All of us at The Weather Channel knew Ida was going to be a major event. Even though it started out slowly in the Caribbean, it had the potential to become a really big storm as it churned across the warm waters of the Gulf of Mexico. Accordingly, once it became clear that Louisiana was going to be the epicenter of the impact in the United States, they started assigning meteorologists to remotes. Typically this involves an on camera meteorologist, a cameraman, and a producer. The storm was expected to impact a wide area between Mobile and Lake Charles, and it was all hands on deck. Folks who didn't usually get out of town on these things were being sent all over.
I do video work, and have done quite a few of these remote broadcasts. While they have their challenges-usually these mean going out in some seriously bad conditions; standing in 80 MPH winds while trying to balance a camera on your shoulder is no mean feat-it's nice to get out of the office for a day, or several, though sometimes, depending on who you're working with, even a couple of days in the field isn't as much fun as you'd hope. I lucked out this time, and got assigned to go to Baton Rouge with Jacqui Jeras.
Jacqui and I had become friendly, if not friends, over several years, first when I coordinated the speakers for a program I worked with at a college in the south, and later after moving to Atlanta. Jacqui is a joy to work with, and fun to hang with when we're not getting windblown or knee deep in some storm ravaged place a long way from home. So I was delighted to see I was assigned to be her video guy on this trip. It promised to be real work-the storm was predicted to be a Cat 4 when it hit, and the track was right up the Mississippi valley, so we in Baton Rouge could expect to be hit hard.
Alison, our producer, was going to fly down to New Orleans and get us set up at a hotel, and whatever other preparations needed to be done. I got a van and loaded up all the usual stuff I take on these jaunts, since I was going to drive down. I don't mind the driving, even long distance. I was an over the road trucker in a previous life, and the 500 plus miles to Baton Rouge was not a big deal for me. What I had not counted on, was Jacqui deciding to ride with me, rather than fly down with Alison.
Not that I minded. The chance to spend a whole long day with Jacqui was a welcome opportunity to get to know her better. We'd already had an on and off affair going for some time, and were becoming quite close. I was looking forward to the prospect of building that relationship a bit more now that I'd have the long ride to Louisiana with her.
We met at the station and loaded our personal gear. I had already gotten the equipment I'd need set up the night before, so I wouldn't have to waste time with it the morning of departure, since I wanted to get on the road for what would be a long driving day, likely in heavy traffic, especially as we got closer to the Gulf. I enjoyed watching Jacqui load her bags. She was wearing pedal pusher jeans and a crepe like dark pink sleeveless top. I didn't get a good look at her while she was putting her gear away, but it looked like she might be braless under it. It wouldn't be the first time she'd done that with me, and I always enjoyed the view. What was striking was seeing her lean into the van in jeans. She has an amazingly tight ass that looks stunning in pants; in jeans she'll put your eyes out. And that sweet ass only serves to accentuate her long legs. If we had not been in TWC's parking lot, I'd have pulled them down and had her right there.
By 8 AM we were rolling onto I 285 south, headed for I 20 and Alabama. I elected to take I 20 west to Birmingham, where I'd pick up I 59, which would take us to Slidell LA, and avoid the Redneck Riviera, which was bound to have issues, as all of it would be either under evacuation or shelter in place orders. We already had people going there, so our presence would be redundant. Jacqui seemed to be OK with route plan, as it would be faster than fighting what was bound to be heavy traffic and concomitant delays.
It was slow going on the Perimeter-when isn't it??-but once on I 20 we made good time. By noon central time, we were rolling into Meridian, Miss, having made only one pee stop en route. Jacqui and I were enjoying the ride, having a wide ranging conversation that covered everything under the sun-our early lives, my first marriage, our school experiences, dumb things we'd done, smart things we'd done, adventures and misadventures, you name it.
Having made good time so far, we decided we'd stop for a quick Cracker Barrel lunch. Not gourmet dining by any means, but fast enough, and decent bathrooms. We got through lunch quickly, and headed into the store to pay up and go. Jacqui asked if she could look through the candy displays for some road goodies. I thought that was a good idea, and joined her. She leaned over to look at several things on lower shelves, and sure enough, I got the view I was hoping for, right down the front of her top. While she perused the Mallow Cups, I got a good look at Jacqui's C cups, her shapely tits swaying under her top, nipples just slightly poked out. My cock twitched at the sight.
We went back to the van and headed onward, taking the split for I 59 just west of town, and on into the Mississippi coastal plain as we headed down to the sea. I 59 from Meridian to Laurel is about 50 miles of pine forest, nothing much to see but trees and roadway. I looked over at Jacqui, who was opening a Mallow Cup. As she played with the wrapper, I could see a good portion of her right breast through the gaps in the buttons on her top.
"You're a bad influence," I teased her.
She smiled and looked at me, a baffled look on her face. "Really?? How's that??"
"Going for a ride with me, and not wearing a bra, knowing I'll be watching. You know how that makes me crazy."
Jacqui laughed, opening a button, now displaying most of her right tit. I could see the curve of the underside. "You had to know I wasn't going to wear one while we were alone, right?? Besides, this is more comfortable than being bound up in one of those things all day. It's not like we're going to see anybody."
I chuckled. "True. You never do wear one when we're going to a remote. Still, the idea that you're bouncing and swaying under that thin top is incredibly arousing."
Jacqui gave me a sly smile. "Yeah?? How arousing??" She reached toward me, her eyes meeting mine, rubbing her hand across the front of my shorts. She immediately felt my hardness through the fabric. She stroked back and forth a couple of times, getting the full feel of my now straining cock. "Oh..." she said, realizing just what the effect was on me.
"You had to know that was going to happen."
She smiled broadly. "Yup!!" She laughed. Jacqui continued rubbing my stiff dick through my shorts as we rode, telling me how she loved the feel of a guy's hard cock through his pants, and how she was really enjoying the way I was getting stiffer. A point of wetness slowly showed about half way down the leg of my shorts, then grew.
"You ever do this and make a guy cum in his pants??"
"Yeah, lots of times when I was in college. I'd get them crazy, then just watch their faces as they got past the point of no return." She smiled at me. "It was fun watching the wet spot start, then get big as they shot their load, especially the guys who came a lot."
"You're so bad."
