Stacy carefully packed her 'overnight' bag, which in truth was really more like a vacation sized bag; she felt it was better to be prepared than to get caught with the wrong outfit. After a moment of deep thought, she added a fourth pair of shoes and decided she was covered.
Stacy was really excited about this trip for several reasons. Chief among them was the chance to be alone with Mike. She hadn't completely sorted out her feelings for him yet, but she knew it was much more than simple sexual attraction. One thing was clear; she hadn't felt this passionate about any man in a very long time.
Earlier in the day Stacy had asked Mike if he would like to take a drive out into the country with her. She had explained that she wanted to have dinner with some very good friends and then stay overnight at a small inn nearby. At first, Mike was a little reluctant. He was nervous about meeting her friends so soon, but he quickly warmed to the idea when she playfully whispered in his ear about the big four poster bed they would have at the inn.
Mike tried to concentrate on packing his overnight bag but he couldn't stop thinking about Stacy. She was simply the most incredible woman he had ever met; beautiful, smart, uninhibited, and full of surprises. In one short night she had turned him into a voyeur with a contrived little peep show. It had convinced him to ask her out, and they had shared the most incredible sexual experiences of his life. He knew that it was too soon to think about getting serious, but he really hoped this would turn out to be more than just short fling.
Looking out the window, Mike saw that it was going to be a fantastic day for a drive in the country. The autumn sun would keep the temperature quite warm during the day, although it would probably cool off quickly after sundown. Mike was looking forward to the opportunity just so he could talk with Stacy and get to know her better. Sure the wild sex was really great, but he needed more in a relationship, and he hoped she felt the same way.
Mike glanced at his watch. He still had few minutes to kill before he needed to meet Stacy so he made himself a quick cup of instant coffee and sat down to wait. He was a bit tired, but it was a good feeling. He and Stacy had made love more times in the last 12 hours than he had in the last five years, and Stacy had done things to him that in the past he could only have imagined.
"Yep", he thought. "She is one hell of a woman!"
Mike finished his coffee and put the cup into the dishwasher. Then he grabbed his bag and walked down the hall to get Stacy. There was a youthful spring in his step and he knew he had a goofy grin on his face, but he just couldn't help it.
Stacy opened the door right away when he knocked. She was wearing a short, white, pleated tennis skirt and a matching v-neck sweater and her shoes were plain white Keds. It wasn't the most sophisticated outfit, but Stacy had a knack for making even the simplest outfit look incredibly sexy.
She smiled brightly and kissed him, then handed him a somewhat large travel bag and asked, "Did you remember to pack a jacket and a pair of slacks?"
Mike snapped to attention and said crisply, "Yes Maam!"
"Good! We will have to dress for dinner.... Oh, this is going to be great fun!" She said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Do you mind if I drive?" Mike asked. Stacy was constantly surprising him, but this time he had a little surprise of his own in store for her.
"Sure Mike, that would be perfect!"
They took the elevator down to the garage and then Stacy followed Mike over to his car.
"Oh my!" exclaimed Stacy when she saw his car. "Is this yours?"
Mike grinned from ear to ear and said proudly, "It sure is. It is my one true vice."
Mike's car was a vintage, 1958 Corvette; roman red with white insets in the doors and matching red leather upholstery. He bought it right after his divorce was finalized and had paid way too much, but he didn't regret it for a second. When he saw the look on Stacy's face, he knew it had been worth every penny. She was clearly impressed.
"I absolutely LOVE it!" she squealed, and then thought "He is just full of surprises."
Mike opened the door for her and was rewarded with a great view of Stacy's appetizing breasts and shapely legs as she climbed in. He carefully stowed their bags in the trunk and then climbed in and started the engine. As always he marveled at the low throaty purr that came from the well tuned engine. He glanced over at Stacy and she had a wide smile painted on her face.
They were soon out on the road with the top down and the radio blaring. Every time they stopped at a traffic signal, Mike felt a tremendous ego boost because of the stares they got from other men. He wasn't sure if they were looking at Stacy, the Corvette, or both, but he really didn't care one way or the other.
A few minutes later Mike pulled smoothly onto the interstate out of town. The powerful engine and smooth handling of the Corvette made merging into the fast moving traffic a breeze. He settled into the center lane and relaxed with one hand on the wheel and the other on the stick shift knowing it would be at least 90 minutes before they reached their destination. Plenty of time to chat.
Stacy had a big smile on her face as she flipped up her sunglasses and winked at him. "Wheeee! This is fabulous Mike!" Then she leaned back in her seat, stretching out her slim, muscular legs. Her short, white skirt just barely covered her crotch, and Mike wondered if she was even wearing anything underneath.
It was a very clear day and the afternoon sun was beating down on them pretty hard. The temperature was in the high 70's and Mike was starting to sweat. Traffic was thinning out a bit so Mike gunned the engine and increased their speed. Soon they were out of the city and into the countryside, chatting about the scenery.
Stacy must have felt pretty warm as well, because suddenly she sat up and pulled her sweater over her head. Underneath she was wearing a simple, front tied Daisy Duke style top. The material was quite thin, and her erect nipples were practically punching holes through it.
Mike grinned and asked, "Now, just what do you think you are doing?"
"Just getting some sun..." she replied sweetly as she leaned back again.
"Stacy...Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure Mike. You can ask me anything."
"When did you first realize you were an exhibitionist?"
Stacy laughed. "Oh, not long after I was married."
"Really? What happened?"
Stacy explained, "Well, I told you about my ex and how much older he was... I guess I was a little naïve at the time, but I was impressed by the people he knew, and the places he could get into. He was already powerful man, manipulative and always looking for an advantage. I was impatient, and I knew he could give me a big house and fancy things right away."
Mike said, "It seems like you were a pretty smart young lady even then..."
Stacy said, "Thanks. But it worked both ways. He gave me the material things I wanted, and I was the trophy he used to impress others and open doors. He always decided what I should wear when we went to social functions or when we had people over. Most of the time he chose a sexy or revealing outfit that was sure to turn other men's heads. I think he got excited watching them drool all over me. It wasn't long before I realized that I liked it too."
Then after a short pause, she said, "I never told anyone that before. Now you have to tell me something personal. What really happened between you and your ex-wife?"
Mike smiled, "Touché. We met in college and started dating. She was a brilliant student with a great a great body and I lusted after her for 2 years. Finally she agreed to marry me. For a while things were great, both our careers were progressing and we were happy together. But slowly we just drifted apart. I don't think it was any one thing, but a lot of small things added up. I used to travel a lot and she never liked that, even when I offered to take her with me. I wanted children, and she said she did too, but she never seemed ready. And of course there was the sex... she didn't like much variety."
