain stealing glances. Mile later, we reached the lake,
turquoise waters, no one around, pure magic. I was snapping
photos when Tyler came up behind me, hands my shoulders, rubbing.
Incredible view, isn't it. He kissed my neck. I turned
half shocked, half thrilled. He laughed, pulled out his phone
and there was my grinder profile from the night before.
Saw you before you even sat down. Next thing, I knew.
We were making out hard, deep, hungry kisses and groping.
He whispered, he wanted to fuck me. I turned, dropped
my pants to my ankles, Thank god for that thorough
morning clean out. Bent over the rock formation, he rimmed
me despite the hike's sweat, deep tongue, no hesitation. Then
he looped up with gun oil from his pocket, slid
in and fucked me raw and loud for twenty minutes,
primal outdoor bliss. I came on the rocks, he handloaded
deep inside. We kissed, cleaned and freezing lake and hiked
back up. Come still leaking, both grinning back at the
Airbnb round two legs in the air, him pounding me again.
Over the next days we hiked when he was off
fucked when he wasn't. One weekend, he took me to
a remote meadow, tall grass saw for earth, blanket. Down
Fully naked, I gave him the rimming of his life
he'd barely been eaten out before, then fucked him deep
while he pushed back greedily. We came together, him oozing
me painting his stomach, then snapped sticky and satisfied each
other's arms. We spent every spare moment together. I started
catching real feelings. Seeing him leave for patrol in full
ranger uniform was insanely hot, but I knew my life
was back in Colorado and I still had a boyfriend.
I wasn't ready to leave. Over dinner, a proper date
at his favorite spot, I tried to bring it up gently,
back into the Arabian b Tyler beat me to it.
He knew I was leaving, sued had feelings too, but
our lives were on different paths. Let's just make the
most of the time we have. That night, the sex
was tender and intense. He ate me out, fucked me
till I came untouched, and then woke me later to
ride me reverse, shooting ropes across my face. I tasted
him and savored every drop. The morning I left, he
had early duty. We flucked one last time till we
were empty, kissed hard in his uniform. Then he walked out.
My heart hurt, but I knew it was right. Packed up,
drove home and started the job. Tyler and I have
stayed friends, texted, shared updates. He got a full time
forest service gig in Utah, came out to colleagues and
has been with the same guy for three years now.
He sent a recent pick, still ridiculously hot. Whenever I
hike with my husband, we fool around against rocks and
I smiled to myself. Tyler's the reason I have a
thing for it. Some memories are best kept a secret.
Mountain men, come dump. That's it interesting. Gun oil? Did
anybody gun oil? Yes? Red, you caught it the same
type I reacted to it, gone gun like pe pew pew. Okay, guys,
has anybody ever used gun oil as lube? I really
have to know now, h Yeah, I'm gonna say it
now the CYA. I don't have all the alphabets or
the high student bills to pay for those letters after
my name. Please consult your physician. If you think about
using gun oil. There I have said it. I'm just
gun oil that almost threw me off. Gun oil that's
up there right like earlier in the week, when your
insurance has been denied. Your insurance doesn't cover this fantasy.
Oh my god, maybe he was hydrated red I mean,
but to naturally whip out gun oil. I mean, this
obviously isn't the first time he's used gun oil. And
I'm really surprised Darcy didn't say anything about this. Like
his questions is like Cavier caught real feelings during a
short nose strings hook up, and how did you handle
saying goodbye? And then, guys, have you ever hooked up
with someone you met on grinder who turned out to
be way more than a quick fuck? And then what
risk would you risk feelings on a solo adventure or
keep it strictly physical? God supplies are That's what I
was thinking. I mean, Loube, isn't that expensive? Even the
cheap shit that only lasts like ten two seconds? You know,
Crisco's cheaper. I mean even members Mark Chrisco is cheaper.
Gun oil used for your other gun dupe free Holly's multitasking.
I can just picture's head going. Did she say gun oil?
I was reading and I heard dink and I did
not dare read the chat because I do it was
it was? I said, it's either red or our free
holy going. What did she say? I almost had to say, stop,
I need to reread that one again. Oh, very entertaining
so far tonight I do have to admit gun oil. Wow,
that's multitasking right there, gun oil. Gun oil is a multitasker,
Dear Nikki. Looking back, it's kind of wild. We were
driving through a huge empty stretch of road, talking NonStop
about school, family, mutual friends, drama, everything except the blow
job I watched her give while fingering myself in the
passenger seat. We just let it sit there, unspoken, like
we both knew it had changed something, but we weren't
really ready to name it yet. Then, on the morning
of the third day, we picked up Ale. He was
hitchhiking to the next town over after his girlfriend literally
kicked her out car mid argument. Excuse me, we could
tell things were over with them, but we didn't pry.
He was stupidly hot, tall, dark hair, easy smile, that
kind of effortless confidence that makes you stupid even though
the mattress hook up most most of the back. We
usually avoided hitchhikers for space reasons. We made an exception.
He ended up stretched out on the mattress while Aaron.
Conversation started normal enough his ex road trip, but then
he asked if we slept together in the back. That
flipped the switch. He couldn't really use see us from
where he was lying, which I think made him bolder.
He started asking questions, do you two wear pajamas or
sleep naked? Do you watch each other get changed? And
then the one that cracked everything open, So what happens
if one of you want to bring a guy home?
Do they just put a sock on the door handle.
Before I could even process it, Aaron just spilled. She
told him casually, like it was no big deal. How
two days earlier she sucked a guy off in the
bar pocketing lot while I watched, fingered myself and then
fingered her while she jerked him off, and he came
all over both of us. I was stunned that she
said it so easily, but Ale's attention locked in instantly.
He crawled up between our seats, eyes wide, asking everything
how it felt for me to watch tingly electric. How
it felt for her to be watched like she was
on fire? What did I did? Fucking myself desperately? What
happened after? Erin was already half drunk on the memory
or just the dick, drunk in general. We barely made
it another mile before we pulled off the road for
a break. Ale had a six pack and we had wine,
and we just all climbed into the back together. Things
unraveled fast. We got properly drunk. Ale complained half jokingly
that it was unfair I got to watch Erin suck dick,
but he didn't get the same show. Aarn looked at me, smirked,
and before I knew it, I was on my knees
between his legs, taking him in my mouth while she watched.
This time, there was no hiding I was shameless. Her
dress was already half off. She was fingering herself, playing
with her tits, eyes locked on us. Ale controlled my head,
pushing me deep until my lips brushed his balls, and
he came hard down my throat. I coughed so up
on myself and his cock. Aerne immediately leaned in, licking
it off both of us like she was starving. He
needed a minute to recover, so Erin and I tumbled together,
fringering each other, making out, rolling around on the mattress.
Ale watched, then told Erin she would eat me out.
I climbed onto her face. She looked me like she'd
been waiting her whole life to do it. While I
was grinding on her tongue. Ale rolled on a condom
and slid into her without asking. I didn't mind. I
was too busy making out with him, rubbing his balls
while he fucked her. I wanted my turn. I got
on my hands and knees over Erin. He switched to
fucking me, fucking me dogging while we kissed. It was
clumsy because she's so much taller, but we were too
drunk and horny to care. She mostly just squeezed and
spread my ass cheeks while he pounded me. I felt
him pull out yank the condom off, Then hot cumbs
splashed across my back. I collapsed on to Erin, accidentally
hurting her a little oops, and we all just lay
there panting. After I cleansed my sticky mess off my backside,
we napped in a sweaty pile under a blanket, even
though it was still afternoon. I woke up later to
Ale's fingers inside me, his dick prodding at my thigh.
It was almost dark. I slipped under the blanket and
blew him again. He came in my mouth and somehow
ended up spoon between me and Erin. We passed out
like that. Next time I woke, Erin was moting, riding
him slow and deep. We were already up by midnight.
Wired no longer tired, we decided to drive through the
night to make up lost time. Right before we reached
the town of Ayle, we dropped him off, Aaron climbed
back in with him. They masturbated each other, then she
blew him one last time, right outside his house. He
didn't invite us in. I was a little disappointed. We
pulled over on the highway's shoulder in the dark, Back
on the mattress. We didn't even pretend to sleep. Clothes
came off automatically. Fingers found each other. Soon we were
six to ninety, her on top of me, then me,
adjusting for the height difference. Moaning loud enough I'm sure
passing trucks could hear, we screamed into each other until
We both came hard. Before Ale, we told ourselves that
this was a sight seeing road trip. After Ale, we
fucked a stranger together, then fucked each other like we'd
been starving. We both knew the truth. The rest of
the summer was going to be one long, filthy search
for more highway honey dippers. I really need to ask
him where it comes up with this. What's the hottest
accidental threesome you've stumbled it into? Well, you have to
have one first to I guess I'm wondering if you
meant seeing it or doing it. Hmm. Yeah, he kind
of threw that out there like it was, you know,
happening everywhere. We're just not stumbling into him. M We'm
gonna have to ask him that, Ladies, ever had a
friend spill your dirty secret to a hot stranger then
watch it turn into reality? Have you and your best
friend ever crossed from sharing stories to sharing bodies in
one wild afternoon? Would you pick up a hitchhiker again
after a day like this? And no? M Mmm, you
know I can name so many hitchhiker killers that know
m M, Nope, exactly, And no, I've never I have
a best friend and she's gorgeous, but there's like nothing
you know, I've had. Now, I do have someone that
I am friends with, but and it has turned into
attraction that I know that will stay that way. And
I talked to her last night. We share, we text
all the time. It's this hot, bubbling bubble that's bound.
Something's gonna happen hopefully. Yeah, I can't not, you know,
with the bestie bestie there. I can't think of a
reason that I would like. Yeah, I just can't because
there's some kind of intimacy that still goes into it,
and I just don't seeing that, you know, I don't know.
From this episode, we learned Iceland tints to Montana's meadows.
These stories remind us that spontaneous often leads to the
most memorable passions, whether it's a hitchhiker gratitude or role
play romp or fling that tongues at the heart strings.
The takeaway here embrace the unexpected. It might just unluck
desires you didn't know you had, but always play safe, communicate,
use gun oil, and respect the boundaries of consent is sexy.
And now the moment you've been waiting for half way
for you'll n it and cheating in tonight here's your
answer to your ridd'll, and I'll read it again for
those of you that have were not here. When I
go in, I can cause some pain. I'll fill your
holes when you ask me to. I'll ask you to
spit and not swallow? What am I Fred? You love them?
They're in there just for you. A tongue depressor got oil.
No one's ever gonna forget that story ever, and we're
never gonna look at gon oil the same way. It's
the dentist who of us were thinking anal until the
spit and swallow and until the next delicious secret lands
in my mailbox. Stay wicked, stay wet. Always ask for
what makes you tremble. And this is Nicky signing off