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When they got into the van, Laura sat as close to Peter as she could. Unfortunately, the bucket seats kept that from being very close. She knew she’d have to find a better arrangement.

“Nice van,” she said as Peter put them into Drive.

“It’s good for when I need to get out of the city,” Peter replied. “Otherwise it’s a gas hog.”

It was comfortable, though. Laura looked into the back of the van and saw that it was set up to be slept in, with the seats folded back into beds. It would be the perfect place to get some orgasms in. All she had to do was get Peter back there.

As Peter drove them out of the city, onto a long lonely highway, Laura thought through what would happen next.

Then she took off her halter top.

“Are you trying to get us arrested?” Peter asked when he noticed, admiring the ripe fullness of her bare breasts before he managed to pull his eyes back to the road.

“We’re going to a nudist colony, aren’t we? We have to get into the spirit of things sooner or later.”

“It’s not a nudist colony. It’s a clothing-optional relaxation spa,” Peter stressed. “Come on, put your top back on…”

“Are you giving me an order?” Laura asked drolly.

“No, but—“

“You have to get used to them sometime. I’m not planning on wearing anything when we get there.”

Peter grunted deep in his throat. “If some patrolman pulls us over to ask why you’re half-naked, I hope you have a better explanation than that.”

“You think cops give tickets to girls who take their clothes off? Peter, that’s how girls get out of tickets.” And Laura unfastened the waist of her shorts, beginning to work them down off her hips.

“Geez! Can’t you wait until we get there?”

Laura lifted her ass to get her shorts off without having them pinned between her body and her seat. “I want to be ready the minute we arrive.”

“Ready for what?” Peter asked, desperately looking at the road ahead to make sure it was clear, then cocking his head to watch as Laura slid her shorts down over her sleek thighs. They draped loosely around her trim calves.

“Look at the hard-on you’ve got, Peter. From just one naked girl. We can’t have you walking around like that at your parents’ place. We need to take the edge off.

Laura heeled her shoes off and worked her feet free of the clinging shorts. Then she sat, naked and gorgeous—so overpowering in her nudity that Peter refused to look at her, feverishly keeping his gaze straight ahead.

A sheen of sweat shone on his brow. It amused Laura; she leaned over and put her hand on his right knee.

The shock of contact made Peter’s foot press down reflexively, putting the gas pedal to the floor. The van jumped forward. There was a sedan right ahead of them; Peter had to swerve into the right lane to keep from rear-ending it.

The couple inside noticed the near-miss. They turned to look at Peter’s van and saw Laura in the passenger seat, naked as could be, and with a friendly smile for them.

The next thing Peter knew, the sedan had stomped on the brakes and taken a turn-off. He wondered if they’d decided it was time to take a break from the road.

“Are you just going to sit there, naked, all the way to the camp?” he asked.

“Why not? I’ll be walking around naked when we get there. Maybe you can get used to it by then.”

“I doubt many people will take advantage of the option—maybe if they’re going swimming.”

“You mean you wouldn’t,” Laura retorted. “But I want to be naked. There’ll be no one taking pictures of me, no one treating it as a big deal, and the other people will be naked too. Attractive people like you. So I’ll want to fuck them.”

“I don’t think you’re quite grasping my parents’ legacy,” Peter said in a dumbfounded tone.

“What? Fucking? How do you think you got here?”

“No! The spa. It’s not a big key party. It’s a place where people like us can relax, take a load off, be free of our obligations. The clothing thing is just a part of that. I didn’t invite you X-Men so I could see you naked. I thought the Avengers, the FF, they’re used to being able to decompress and unwind. All you X-Men have is your mansion, and it’s always getting renovated by Sentinels. This spa is neutral ground, top-secret. Even I didn’t know about it until a little while ago, when the will finally said I was old enough to inherit it.”

Laura had heard it all before. She knew Peter did this—threw himself into brainy verbiage to distract himself from bodily things. Ironically, she found it tantalizing. The knowledge that her naked body had Peter nervous and trying to keep himself under control made her far hornier than if he were all suave and smooth and tryingto flirt with her.

“Could you take the next side road, please?” Laura asked. “We need to pull over.”

“Sure, Laura, why?”

“Just do it, please.”

Peter did what she wanted, turning off onto a little-used road that took a looping turn a short ways away from the highway. There was nothing ahead for the few miles they could see. Peter pulled over, a copse of trees in the way muffling the sound of engines on the highway, and cut the running motor.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in a concerned tone. “Feeling carsick?”

Laura shook her head. “I’m fine. I just know you won’t let me play with your cock while you’re driving.”

Peter’s mouth gaped open. The stunned expression was just the look Laura wanted him to be wearing. She swept into the back of the van, toggling his seat lever on the way so that his bucket seat dropped back horizontal. Her hands dug into Peter’s shoulders and she pulled him out from under his seatbelt, landing him on the edge of one of the beds. Then she was kneeling in front of him, interposing her body between his open legs to keep them apart, and reaching for his zipper.

Peter belatedly found his voice. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked through a daze of confused arousal.

“Well, now that you’re not driving anymore, I’m playing with your cock,” Laura told him calmly, as if she were humoring him as she went about doing the most natural thing in the world.

Peter’s mouth hung open again as she undid his zipper. With his fly gaping open, she tugged his pants and briefs down off his hips. It was hard to see what she was doing in the dark interior of the van, under the shade of the trees that shielded them from view, but her eyes were quickly adjusting to the lack of light.

And she didn’t need to see his cock to know how big it was. The smell was overwhelming, a musk of intense masculine arousal. She knew it was the kind of prick an alpha male brought to bear on any bitch he wanted. And she was happy to be his bitch right now.

“People would definitely notice if you walked around with that thing even half-hard,” she breathed.

“I wasn’t going to get hard!” Peter argued defensively.

“Oh no?”

Laura ran her fingertips lightly along the lengthy slab of meat. Peter shuddered and moaned—the feather-soft touch sank deep into his manhood, exciting the blood into a racing surge of heat. He finally closed his mouth, looking down at Laura’s gently stirring caress as if unable to believe such an immense sensation was coming with so little effort. Or the massive effect it was having, as his already weighty endowment grew harder and stiffer, rearing up like a pillar being erected until it about blotted out his view of Laura’s smugly smiling little face.

“That looks uncomfortable,” Laura said with an unmistakable coo over the angry red coloring of his erection, its visible pulse holding her eye. “Would you really have walked around your nudist camp with a huge hard-on like that instead of just asking me to take care of it for you?”

“I wouldn’t… I’d… I’d’ve done something… jacked off, maybe,” Peter admitted.

“Why? Don’t you know I want your cum?”

“I… I…”

“You were going to give me your cum, right? And as long as I’m getting your cum, the least I can do is get you off. Why should you have to do it when I’m right there? That doesn’t make sense, Peter.”

Peter’s voice began to hoarsen. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this, Laura… you’re so young… barely eighteen… half my age, almost…”

“Don’t worry, I like older men, so long as they have big cocks,” Laura assured him. “You have a very big cock. Do you come a lot? I like lots of cum.”

“Well, ah, geez…”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get all the cum out of you I can manage. Just relax and let me take care of it. Anyway, you’ve been driving for a long time. You need a break.”

“Yeah. A break,” Peter said dazedly. “Why not?”

Laura was glad he hadn’t been expecting this. He didn’t have any denial ready, any reason not to go through with it. He seemed to know this fellatio was out of his wheelhouse, not something he would normally do and a far more impulsive act than he was used to. But he was too dazed to come up with a reason not to.

That was just fine with Laura. She only needed a headstart, not to be shut down. Once she’d gotten to work on him, then he wouldn’t deny her anything.

She firmed her hold on his potent length and pumped it, her hand moving fast and hard along his shaft. Peter’s face reddened; his nostrils flared. His eyes became glassy, looking at Laura as a sex object, her naked body an added spice to the pleasure her hand was giving him. Then his prick really began to harden, now that he wasn’t fighting it, growing even more engorged than it had been before.

“Oh my God,” Laura gasped.

She’d spoken of his hard-on being uncomfortable, but when that massive endowment was lodged in her, it would be more than discomfort she felt. It’d be a very real pain. And Laura couldn’t wait for it. She knew that however much it hurt to be stretched by that fat cock, she’d love the pleasure it brought her even more.