Hubby and I had been cruising southward on I 5 out of Stockton for about 4 hours. Scenery rushes past the blue Honda CRV at an average speed of 61 mph. The airconditioner hummed chilling the interior. Traffic had been moderate since we left our house at 8 o'clock.
We pass the time listening to an audio book by Nelson De Mille titled "The Panther". The narrator Scott Brick is a long time favorite of Jon. I don't mind him or De Mille although if it was up to me we'd be listening to a girl narrate a romance.
We are about a half hour out of Santa Maria, a town on the coast north of Los Angeles. A Motel 6 awaits us there.
The point of our trip is to visit my sister Alexa and her husband. It's a trip I like to make a couple of times a year. Alexa and Ron visit us a couple of times as well. When she comes northwest we like walking in the Sierra Nevada enjoying the mountain scenery. Down there we'll go to the beach.
I had a notion to skinny dip but for the time being I'll keep that a secret. Twenty years ago when I was a student at UCLA school of nursing I had streaked out of the dorm complex one Saturday evening in fall semester. OK I'll admit it, I was lit and so was Jane, my roomie. I remember the escapade as though it happened yesterday.
The closer we came to our room for the night the stronger the urge became. Will Jon streak with me? He loves taking pictures. Will he post the photo to Facebook? So what if he does, as long as he takes it from the back.
I was wearing a blousony Garden Combo off-shoulder top, a black C cup strapless, bikini panties and blue capris jeans. I wanted to wear absolutely nothing.
The desk attendant at Motel 6 turns out to be a hispanic dude probably in his thirties. He has dark hair and a trimmed beard.
"Benson," said Jon.
The youthful attendant turned his attention to his computer then a few seconds later slid two card keys toward us.
Our room on the second floor has one king-sized bed and two chairs. My husband put his suitcase in the corner then settled into one of those chairs.
Standing by the opposite side of the bed, I began to undress leaving my clothes on the carpet.
"Let's go for a swim."
"Aren't you going to wear a bathing suit?"
"I didn't pack one." I lied.
I went out to the pool wearing only flip-flops and dark-blue sunglasses. After spending a couple of minutes in the water I settled into a chaiselounge. A few other guests came outside.
SO what if you don't like that I'm naked. This is my lifestyle.
We left the motel at 10 the following morning. Alexa and Ron live just minutes away.
We came to a road lined with beautiful single-family homes and nicely landscaped front yards. This is where the rich people live.
We pulled into the driveway to find my older sister and her husband waiting on the lawn for us.
Alexa, age 42, has long auburn hair framing a round face. She is wearing a ruched detail Navy top with blue cutoffs. Like me, she has a slim vase-shaped figure. We are near twins, except for stature. She's taller by an inch.
Ron is 5 9 with an athletic physique. His hair is dark brown and his eyes blue. He's wearing a black tank top and blue cutoffs with running shoes.
Anyway we took seats in the back yard and made small talk while drinking bottled spring water.
My husband and brother-in-law, both avid baseball fans, spent much time chatting about players and teams while Alexa and I engaged one another in girl talk. We did, however, chat a little about common interests.
