It was about 10:00 in the morning. I had just left the Cincinnati area and was traveling west on U. S. 50. The sun was behind me and I was buzzing along, having a good time. I enjoyed the landscape. It was late Spring and there were still plenty of trees blooming, along with the flowers beside the road. Mostly croplands along the roadside, with lots of old farmsteads to bring back memories of bygone days. I would come to...

On the road! Traveling east from central Arkansas I was passing through lots of cotton and rice fields that had been harvested months ago. It was still winter but spring was in the air. The farmers would be out working those fields very soon. I was heading for my next rendezvous with a little Lush friend. My first encounter had been more than worth the whole trip, but I was going to be making myself and many other little...

When I left Jennie in Columbia, Missouri I had to go south again to catch U.S. 50 in Jefferson City. I had made the side trip north to get her home. But I was now continuing on my way along this old route across the country. Out in Nevada this highway is known as the loneliest road in the country. But along most of it you will find lots of people and farms and lovely landscapes. You will also find old friends. I remembere...

Flying down the road in my Prius! Heading for more Lush loving. This time I was heading back west but was staying in the South. This time I would meet a real Southern Lady, so to speak! I expected my little flower to be a memorably sweet piece of southern ass. I was moving inland through the Georgia countryside. I had been making short side trips and the days had kept apace. It was now more spring than winter and some of...

Road trip! I was finally fulfilling a dream I had held for months now. I was a member of the Lush Stories site and had written many stories for it. I had also made many friends. Many of whom I had cybered with. You know, where you have online sex with another person in real time. You may never really know who they are or what they really look like. But some of them were trusting enough to give out their real names. And ev...

Heading home on the road! I had left Kentucky and was now heading almost due west. I had one more stop to make on this road trip and then it was home to Kansas. I had stopped off to enjoy Mammoth Cave National Park and was now just taking in the landscapes I was passing through. Spring was breaking out in little patches as I moved through prairie and hills. I loved seeing the Mayflowers popping up beside the road. I was n...

When last you were following my story I had been on a road trip visiting fine ladies I had found on my writing site. We were all good friends, and they had all invited me to visit. I didn't surprise anyone. My trip was fully planned and it had been very successful in the sexuality and sensuality departments. I had made out like a bandit when it came to getting all the lustful pleasure I could handle, and more. The trip ha...

Driving west on U. S. 50 was a nice diversion for me. This was a historic route. I was taking it because I had taken the western portion from Kansas to California before, but had never driven the eastern portion. I loved to get off the interstates when I could and just see my country a little more slowly. I was heading to new friends but I didn't have to be in any hurry. Time was not important. I had left Long Island and...

Driving down the road! I was moving through the south and having the time of my life with my little flowers and cupcakes from Lush. Every one was turning out to be great at love making. Perhaps this was a consistent characteristic of Lush folks. Perhaps I just drew in the prime lovers. That could very well be. I was always good to my friends, and they were good to me. Or they didn't stay friends. I was Peter and my lovers...

I had been on the road to Long Island, and I had arrived to a perfect reception. Margo had taken me for a great sexual ride. It was now late afternoon and we were chatting in the kitchen. She had decided that we needed to go out for dinner. The Boston Market was her favorite restaurant because the turkey was so good. That was fine with me. We were just waiting for her twin daughters, Martha and Mary, to get home from thei...