Road troubles

I was so ducking horny when we left the liquor store. As Bryan drove, I laid the seat back all the way, and inched my shorts down to my knees. He nodded approvingly at me as I raised the bottle of bourbon and slid the perfectly shaped neck into my pussy.

"God, that is going to be the best Bourbon I've ever drank," he said, reaching over and gently massaging my nipples through my shirt. "I would much rather be eating that pussy though."

"Then why don't you pull over and do it?"

"Can't right now, baby," he said. "Things are still hot out here. Seen two cop cars since you started."

"What?" I asked, trying to sit up, but he held me down.

"You go ahead and finish, you deserve it,' Bryan told me. "I will worry about what's going on up here."

I did as I was told, fucking my pussy harder and fast with the liquor bottle. I had just reached climax at nearly the same moment everything changed.

"Fuck," he said. "Get your shorts on. He's turned his lights on and is coming back. Must have seen me."

I was still mid-orgasm as I dropped the bottle in the floor and squeezed back into my shorts. Bryan made a hard turn and accelerated.

"They haven't seen you," he said. "You're gonna take the money and I'm gonna drop you in the woods. In three months I'll reserve a room at the same motel. You call and check. If I'm there you come join me."

"What?"

"Only way," Bryan said. We were now taking one narrow country road after another at way too high of a speed. In the distance I could hear multiple sirens.

He reached into the backseat, grabbed the duffle bag and lay it in my lap. Then he smiled at me and slammed on the brakes.

"Go now!"

"But I-"

"This is the only chance you have to not get arrested and that I have of saving the money," Bryan said. "Get out now. Hide in the trees while I lead them away. When the coast is clear go home. Look for me in three months."

"Okay," I said, opening the door and climbing out

"Be safe, baby," he said. "I think I love you."

Instead of waiting for an answer, he floored it and drove away. The police car was quickly approaching, so I lay down in the ditch as it sped passed, just seconds behind him. When it was gone, I hefted the bag and walked into the forest.

I sat down on a log, out of sight of the road and listened as police sirens seemed to come from every direction. After a few minutes they all seemed to head away from my hiding spot until they had all but faded away.

I stayed on my log for nearly an hour. Then picked up my bag and started walking.