After dinner, which I had a simple bacon burger and a tea, it was my turn to drive the last leg while Amber idly slept in the passenger seat.
I had long ago given up on trying to pull the yoga pants out of my crack and off my bits as the pants gave me a permanent wedgie and remained glued to my body like a second skin.
How women wear Yoga pants if all they did was ride up your crevices was beyond me as I knew it was completely uncomfortable. Not that I'm complaining about women wearing yoga pants as even I appreciated what they did....still it gave me a newfound respect.
And the mini jacket that was two sizes too small on me wasn't helping with things like circulation so needless to say I was completely uncomfortable in my own skin.
Still it was nicer than being dressed in drag. Especially those stupid booty shorts that did nothing but let my cheeks hang out....along with my cock hanging out as there was no room for the appendage.
So yeah, I gave up tugging at the material until it finally settled into what seemed like a stopping point. The longer I sat there with the perma-wedgie the more and more it seemed comfortable. Though the whole 'second skin' was completely foreign to me so it wasn't exactly too comfortable but comfortable enough to not irritate me.
All I know is that after today I might just have to buy a new set of yoga pants and hoodie for Alyssa Neil and just burn this set after the wedgie decided to ride so high into my crack as it seemed easier than having it cleaned. Though there's only so many washes a pair of yoga pants can withstand and I think even at the harshest setting wouldn't be enough to get my ass juice smell out of the fuckers.
Still I drove the windy roads of our state following Amber's GPS trying to ignore my second skin as we approached closer and closer to the location where we would meet up with my sister and the boat that may or may not have Hunters on board.
Time slowly dwindled as the sun set and night came on as I continued to drive the back roads avoiding just about every highway possible driving at a near snail's pace never going above 50 MPH which irritated me to no end because all it seemed we were doing was zig zagging the highway as we drove to the agreed lake.
Still I drove as we listened to whatever music Amber had on her phone, as that was the phone connected to the car, and I kept flipping through her music mainly because her tastes were not mine. Eventually after the 50th song flip I just went to the radio and found a station I liked.
Once I found the station and stopped annoying Amber by flipping through the music and channels she eventually nodded off for a nap while I drove.
Then came the painstaking and mind numbing drive through forested back roads where I waited for a deer or wild animal to jump out at any moment while I tried to follow the electronic voice on which roads to take.
Time dwindled more as I was sure crickets were chirping as I drove through the roads and somehow when I looked at the clock it somehow hit 1130pm and was still roughly two hours away from our meeting place.
Well within the time frame as soon as I showed up to the boat would become an all out party.....or at the very least I won't have to worry about hiding any more.
I looked at the snoring Amber lightly thinking that at 1201am December 1st I could wake up Amber and talk her into a roadie.
The more I thought about it the more I wanted it but I figured that somehow that would knock me out waiting exactly 1 minute after December to officially nut blasting my accumulated storage of spunk without getting confirmation that I had officially won.
Somehow I can see Becky berating the shit out of me for waiting exactly ONE MINUTE before I blew my wad without getting confirmation that I had officially won.
No, I needed to wait.
Somehow before I knew it I had this internal dialogue as each minute passed.
1131pm: 29 more minutes
1132pm: 28 more minutes til I win
1133pm: holy shit I can't believe this is happening
1134pm: 26 minutes
1135pm: 25.... I CAN'T WAIT!!
1136pm: I wonder what I'll do first?
1137pm: who should I do first?
1138pm: I wonder how long will I last after a month?
1139pm: should I masturbate first?
1140pm: na that's a waste
1141pm: I smiled after imagining unloading my first load into someone officially starting my promised twinkie process
1142pm: will my first load be thick?
