The Road South

The lake was still half-asleep when I pulled the car onto the road out of Taupō. Mist clung to the surface like steam rising from a secret, and the world smelled of wet earth and coffee.

Violet sat beside me, hair tied in a loose knot that would never survive the trip. Dressed in her short mustard skirt, tight black top and matching pink bra and knickers Violet was gorgeous as always.

She was reading the list she’d written the night before—her “road-trip scavenger hunt.” I hadn’t agreed to much, as it was being drafted.

“First to spot something on the list wins,” she said, the corner of her mouth lifting. “Loser has to remove an item of clothing.”

I pretended to sigh. “You do realise you make up the rules as you go, right?”

“That’s part of the fun,” she said, sliding her sunglasses down her nose just enough for me to catch the sparkle in her eyes.

The road stretched south and was quiet except for the hum of the tires. The early light caught her face in flashes—cheeks still pink from the cold.

We’d barely reached Tūrangi when she leaned across me, nearly in my lap, and pointed out the window.

“There! A sheep that looks like it’s judging you.”

It did. A puffball of wool staring down the car like it knew something I didn’t.

“That’s ridiculous,” I said.

“It’s on the list. You lose.” She sat back, satisfied. “You’re taking something off.”

I groaned, but she was already watching me expectantly. I chose the easiest thing to remove while driving, my jacket.  

Violet’s laughter filled the car, light and unguarded. She leaned her head against the window, smiling at the glass. “Not bad, Tony. That was… unexpectedly hot.”

“Unexpectedly?”

She smirked without answering, which was answer enough.

By the time we reached the Desert Road, the landscape had opened wide—endless brown tussock, the mountains sharp against a bright sky. The air inside the car felt different; the kind of quiet that hums.

Violet leaned forward, hair tumbling over her shoulder. “Something red that shouldn’t be red,” she read from the list.

A few minutes later I spotted a weather-faded mailbox shaped like a cow, painted a deep cherry red. I pointed.

Her groan was theatrical. “Fine, I’ll take my bra off”

Past Taihape, the hills softened into rolling green. Violet dozed for a while, her hand resting palm-up between us on the console. I didn’t mean to take it, but I did. The warmth of her skin against mine was simple, grounding. When she stirred, she didn’t pull away.

A few minutes later she sat up and said, “Next clue—something shaped like a heart.”

I pointed to a cloud, soft and perfectly formed, floating above the ranges.

She looked up, then at me, and laughed quietly. “You really are too good at this.”

 “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Her voice dropped, playful but edged. “Depends what you plan to do with your victory.”

“I’ll think of something,” I said.

And I did.

Then she removed her knickers.

We turned off at Toe Toe Road a little before 10:30. The river below shimmered silver under the sun, slow and steady against the rocks. We parked on the gravel beside the river.

Violet stretched, the hem of her skirt lifting just enough to make my pulse stumble. “We’ve been in that car for hours,” she said. “Time to stretch our legs.”

We walked along the riverbank down toward the water. The air smelled like clover and river stones. At the bottom, she stopped, looked back at me, and grinned. “Last item on the list,” she said. “Something that makes your heart race.”

I took a step closer. “You really want me to win again?”

“That depends what my punishment will be.”

I reached out, brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. “This.”

For a moment neither of us moved. The sound of the river filled the space where words should have been. Then she leaned forward just slightly, her forehead resting against mine.

Everything slowed—the wind, the water, even my heartbeat—like the world was giving us a moment to decide what came next.

She whispered, “That counts, you know.”

“Yeah,” I said. “It does.”

We found a tree she could lean up against I lifted her skirt and felt her wet cunt.  She bent forward and spread he legs, a small voltage ran through me. I undid my zip and slid my very hard cock out. I rubbed my cock against her pussy lips and then drove into her deep and hard.

The thrusts were fast and violent. Violet screamed with pleasure as I went deeper. Then all of a sudden I could feel it rising and I exploded inside her while keeping the strokes up.

As we walked back to the car I noticed the rivers of cum flowing down her legs.

When we finally got back in the car Violet scribbled something on the bottom of the scavenger list, folded it, and tucked it into the glove box.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Bonus round,” she said. “Find something unexpected that feels like the start of something good.”

The road bent south toward Wellington, the river fading behind us, the game still between us but changed—no longer a list of things to find, but a quiet promise of what might be waiting once the journey ended.