These are our stories, embellished, but true. Names have been changed, dialogue and details added for literary purposes, but these events actually somewhat happened.
The Right to Bare...All Part 2
The weekend following the wedding we attended, I, along with several members of my women's triathlon club, was signed up to participate in a short course event taking place in North Carolina.
The club, which boasts almost 100 members, owns a 15 passenger Ford hi-top van that some of us use to travel to non-local events. A lot of the women, with their families, drive themselves. Our gear, luggage and bikes travel in an enclosed trailer that we tow behind the van.
I got in the habit of using the van before I met Zach, as it afforded me the opportunity of not having to drive home after a grueling event. Zach and I have used his van to travel to several competitions this year. However, it is currently in the shop getting suspension work done. Since only seven of us would be using the van this time, I wanted Zach to join me. Of course he agreed. Not only because I was participating, but because he, like most men, loved to look at physically fit women in tight clothing flexing their muscles. And also because he's an excellent bike mechanic and helps out the support vehicle team.
Because it was around a six hour ride, and the event started at 9:00AM on Sunday, we were leaving around 5:00PM on Saturday night and would arrive at our motel around 11:30PM.
After we were loaded our gear, I claimed the farthest back row seat for Zach and myself. No one objected, since I was the tallest of the women and being with Zach, the rear bench gave me room to lay down and relax.
I tossed my pillow and blanket on the seat as Zach slid in first, since he wanted to be able to lean against the window and rest when I stretched out.
"Did you bring the cooler?" I asked, almost in a panic.
We would only be stopping for restroom breaks and I needed to hydrate and eat.
"Got it right here, under the seat next to our backpack," Zach assured.
"Whew. Thanks. I thought I forgot it."
We had stocked the cooler with water, juices, protein bars, a couple bananas, some yogurt and crackers. The backpack held our toiletries, charger cords and some underwear, since all our other clothes and my gear was in the bag that would be locked in the trailer overnight.
"Small crowd tonight," Zach remarked. "What's the deal? Too tough an event?"
"I think because it's so far away and the expense of having to stay overnight. I almost bailed on it too, since we were just away last weekend. But I would've lost my entry fee and room deposit. Besides, I need to compete to test my conditioning. It's been awhile."
"Let me just say, I think your stamina is just fine. Based on how you performed last weekend," Zach said with a smirk.
"Yeah, well, unfortunately that stamina, as great as it may be, doesn't translate into swimming 1500 meters, biking 25 miles and then running a 10K."
We departed on time. There were two people in each of the four bench seats, not counting the driver. It wasn't until about two and a half hours in, after the rest stop, and as the sun was starting to set, that the conversations waned and everyone began settling in, trying to rest.
As I put my pillow against Zach's leg I said, "Get yourself comfortable Babe. I'm gonna lay down."
Zach bookmarked what he was reading, closed his tablet and twisted himself into the corner, his head against the glass.
"We'll that doesn't look comfortable."
I was wearing long running tights, so I removed them, leaving me in just my T-shirt and panties. I folded then up and placed them between the window and his head.
"Better?"
"Much. Thanks."
I slid my body down, placed my head on the pillow and pulled the blanket over me.
I tried to sleep for over an hour, but had no success. What with both of us twisting and turning trying to find a satisfying position, I eventually relented and sat up, pulled the blanket over both of us and snuggled under Zach's arm.
I slid my hand under his shirt and began playing with his nipples. He looked down at me smiling as he reached under and had to adjust his now swelling dick. I immediately began sliding my thumb and forefinger along its growing sides, making it even harder.
Obviously, next came me undoing the button and unzipping the fly so I could reach into his boxers and put flesh to flesh.
"Remember earlier this year when I jerked you off under a blanket on the bench at Valley Forge? With all those people walking and cycling by."
"Of course."
