She Maes the Plans

Author's note: Thank you for reading. This chapter picks up from the first where my wife had a wardrobe malfunction while dancing in the car. We are on our way to a special naked vacation that she planned. I would encourage you to read the first chapter for more context.

She brushed my hand away before I could make it past her thigh and straightened her makeshift skirt to cover her vagina. She knew what this trip had in store but it seemed she wasn't ready to bare all in front of people who weren't expecting it. The stereo continued to play her favorite dancing songs but her moves were much more modest. She kept glancing down at her outfit to make sure everything stayed in place.

It took about an hour of driving down the highway before they both realized that they had forgotten to have breakfast. "I'm getting hungry" she said, neglecting to mention in her excitement, she forgot the special breakfast and coffee she had made on the kitchen counter at home. There was nothing but walnut groves, corn fields and diaries all around and the last sign they saw said the next town was still 60 miles away.

"I could use some coffee and a bite too," I said. "I think there is a Starbucks at the truck stop up ahead."

It wouldn't have been her first choice but she also didn't want to wait another hour for breakfast. She agreed and a few minutes later we were turning down the music as we pulled into the drive through line. I had asked if she wanted to park and go in but we were still a little close to home and she wasn't ready to risk someone she knew seeing her dressed in just a sarong and my old Hawaiian shirt tied under her breasts.

"What do you want?" I asked as we moved up in line.

As if by muscle memory she blurted out "Grande iced half-caf skinny vanilla latte with 2 extra pumps and two Splenda."

I just stared at her with a blank face and blinked a lot. "Is that food?" I asked, genuinely confused and not understanding what that string of words was supposed to mean.

"Oh! And an order of egg bites and banana bread please." She smiled at my confused look.

At home, I was the designated coffee maker every morning. I usually drank it black and made hers with a splash of sugar free vanilla creamer. The only word in her order that I recognized as being related to coffee was "vanilla". I knew from our bank statements that she frequented Starbucks but we never went together.

The line of cars moved forward and around the building. We followed the line and soon came to an employee standing next to the menu board with a headset and a tablet.

"Good morning," the overly caffeinated college age boy said as he leaned down to be eye to eye with his next customers. "My name is Kyle, what can we get started for you?"

"Hi Kyle," I said, "I have no idea. Babe, what did you want again?"

She leaned over the armrest to take a glance at the menu again before repeating her order exactly as she had said it to me. Kyle's fingers danced over the tablet getting every detail and repeated back the order as if it was as simple as 'coffee and a doughnut". He looked up and asked "was there anything..." paused mid word, open mouthed and eyes wide.

I looked confused at Kyle and was about to order a black coffee and a muffin until I followed his gaze and glanced back at my wife. The act of leaning over the center console has caused her right breast to fall out of her DIY halter top. Her tanned breast and pale pink nipple was out for anyone at eye level of the driver's side window to see. I pulled his gaze away from the beautiful breast I had admired for so many years and glanced at her face. She was concentrating on the menu board to see if they had added anything new since her last visit.

I smiled and turned his head back to Kyle. "Ummm," I said a little more loudly than necessary in an attempt to break Kyle's nipple hypnosis. Kyle snapped back to reality and forced himself to look at the man in the driver's seat. "I'll just have a medium black coffee and a blueberry muffin," I said.

"Oh, right sir, grande black pike and a blueberry muffin. Got it. They will have that total for you at the window. Have a great rest of your day!" Kyle said, almost too excitedly.

She was still leaning over the console studying the menu as they drifted forward with the line traffic towards the window. I rolled up the window as we moved forward. She was distracted away from the strange new menu item she was looking at by her reflection in the window glass.

"Oh my God! Why didn't you tell me my breast was out?! Did that guy see me?," she shrieked. She quickly moved to rearrange her top.

"Based on the drool dripping from his mouth I would say he saw everything you had to show," I assured her while transfixed watching her fix her wardrobe malfunction. All the movement had caused the knot that was keeping her top closed to loosen. The makeshift shirt refused to stay in place and her breasts kept falling out. She huffed at herself as she resigned to the fact that the only way to fix the situation was to untie completely and retie the knot.

She glanced around to make sure there weren't any stray baristas around and untied the knot. I admired her brazenness as she pulled the shirt open completely, pulled the sides of the shirt taut and then tied the ends together under her breasts. The air conditioning on her bare nipples caused them to harden and they pushed against the threadbare material.

"Should I go back and apologize to him?" she asked.

"I don't think you have anything to apologize for," I assured her. "I think he thoroughly enjoyed the moment."

She playfully hit me in the arm and returned her gaze forward as we moved through the line of cars. What we hadn't realized was Kyle the barista wasn't the only one that got an unexpected show at Starbucks that morning.

A few minutes later, we reached the window and were immediately handed our order without being asked for payment. "How much do I owe you?" I asked.

The barista in the window said "Oh the car in front of you paid already. They asked me to hand you this note."

I thanked her and put the cash I was going to use for our order into the tip jar. I handed the note to my wife as we pulled forward and around the building. She gasped and I quickly turned to see her face turn red.

"What does it say?" I asked.

She read allowed: "I envy your confidence, thanks for the show, you made my morning. XOXO"

I laughed as I slowly dove around the building. The vehicle that had been in front of us in line was waiting to leave the drive through and move into the street. It was a taller and older SUV and I could see the driver's smiling eyes in their rearview mirror.

"I'm so embarrassed" my wife said ducking down in her seat, attempting to melt into the fabric. "I can't believe I flashed two people this morning without knowing it. I'm starting to rethink this trip."

I could see the worry on her face and hear the fear in her voice. "Look," I said gesturing to the car in front of us.

"Oh God, are they laughing at me?" she worried, her eyes peaking over the dashboard.

"No, they aren't laughing. She is smiling," I said.

"She?!," my wife exclaimed, sitting up quickly. She sheepishly waved back to the feminine hand that gave her a backwards wave from the front seat of the SUV. It was indeed a woman that was driving, had seen my wife's breasts in all their glory and thanked us for the show by buying our breakfast. My wife looked back down at the note and smiled. She realized that the woman in the SUV hadn't been admiring her for her body but for her confidence. My wife removed her sunglasses, made eye contact with the eyes in the SUV's rear view mirror and mouthed 'Thank You' while holding up her drink. The woman blew her a kiss in the mirror, pulled into traffic and drove away.

The approval and encouragement from a female stranger had bolstered my wife's confidence. She sat high and proud, chin up and shoulders back. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and gave her thigh a squeeze before turning my attention to getting back on the freeway. I knew that I dodged a bullet there. My wife is a strong, confident woman but this is all way out of her comfort zone. Thankfully, her first experiences with public exposure had not caused the world to end. Had either 'victim' of her inadvertent flashing gotten angry or showed anything but awe, my surprise naked vacation would have ended right there.

"I'm proud of you," I told her, interlocking my fingers with hers and bringing her hand up to my mouth for a kiss. I let go of her hand as I merged onto the freeway continuing to head west as initially instructed.

She smiled at me and leaned over the center console to kiss me on the cheek. She laid her head on my shoulder and said "I love you."

To be continued...