3Summer trip to nowhere special, just him and me and the road. Neither of us could get as much freedom as 30 days from 'the daily grind' but, still, a great two weeks of madness. And, madness it was, too - no reservations, no maps, nobody knows where we are. But, he's like that and I guess that's why I stay with him. (Goodness knows, he's no rich, intellectual giant...!)
Hours of coastal highway and every glance an adventure. I started to scope-out the 'hardbodies' miles ago (and I'm sure that he was, too.) Even here in northwestern Washington most of the kids wore little more than cut-offs and t-shirts. I had been quiet for so long, so many miles, I was surprised he had not asked me what's wrong. But a slow, easy glance at him watching some teenager stuffed into an overwhelmed halter-top erases any guilt from my mind. Hey, I like him and all but I'm not pushing for a commitment and he seems just fine with that. Besides, I'm no teenager but I look better than most of these kids and I still get all the 'interest' I could ask for.
Traffic slows and we turn a corner to see a positively spectacular vista: the coastal mountains spread to allow the highway direct access to a large, tree-lined bay. The late morning's sun is splashing off dozens of sailboats, houseboats, sailboards, and a line of brightly coloured ferries.
"What a perfect view!", I exclaimed. "I could sit here forever!"
"You may have to, babe, because this line of cars is not going to make it on those ferries any time soon. Look, the last one only took 4 cars and we're car number, uh, 26! Let's back out of here and see if we can find another way, maybe around the bay."
I just could not take my eyes off this wonderful, beautiful place so I asked him to stay and wait. Although he looked at me like I was hopelessly romantic, he said we'd wait.
Bad idea: in about 20 minutes, he pissed in the bushes, (completely within sight of everybody waiting in the same line we were stuck in!). And, watching all the pretty water activity on the bay did the trick on me, too. I was nearly ready to pee in the ice chest in the back of the Bronco when our ferry finally arrived. As soon as the car was blocked in place, I dashed to the wheelhouse and nearly collided with the captain as he backed out of the doorway. Only, the captain wasn't a 'he', and she was breathtaking! Now, don't get me wrong: I'm not gay and I've never considered a woman for a relationship. But if I ever did, this was exactly how I'd want her to look. I have no idea how long I stood there and stared, my bursting bladder, my man, and my sanity - all but forgotten. She gave me a little half-smile and saved me from myself:
"Yes, I am the pilot of your ferry and, no it's not unusual for a woman to do it!" She said it with such obvious mirth we both started laughing, which reminded me why I was here.
Again, to gently move us along, she said, "The public restroom is occupied, but you can slip into the captain's head if you promise not to tell."
I smiled gratefully at both the double entendre (I alone seemed to perceive) and her perceptive kindness while she led me into the boathouse. The small toilet was attached to the back of the pilot's station - so close, in fact, that she could almost sit on it and steer, too! The rough part wasn't that there was no door between us; the entire area was literally open on both sides so that the view of the waterway would not be obstructed. I tried not to think about that as I dived out of my shorts and panties to relieve myself. The wheelhouse's height made it impossible for people in cars to see me if they walked along the railing but every boater around got a good look at a happily relieved woman from the waist up!
I was actually captivated (again!) by the sights when I looked forward and saw that she was barely watching the forward progress of our boat. Her half-smile was still there but she wasn't looking into my eyes! I was crimson with embarrassment but I couldn't resist leaning back on the toilet, spreading my legs, and wiping myself in a ridiculously slow and intimate manner! Her smile blossomed into a beautiful vision, which turned to shock when we heard the loud horn ahead! She swung around and steered us clear of a tug with a grinning captain.
