First off, I would like to apologize for my poor English. I'm from Russia. My boyfriend and I went to the United States to travel the country in a van. My boyfriend (let's call him Mike, I like American names) bought a van and made it into our home. A home on wheels you might say. We had saved up for this for roughly three years. We've been together for five years. The whole time we dreamed about coming to America and seeing what it was all about. Seeing the people, tasting the food, all that grand stuff. Well, we did it. We saved every penny and lived the lives of misers. But, we pulled off what no one thought we could do. We spent six months in America just driving around. We went to every single state we could. Sounds neat doesn't it? I wish we could do it all over again! I wish we could leave Russia today and do it again. Unfortunately, that was a once in a lifetime event. I don't believe we'll ever have the opprotunity to do something like that again. Maybe visit the United States, but never live there in a van again.

At times the van wasn't he most pleasant place to live in. To be quite honest, sometimes it didn't smell very good. But, I loved the country that I saw. I want to move to America, but my family is here in Russia. I could cry tears of stones if I could never see my mother again. She would also never forgive me. I always come over and visit on Saturday afternoons. She means the world to me and I think the same could be said about her feelings towards me. Going to America like we did, it was a once in a lifetime thing. I told my mother this and she told me to go. Go like the wind, drift off to places you never dreampt about. Mom wanted to know of all the places I went. All the people that I saw. I made a journal just so she could read it. It told of my daily life on the road. What we did and where we went. Of course I didn't write about the sex that we had. That would have been a little embarrassing to me. Also, to her as well probably.

We sure did fuck a lot on that trip. I'd say we fucked a few hundred times. When I say fucked, I also mean handjobs and blowjobs. Count those in the few hundred times. All in all, it was a very wild thing to do. We fucked in all kinds of places. I sucked Mike's cock in the middle of a big beautiful park. It was like being out in the middle of nowhere. Only trees and animals. We walked deep into the forest before I sucked his cock. I was awe stricken by the beauty of the trees and the sounds of the birds. I wish I could have recorded the birds singing for my mother to hear. They sung songs that I've never heard before. May never hear again. Such sweet songs were the equivilent of a sugar cube on your tongue. Melting in your mouth, creating excitement and energy in your mouth and body.

I know you want to hear the dirty stuff. So, I'm going to tell it to you. I want you to know that I'm a shemale, though you probably knew that. I don't have implants, I have a flat chest. I have no boobs at all, is what I'm trying to say. Mike doesn't care about that. He says some day we'll be rich and if I want boobs, he'll buy them for me. I don't know if I want them or not. I think I would rather spend the money on sexy dresses or shoes. I can't have too many pairs of shoes! I have a closet filled to the brim with nothing but shoes. Though, most of them aren't brand new. I bought them from a second hand store in Moscow.

One time we stopped at a place I think Americans call a Rest Stop. It is usually a place with bathrooms and sometimes vending machines. Also some sort of wilderness where you can stretch your legs. I saw several people in this wilderness passing around a cigarette. I doubt that tobbacco was in this cigarette. But, I didn't say anything. I don't care what they do as long as they don't harm others. Mike and I walked through this wilderness area. We needed to stretch our legs because we were in the van for many hours. Mike acted like he wanted to have sex. I wasn't very comfortable with this idea. Only because if we easily spotted the people passing around the cigarette, maybe others could easily spot us as well. But, I figured why not? Only in America could we fuck in the same place where a group of people were passing around a funny looking cigarette.

We found a secluded area, where no one was. At least that's what we thought. We never saw one person while we were having sex. But, that doesn't mean anyone was watching. I envisioned man looking like Benny Hill jerking off watching us have sex. Wearing a funny cap and a smile that told of his perversion.

It all started out with soft kisses. We sat in the grass kissing and touching each other. It was fairly innocent, until I saw that Mike's cock was getting hard. I rubbed his now stiff cock with my hand. The friction of his pants over his underwear, sent ripples of premature sexual excitement through his body. I stroked and stroked, until Mike pushed my hand away. I was wearing a dress without any panties. He put his hand up my dress and jerked my cock a little. Just enough to tease me, like I had him. I wished so badly that he spat on his hand and jerked me off, but that didn't happen. Sex is often like listening to free for all jazz music, you really never know what's going to happen next. Only that something is going to happen.

We went back to the soft kisses. My lips felt entwined with Mike's. Like strings of ivy climbing up an old building. Like the ivy and the building had become close enough friends, to share even their own dwellings. I suppose you could say that we share our own dwellings with our partners. If you consider your body a dwelling for a spirit. I'm not religious, but at times I think we have spirits. We're just shells holding this spirit that's waiting to be released. Like those Mexican jumping beans, the little bugger inside it is just waiting to be released from its shell.

Mike put his head under my dress and began sucking my cock. I laid my head back into the grass and enjoyed his lips wrapped around my cock. My dress was big enough where he could suck all of my cock and use his hand at the same time. His hand followed his lips up and down my hard cock. It felt good, it also felt relaxing. To be able to show your love in a public area, even though no one is around. The idea that two people in love and be in love in the open world, can boggle the mind. At least it can mine.

Mike sucked my cock until I came. I grabbed the grass double fisted as I came. That's how good it felt. Mike drained my cock and swallowed all of my juices. He returned from my dress with a big smile on his face. I was still enjoying the after glow of the orgasm. The warm sun on my face and the scent of being in the country. They all added to the glow of my orgasm. We cuddled a bit and then I rolled over. I got on all fours and told Mike to fuck the living shit out of me. He spat on his hand and rubbed his saliva all over his cock. As it got hard, my heart pounded with excitement. I loved just the idea of getting fucked in my ass out in public. Mike did fuck me in the ass. It did feel good. I'll never forget that rest stop or that sex. It was something that could only happen in America.

Again I would like to apologize for my bad English. I think it is terrible, but Mike reassures me that it isn't as bad as I think. I hope you were able to understand my story and enjoy it. If you ever get the chance to visit America, fuck in a rest stop. You'll love the scenery and the location.

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