Road Trip Stories Novels & Stories

Two couples share a wild night out in the wilderness. Enjoy. ************* Camping holds a special place in my heart. I grew up in the Pacific Northwest and spent many a summer night camping outdoors with my family. During my college years, my friends and I would sometimes spend days at a time out in the wilderness, hiking, fishing, drinking heavily, and usually smoking quite a bit of weed. Those were some of the best days of my life, and some of the most memorable nights. Off the top of my head, I can rattle off at least a dozen hilarious stories from those trips, the kind my friends and I never tire of retelling when we get together. But none of those camping stories even remotely compares

They grabbed my bags and loaded them in the Tahoe. I took the cigarettes out of my purse and threw them in the trash. Then I walked around the motel room to make sure we didn't leave anything behind. While Brodie and Deck had a deep discussion by the car. When Deck folded himself into my car I came out and waved bye then climbed in the Tahoe. I had no idea where we were going because Brodie had not mentioned anything besides saying check out was eleven-thirty and we needed to be out by then.

Day 01 of Maggie's road trip with her father and uncle. This story is for entertainment purposes only. All characters are fictional and 18 years or older. The road sex trip is five days long, so the story will be told in chapters. Please feel free to rate, comment, send messages, and follow. Enjoy.. *****

Just them—reconnected, real. The drive to the lake house the next morning was six hours of nostalgia wrapped in laughter and quiet reflection. Jake drove the lead SUV with Nora shotgun, Ethan and Mia in the back. Robin and Sophia followed in the second car with Alex and Sarah. Windows down, playlists rotating through old songs that had soundtracked their chaos. The journey became a rolling time capsule. They stopped at the same roadside diner from last summer, sharing milkshakes and stories. Sarah and Alex recounted their charged evolution from hate to something steady. Nora roasted Jake’s terrible driving from past trips.

As we traversed the open road, our conversations were filled with laughter and excitement. "We could stumble upon hidden waterfalls, explore quaint little towns, or maybe even find a secluded beach where we can watch the stars," Wyatt mused, his eyes shining with excitement. The landscape changed as we drove, from rolling hills to dense forests and winding coastal roads. Each passing mile brought us closer to the unknown, fueling our sense of adventure. Several hours into our journey, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, we spotted a small sign by the roadside advertising a local carnival. Without hesitation, we followed the arrow and found ourselves in a bustling fairground.

But she was determined not to let Robin notice her discomfort, or else he might not let her go hiking with him tomorrow. As they get closer to civilisation, the roads become tarred and the trucks radio starts to pick up some music stations which is a nice relief from the quiet ride they’ve had up to now. Cammie has tried to make some conversation along the way, but Robins mind is preoccupied with thoughts of town, and how dangerous and stupid this trip could turn out to be for Cammie.

She broke the silence first, her voice dry. “Just so we’re clear, this is the worst road trip idea in history. Haunted convent, in the middle of nowhere, chased by creepy men in robes. Who writes this stuff?” Cillian didn’t glance back. “We’re not in a story.” “Could’ve fooled me,” Lola muttered. She pulled her knees up onto the seat, watching the blur of hedges rush past the window. “At least in stories you get snacks. Or music. We’ve got silence and dread.”

It was when she got the information from the doctor that she was expecting triplets that she had gone to stand in the middle of a road to end her life, as she knew she wouldn't be able to take care of three all by herself. Roland, who was driving down the road, immediately stepped on the brakes and stopped right in front of Emma. Emma had cried and screamed at him to hit her and drive away like nothing ever happened, but Roland couldn't. When he saw the state that Emma was in, he decided to help her. He took care of her till she was stable, and then he asked for her to follow him abroad, since he was going there for business. Emma immediately agreed, as she didn't have anything else to do he

This proved there was a God, even if not what typical men thought. Soon they were in the Accord and driving west. It almost felt like they were in a race with the sun. Faith wore a lavender sundress with a bra and a matching thong. Sandals set on the floorboard as her feet rested on the dash. She loved road trips and missed taking them. There were so many places she wanted to see and explore. Once past the tollbooths on the Beeline, they'd hit I-4 to 275 and the Gulf Coast. They'd be in the car for almost three hours. She grinned with a wicked delight at all the possibilities.

I nod and put on my seatbelt. Road trips are the best. What I love the most about it is the song that chips from the radio and us dancing to it. The last time I went on a road trip was when Evan and I wanted to go watch the sunrise. We drove a five-hour drive in which we took turns. It was stressful but it was great and worth it. I turn on the radio and it was playing random country music. I like it. "Hopping in the roads, climbing on the mountains, tell me what you want, and I will tell you what I-" I halted as Jason turned off the radio