-Ian goes for a memorable car ride-
Two days later, I was sitting at the resort's bar, hitting on some cute college co-eds on vacation. Unexpectedly, Yvonne bounced up to me, huge beaming smile. I hadn't heard anything from the women in days, and suddenly here Yvonne was, wearing a brightly decorated tie dyed beach wrap over a skimpy two piece string bikini. Every head at the bar turned to stare at this beautiful figure of wanton desire.
The two girls I was just flirting with stared at the well endowed Brazilian beauty before them.
"Come, come!" Yvonne said with her thick Brazilian accent, tugging on my arm. "We go now!"
I frowned, wondering what the fuck Yvonne was doing. I hadn't seen hide nor hair of anyone since the meltdown, and suddenly here is Yvonne using her Brazilian act to its fullest.
Still, I let Yvonne pull me away from the stunned girls. I felt a lot of envious eyes on me as we exited the door.
"What's going on?" I asked when she finally let me go.
"Get your shit! We're checking out of this dump and going on a road trip!" She said, dropping the accent and act.
"What are you talking about?" I asked irritated now, wondering if I had any remaining chance with those two co-eds.
"You remember Lily and dickhead were supposed to honeymoon in that resort thing up the coast?"
"Yeah." I said. "Honeymoon Cove or something. Expensive as hell. Good thing dad is paying for it. Wait a minute. We're going there?"
"Bingo!" Yvonne said. "Since your dad paid for it, Carina decided to set us all up there for an all expenses paid week long stay. So it's you, me, Carina and Lily!"
"Isn't it supposed to be for newly weds?" I asked suspiciously.
"Sounds perfect doesn't it?" Yvonne said.
I frowned. "Isn't there a storm coming or something?"
"Jesus Christ you're such a pussy!" Yvonne snorted angrily. "You have ten minutes. Get your shit or we're leaving without you!"
"But-" I tried to protest.
"Nine minutes fifty-nine seconds." Yvonne said, turning away. "Tick, tick!"
The rental vehicle turned out to be a four wheel drive vehicle better suited for off road use. Nominally it had four available seats, but no matter how tightly we packed the suitcases, it could only seat three people. It was like packing a dishwasher after Thanksgiving dinner.
Thinking that I would rather remain at the hotel, I volunteered to stay behind and find other transportation, but Yvonne insisted that we make only one trip. I had a momentary fantasy of Yvonne riding in my lap, but I pushed it aside, trying to remain practical. "I don't mind, really."
"We need you to drive." Lily explained. Lily was also wearing a bikini, but chose to wear shorts instead of a beach wrap. She was well stacked, but not on Yvonne's level.
"Someone can ride in my lap?" Mom volunteered. Like the others, mom too was wearing a bikini, a one piece that looked much better than before. It shaped to mom very well, but it didn't require a stretch of the imagination to picture her naked that night in the hot tub. Embarrassed where my thoughts were taking me, I looked down at their feet. All three women were wearing matching flip flops, revealing an expensive pedicure. Apparently the girls went bikini shopping and to the spa as part of getting over Lily's ex-fiance.
"No." Lily shook her head. "You know where we're going. Yvonne, you can ride in my lap."
Yvonne shook her head, gave me a smirk. "No. How about I ride in Ian's lap?"
"But he's driving!" Lily insisted.
"I'm not totally helpless." Mom said, annoyed, "I can drive. Ian, in the back, make room for Yvonne." So saying, she passed the phone with the navigation app already loaded to Lily. "Here, you navigate."
So it was agreed.
It was cramped in the back of the SUV. It helped that there wasn't a top on it, so we would get plenty of fresh air, but the old SUV wasn't built for comfort. Yvonne settled into my lap, and I wondered what would happen during the drive. Would she play it straight and make it an uneventful trip to the resort, or would she try something?
I was really hoping she would try something.
The memory of making love to her beside my passed out mother was still fresh in my mind.
"Hey!" Yvonne said. "Where's my seat belt? Ian, you slacking?"
Obediently I wrapped my arms around her waist, drawing her close to me. Holding her wouldn't do shit in case of an accident, but she sure felt good in my arms.
"You going to be okay?" Mom asked as she closed the door for us.
"Already uncomfortable." Yvonne said teasingly, squirming in my lap. "He has a roll of quarters or something in his pocket."
"Behave!" Mom laughed.
"Yvonne!" Lily echoed the sentiment.
"Hate to disappoint you, but that's my tube of lip balm." I said.
"Ian!" Mom exclaimed.
Everyone had a good laugh at my expense.
Unfortunately the road was rather smooth and once we hit the highway, mom sped up. Yvonne had to lean forward to speak to the others over the roar of the wind, giving me a great view of her back side, including most of her lovely ass.
And just as predicted, my cock decided to wake up and see what was rubbing against it.
Yvonne was well aware of what was happening as she took great delight in wiggling her ass in my lap, teasing me mercilessly.
I wasn't sure how far we had to drive, but seated there, my arms wrapped around Yvonne's waist, was something I could not have ever envisioned.
We stopped briefly for gas and snacks. I gassed up the car while the girls went in to freshen up and I could see the appreciative looks from some of the locals. The Caribbean islands may advertise itself as a tropical paradise for tourists, but crime statistics said otherwise. I felt a shiver, hoping the women would hurry. It would not help to draw unwanted attention. Replacing the nozzle, I looked to see the horizon was beginning to darken, and I hoped the rain would hold off until we got to the resort.
Eventually the women trickled out one by one until everyone was accounted for. Once more we piled into the SUV and headed north much to my relief. I prayed nobody was following us.
I'm ashamed to admit it took me as long as it it did to notice something was different. Every once in a while, Yvonne would lean forward, rising from my lap. At first I thought it was because talking to the others was more interesting, or maybe my cock was getting to be bothersome. Each time, I was afforded a great view of her bottom. Then I suddenly realized she wasn't wearing her bikini bottom! Yvonne was naked beneath her beach wrap.
Oh my god!
