The Scottish backpacker part 1

My journey across Australia, discovering a backpacker on his bicycle, saving him from a storm. The decision that keeps on giving.

I was in a toxic relationship with another looser. We'd been together for 3 years, and while in general he was a nice guy, the red flags were starting to show, then when his controlling mannerisms, that I hadn't noticed, until it was mentioned to my by a girl friend.
He slowly started his controlling ways, buying me clothes, ordering my meals when we went out, encouraging me to go to the gym with him, daily, and he'd suggest more intense routines for me.
I didn't even think anything of it when he'd want to use my phone, but he was going through my contacts, messages and the history, which I didn't realise.
I started taking more notice them when I started resisting his control, he got physical, pushing me around but then the one time he slapped me across the face, I packed my clothes and walked out on him. No man ever has the right to do that ever, and it was simply because I didn't want to wear what he told me to.

I started looking for work interstate and soon I was on my way to Western Australia.

I had a month before I started my job so I had time to enjoy the 4000 km drive, taking in the sites and look for somewhere to live.

I'd been to Adelaide before so I drove to Ceduna and stayed there for a couple of days sightseeing and just enjoying being alone, doing as I pleased.
I had my push bike with me, and enjoyed pedaling around town, stopping at a cafe, then back to the cabin at the caravan park and relaxing with no external stress. It was just what I needed.

I set out on the next part of the trip, 500 KMS, and the weather had turned horrible. Being winter it can get really cold and windy. The sky was very dark as I headed west.
The Nullarbor Plain was somewhere that I'd always planned to go to and bad weather wasn't going to stop me.
I stopped off at Fowler's Bay, but the wind and rain made it impossible to enjoy the spectacular scenery, so I settled for fish n chips and a coffee from the caravan park cafe, which was incredibly good.
The rain seemed to have set in, so I continued with my journey.

Finally back on the highway after a wet slippery dirt road, I still had over an hours drive in the wet windy road.
The driving conditions were the worst i'd ever been in, that's when I noticed him, struggling to continue moving was the sad, very defeated figure of a Youngman doing his best to pedal his push bike into the wind.

I pulled off the road in front of him,

"Get in," as I slowly went past him. I'd stopped just Infront of him, giving him space for his bike behind my car, then he happily sat I'm the front seat out of the horrible weather.

"Thank you so much," said the elated, very wet young man, taking the hand towel I held out for him in an accent didn't recognise wit only a few words, "it's crazy out there,"

"I know right, that's why I had to stop for you, I'm Elle,"

"I'm so glad you did, I really need a rest out of the wind, I'm Ian, from Scotland," he smiled, drying his face, neck and hair.
I adjusted the cars heating and fan to assist warm him up.
We sat there, chatting about his journey.
Finally the rain eased, a little bit the wind was howling, so I took a chance and offered him a lift, I just couldn't let him continued riding in this weather.

"Hey," I said looking at his soaking wet clothes, "how about I give you a lift," he sat contemplating, "I'm only going to the next Roadhouse and I've already booked a room, and I don't feel right letting you ride in this weather." He smiled.

"I've refused other offers for a lift, but this time," he said, looking out the window at the horrible weather, "I think I'll accept, thank you," I too smiled.

"While it's not raining and much we can put your bike in the bike rack, have you got some dry clothes to change into?"

"Yeah, luckily I did my washing already so I do,"
With the rain easing, we quickly loaded his saddle bags and small back pack in the car, fixed his bike to the bike rack and he quickly changed clothes, then off we went for Yalata Roadhouse.

"Oh wow, I'd forgotten how good it was sitting in a car travelling," he said in his broad Scottish accent, which I found quite sexy.
He'd been on the road for two months, starting off in Sydney and biking his way out to Broken Hill and worked at a bakery for a couple of weeks then on to Adelaide.
I found his stories so exciting and his accent, which at first I had difficulties with, but now it was easier.
I think as his hair dried, and he got more colour in his face after warming up, I found him more attractive.
He was a solid man, close to 6 feet tall, his red hair and stubble, gave him a rugged, wild look but he seemed the exact opposite. As he sat next to me in shorts and t shirt, I couldn't help but keep glancing at his muscley legs.

I was enjoying his company, he didn't seem to be an egotistical male that I had become used to being around, and when he laughed, I felt so at ease and relaxed. I was happy with my decision to stop for him.

We arrived at the Roadhouse and I booked into my room. I suggested he shared my room with me, as the bad weather had set in and it would be impossible for him to ride in it. He thanked me but felt he'd feel more comfortable having his own room, but due to the bad weather, other travellers had decided to stay until it cleared and there were no rooms available. He finally agreed to accept my offer and stay in my room.

We drove to the front of the room, opened the door and we both stood looking. The room, while dry and warm, was tiny and had just one double bed.

"Looks like we'll be sharing a bed," I chuckled.

"No, I can sleep on the floor, I have my sleeping bag and camp mattress, I can roll it out there," he pointed to the only bit of floor space in the room.

"No way, I'm sure we can both fit on the bed so just chill, it'll be ok."
He didn't reply, he just looked at me then turned and went out to the car and bright in his bags,
"Which bag do you need?" He asked.
I told him what I needed and he grabbed them for me, asking if I could put the kettle on so we can have coffee. I was enjoying having him around, and found it comforting that he offered to do things, rather than ordering me around, which is what I had become so accustomed to.

I suggested he have the first shower since he was the one riding in the rain but he told me I should and he'd go get some food for us. I was really enjoying his thoughtfulness, and agreed.
I showed and put on a sleeveless dress with a cardigan, when I came out of the shower, he had coffee made for us and two wonderful looking burgers, and two vanilla slices, which I'd mentioned I liked on our drive here. He truly was a nice guy.

After we ate, he went for a shower and came out smelling wonderful, clean shaved and his firey red hair neatly brushed and I couldn't help but just look at him, and smiled showing my approval.

"Wow, you scrub up alright," like a gentleman, he simply smiled and thanked me.
I have to admit, I was very attracted to him. Not just his looks, but just him, his thoughtful ways, his kind actions and the way he spoke. He was a true gentleman in so many ways.
We had the heating on in the cabin and I had got much warmer and decided to take offy cardigan and that was the first time I noticed him have a good look at me, really drinking in how I looked, not smiling, but I don't know, I don't think anyone had looked at me in such a way, ever. And I was enjoying it.

No words were spoken, none needed. I walked over to him, and kissed him. He didn't resist but kissed me back.
What a kiss. He put his big rugged hands on my back, caressing me, pulling me closer to him. Oh my god he was making me feel so alive, so wanted, I felt things I'd never experienced before.

I felt his hardness grow, and started gently grinding against it, he responded, grinding against me, dry humping me.
My quiet moans, escaping from my throat, my hands clawing at his back, then I found the waistband of his shorts and tugged at them. He helped get them off and I held his cock in my hand.
"Aye lassie, stroke my cock, ye we girly, it feels grand." The way he spoke definitely had an effect on me, I felt my pussy tingle and leak, I knew I was so wet.
I dropped to my knees, took his hard cock into my mouth and began slowly taking it all in my mouth and down my throat, bobbing my head gladly, looking up at him, his eyes closed, sucking in his bottom lip then exhaling in pleasure, resting both hands on my head, but not pushing, allowing me to go at my own pace. His hips slowly rocking in time with my head, not forcing his cock any deeper than I wanted, it was the most sensual head job I've ever given and was happy giving him pleasure.

His hips shuddered slightly,
"Ye god lassie, I'm going to cum, just warning ye," giving me an option but I needed to take his cum down my throat, he deserves it.
I'd never felt so good taking a cock in my throat, he had a way, without doing anything in particular that had me so willing to please him.
I had my hand around his cock, milking him as I felt the wonderful hard shot of his thick cum shoot down my throat, closing my eyes as I eagerly drank it all down.

"Aye, that's pure dead brilliant lassie, so smashing," I figured he enjoyed what I was doing, even though his words confused me a little.

I let his cock slip out of my mouth, looked up at him, smiling, proud of what I'd done, he had a look of approval.

"Put it in me, fuck me please,"
"I've never done this before," he said quietly. I was a little shocked, but I felt a weird tingle overcome my body.

He manoeuvred himself between my legs, I held his hard, thick cock in my hand, guiding him to my waiting hole.
"Oh god I'm so happy to be your first, just take your time and enjoy the ride sweety," I said seductively.
He slowly pushed the purple head into the folds of my pussy, I gripped my legs behind my knees pulling them up to my ears, he was taking his weight on his outstretched arms so it was just our hips in contact, he was soon balls deep in my cunt, then slowly found a wonderful steady rhythm.

"That feels so good, baby, yes just like that, oooh fuck yes, oh god I love how your cock feels filling my cunt so well,"
Ian's face was going red as he steadily continued gently thrusting his cock in and out. I could feel the sensation of his cock sliding inside my body and it was having the desired effect on me. The tension was building as was my orgasm. I started fucking him, wrapping my legs around his hips, thrusting my own hips harder,
"Fuck me Ian, fuck me harder baby, make me cum, fuck me with your big cock, fuck me, fuck me," my tone more urgent, my movement more urgent as well could feel my body appreciating every long stroke.

I felt my cunt contracting, my body began shuddering, my back arched, biting my bottom lip as he picked up the pace and intensity,
"FUCK YESS, I'M CUMMING," I exclaimed, my hips thrashing and gyrating wildly, I roughly grabbed both of my boobs squeezed them hard as my entire body shook.

Ian was now pounding me hard, and the veins on his forehead poking out from the effort he was exerting.
My hips now bucking wildly as my orgasm seemed to just go on and on, then his body seemed to shudder, his breath quickened and he let out a few grunts while his hips shuddered as I felt a load of cum shoot into my womb as he was cumming hard.
"Yes, yes yes fill me up, give me your spunk, oh god that feels incredible," but before I'd finished, he fell off me laying on his back, breathing hard.
Not wanting to miss the opportunity, I was quickly on my knees, mouth on his cock taking in our sex juices off his cock, my hand between my legs rubbing my clit completing my orgasm.
I cleaned him up and began settling down, collapsed into his arm, my head on his chest.

We both lay in silence, breathless but happy.
"Was that really your first time?"

"With a female yes,"

"No way!" I was shocked. "I feel quite privileged that I was the very lucky girl you gave your virginity to." I said with a sense of pride.

"I had a very quiet sheltered life, and it's only the third time I've had sex," he went on. "I can't say if I'm straight or gay, I really don't have a preference but if that was anything to go by, I'm definitely swinging towards strait." He chuckled.
We kissed, oh what a kiss, so passionate so m-m-m, it felt great.

We fell asleep in each others arm and I was woken up in the middle of the night with Ian rubbing my clit,

"Oh baby," I said quietly, "such a wonderful way to be woken up, are you a little bit horny baby?"

"I woke up and saw your gorgeous body and I just needed to have you,"
We kissed and my legs fell apart, my hand on his cock, which was hard as a rod. He had me so worked up rubbing my clit, I needed his cock.
I was so wet but I wanted to give this hot youngman a different experience, so I got on my hands and knees,
"Fuck me doggy style," I whispered. He hesitated,
"You want me to fuck your ass?" He questioned.

"Fuck no, fuck my pussy from behind damn it," I laughed.  "It's ok baby, let me teach you how I love being fucked, and your cock is so big I can't wait for it to be in my cunt," I said screwing my nose up teasingly.
He was soon on his knees behind me. Again I took hold of his cock, guiding it where it was needed. He grabbed my hips, his grip tightening as I lined his cock up with my fuck hole and he let out a little moan as I pushed back,
"Oh fuck," is all he said as he began rocking his hips, going deeper inside me.
I closed my eyes, and enjoyed the sensation of his hard cock slowly entered me. I've never been able to explain exactly the feeling I get being pleasantly penetrated by a penis, other than saying it's fucking amazing and I absolutely adore the feeling.
I groaned as I pushed back on his cock,
"Yes baby push deeper, I need you to be rough, give it to me hard,"
He then gave me a few hard thrusts, slamming my bum cheeks hard forcing his cock hard and deep as he pulled my  hips hard against him
"AHHH FUCK YES, that's it baby, Iike that, yes, yes."
Unfortunately he wasn't a vocal lover. I enjoyed a vocal lover telling me how good my cunt felt, or how I was such a dirty cum slut, it really helps my orgasm. I decided to get him talking dirty to me.
"Do you like what you're doing?"

"Oh yeah, aye,"

"And what are you doing?"

"Fucking you,"

"With what, describe what you're doing," he got the idea,

"I'm loving my cock in your tight cunt, slamming it inside your slutty fuck hole."

"Mmm yes that's fucking hot, I love your cock slamming me, now fuck me you Scottish cunt,"
He obviously enjoyed telling me what he was doing as he started pounding me harder, pulling my hips harder against him.

My head dropped and my back arched as my orgasm began, he felt my cunt clamp down on his cock as I began shaking. I reached for my clit, and as soon as I touched it, it sent a shock like sensation all through my body and I yelled,

"OH GOD YES, IM CUMMING, FUCK ME BABY, FUCK ME,"
To our surprise, the lady in the room next door banged on the wall shouting,

"FOR FUCK SAKE MAKE HER CUM SO WE CAN ALL GET SOME SLEEP."

Which actually did help me cum, and kindly replied,
"I'm cumming now, sorry," we laughed as I cum quickly and a little quieter.
"I think we should get to sleep."  I said quietly, grinding on his cock, still rubbing my clit carrying on with a silent orgasm.

Ian, sensing my orgasm has subsided, but hadn't cum himself, not wanting to make more noise, slipped out of my satisfied pussy,
"Let's get some sleep," he whispered. I simply nodded my head, rolled towards him, hugged and kissed him,

"Good night, sweety, and thank you."