She took one last deep breath, holding it as though it were the last of her resolve. When she finally let it go, the decision was made. After all, she reasoned, who would ever know? They were on vacation, alone, far from home. Besides, it wasn't as though the dress was that scandalous. They sold them by the thousands at the mall; just not to women like her. It was short, tight, and revealed the cleft between her soft breasts. Not exactly cleavage, mind you, but enough to let you know she had something there. The two tiny straps that draped over her shoulders did nothing to hold it in place -- While Mother Nature hadn't been generous with her in that department, she gave her all she needed for that task -- but they prevented her from wearing any sort of a bra underneath. Compared to what she normally wore, Jen felt very exposed.
But she wasn't going to turn back now. They had been planning this trip for over a year, and she had been making her own plans for the trip for months. Between the extra workouts at the gym and the trips to a mall an hour and a half from home to buy her wardrobe, she had too much invested to change her mind. She just hoped Tim would like it.
She gave herself one last glance in the mirror. Not bad for 35. Her large blue eyes were free of the wrinkles that some of her friends were starting to show. Her auburn hair, styled short for the trip, was still all natural. She was toned and energetic. As she turned sideways, she could see that her backside seemed especially obvious. Maybe those squats were working after all. She quickly shoved the clothes she has worn to the airport in the bag, along with her sneakers, slipped her feet into the strapless three-inch heels that matched the print of the dress, and opened the door.
There was a man waiting to use the room as she exited. They did their best to give way to one another, though the man seemed more interested in looking at her than in finding the bathroom. Eventually, she made her way up the aisle toward her husband, dropping into the seat next to him, her heart nearly pounding through her chest.
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"I'm sorry. This is my wife's..." Tim started to say, then fell dumb at the sight of his wife. He had never seen her look like this. She had kept herself in great shape, even after two kids. She had her mom's good looks and she tried to stay stylish. But this was completely out of the ordinary. Her firm breasts pushed at the thin fabric of her dress. He was almost certain he could see the outline of her nipples. Her legs seemed longer than normal; a result, he knew, of the short hemline. In fact, it appeared that the dress was so short that her bare bottom was now on directly on the seat.
When he finally pulled his eyes up her body to her face, she was looking directly at him, a question nervously posed on her face.
"Do you like it?"
All he could do was nod.
"I wasn't sure if... I mean, I didn't if... well, you know."
He nodded again. Even though he didn't know.
"It's just kind of..." she struggled for the word, "um, different. You know. For me. I mean, I wouldn't wear it at home, of course."
"Of course," he nodded, wishing with all of his might that she would, but not daring to say it.
"So, you're OK with it?"
He gently kissed her on the cheek, taking her hand and pulling it into his lap, letting her feel his hardness. "Oh, yeah. I'm more than OK, as you can see."
She jerked her hand away, immediately turning to see if anyone had seen them. The other passengers seemed lost in their own worlds. She snuggled into him, whispering, "Well, then I think I may just have a few other things that you're going to like this week." His dick got even harder when he heard that.
Her gentle perfume added to his disorientation. Even when she dressed for bed she never looked this sexy. It's not that he wasn't attracted to her. It was just that the passing of time, the arrival of the kids, and the stress of life had left them in a rut. Add to that her conservative, religious sensibilities and you were left with a wardrobe best defined as "modest and sensible".
While this wasn't immodest, exactly, it was a departure from the norm. A serious -- but pleasant -- departure. Even as she cuddled into his side, he could glance down and see the curve of her breasts, both that part that was snugly caressed by the fabric and that which was exposed to his view. As he let his gaze drop further, her firm thighs seem to smile up at him. Almost without thinking, his left hand gently brushed her lap, and she responded by snuggling in even tighter to him. Her skin was smooth and warm, and whatever he had been daydreaming about when she was in the restroom was now far from his mind as he found himself completely consumed with his wife's semi-exposed body.
His hand became more intent on its task. Somehow, he found himself trying to arouse her, delicately finding those places along her thigh that he knew would heighten her excitement. He was vaguely aware that a crowded commercial airliner wasn't the appropriate place, but he didn't really care. Something seemed to be driving him on.
He could feel her relaxing, and she slowly began to allow her legs to part ever so slightly. He, of course, dipped his fingers into that narrow opening, silently hoping that she would somehow give him more access.
They both saw it at the same time. The gentleman across the aisle, one row ahead of them, moved suddenly. He was looking directly at Tim's hand, trying to see if perhaps he could get a better view up her skirt. Jen immediately pulled her legs tightly together, and Tim's hand retreated to his own seat. Like scolded schoolchildren, they sat in relative silence for the rest of the flight.
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The arrival process was quicker than she expected. Within minutes they had passed through immigration, gotten their luggage and were crossing the terminal of the airport, looking for their driver. He was easy to spot with the large, but tattered sign they were told to look for. His name was Richard. He was tall, lanky, and friendly and spoke with that accent that everyone tries to imitate, but never quite does. His smile seemed to linger a bit longer as he looked at her, Jen thought, but then dismissed the thought quickly, remembering that he worked for tips.
"You are a very lucky man, my friend," he said to Tim, as he looked at Jen. Tim was quick to agree, and his wife found that she liked the compliment and the subtle attention. Richard pointed them toward his van outside and waited for a few other passengers to arrive. 15 minutes later they were weaving through the streets of Montego Bay on their way to the western end of the island and the beaches.
Richard pointed out a few sites as he drove, speaking above the Reggae that was giving a pleasant vibe to the drive. As he spoke, he looked up into a mirror over his head that gave him a view of his eight passengers. Tim had led Jen to the back row, and they cuddled close like high schoolers in the back of a school bus. They held hands till they got to the edge of town, then Tim released her and began caressing her thigh again as he had been on the plane. She was surprised at how good it had felt. She was sure that her dress, and the fact that others could have seen him, heightened her response.
She quickly found herself becoming aroused again, and furtively glanced around the van. The other passengers were busy looking out the window, talking with one another, or asking questions of their genial driver. None of them were paying any attention to the couple in the back, so she allowed her legs to open just a bit wider. Tim wasted no time, immediately letting his right hand slide deeper between her warm limbs. She glanced toward the front of the bus and made eye contact with Richard in the mirror. He was talking about a music festival that had just concluded, so she nodded as though she were following him.
She was not. Her focus was now between her legs, where her husband kept pulling his hand higher, ever closer to her warm slit. She stared blankly out the window, opening her legs even wider. Again, Tim moved immediately, softly, and with a specific purpose. He now had access to her panties, such as they were. Not quite a G-string, they were cut high, leaving the cheeks of her bottom exposed and only barely covering her trimmed slit. That, too, was new for the vacation. She had never allowed her pubic hair to get "bushy", but since she only wore the most modest of bathing suits, there was never any need for trimming things more closely. Tim noticed immediately.
"Um, this is new," he said as he stroked along the edge of her razor-thin panty.
"I told you that I have a few surprises for you this week."
"I like surprises," he replied as he let a lone finger run the length of the fabric covering her slit.
Jen shuddered and looked back toward the front of the bus. Again, she made eye contact with Richard. She tried to look away, but just then Tim's finger found her swelling bud, and he pressed it just lightly enough to send an electric pulse through the depths of her groin to her sensitive nipples. She actually heard herself gasp. Richard never looked away. Was it possible that he knew what they were doing? Could he somehow see her lap? She knew that he couldn't but the fact that he continued to stare at her as her husband teased her just out of view made her feel flush. She knew her cheeks were reddening and there was nothing that she could do about it.
By now Tim had worked a finger under the tight fabric of the panty. She was surprised at how wet she was when it breached her warm slit. Now, with his palm facing down, he was teasing her opening with two or three fingers, as though he were plucking a guitar. Jen felt every bump and rattle of the van; its vibrations adding to her arousal. Her breath was deeper and she felt the dress squeezing her breasts harder with every gasp. She did her very best to maintain a calm expression, but her body seemed to have taken control of whatever discipline she had.
She knew that if Tim kept teasing her as he was for just a few more minutes, she would have an orgasm right there, on the van, two feet behind the elderly couple in the row ahead of them, while the driver watched. She had just begun to push Tim's arm away when the van suddenly slowed and then pulled off the road. For just a minute she thought perhaps he was stopping in order to scold them for their behavior, even though she was convinced that neither he nor anyone else could really see anything.
