Rachel and I took a road trip from Missoula through Idaho into Eastern Washington and down the Columbia Gorge to the Pacific Ocean. We drove in her red Toyota, and along the way stopped in national forest and pulled out our sleeping bags and just slept on the ground. In that area, there are few people. The roads are windy and empty. A lot of times Rachel would ride along in the passenger seat without pants. Sometimes she'd touch herself, or touch me, until neither of us could stand it. I'd pull over off the side of the road, and come around to her side. She'd offer herself and I'd take her. We'd fuck hard and fast, knowing a truck could come by at any moment. The danger of getting caught, the intensity of our sex, and the hot sun beating down made it thrilling. We must have pulled over every 70-100 miles.
