August in south Texas is not a pleasant time of year, as the heat and humidity is stifling, driving everyone indoors. Thus, when we were offered the use of a small house in Aspen for a week, my wife Erin and I jumped at the opportunity. The primary issue with work calendars had been a case Erin had going in her job as a young associate at a law firm. Fortunately, just a few days later the matter settled which completely freed her, and also put her in a great, lighthearted mood.
In an effort to save some money and to make it something of an adventure, we decided to drive instead of fly. It was going to be a long drive, but I hadn't been on a road trip in years and Erin had never experienced one, so we were actually looking forward to it. Our plan was to leave very early Friday morning in Erin's X5, overnight along the way, then make it in to Aspen the next day.
Erin and I were both in our late twenties. As mentioned, she is a lawyer working for a mid-size firm and is on track for partner, while I am a regional leader in equipment sales in the oil & gas industry. We had met through friends almost five years ago just as she was coming out of law school and dated then married in less than a year. Too quickly, we fell into the routine of work and urban living so we viewed this vacation as a bit of a revolt from the mundane. In addition, Erin was starting to feel her "biological clock", and although when she brought it up she presented it in a humorous way, I knew there was some underlying seriousness too. Thus, I thought this might be our last childless vacation for a very long time.
I've never been that turned on by blondes, always preferring brunettes, and Erin fit my desires almost perfectly. She struck me so profoundly when we first met that it took half the evening for me to gather my composure and talk to her without sounding like some needy idiot. She is 5'7" tall with shoulder length raven hair and is slender, weighing 125 pounds. She is a 34 C on top, with dark eyes and has nice full juicy lips that I love to kiss.
On top of her natural good looks, she loves to workout, typically making it to the gym over lunch at least three times a week and running three miles at least twice a week. The result is a very well-toned body, especially her butt and legs, which are not only shapely but very firm too. I am six-feet tall and weigh 180 pounds with receding medium brown hair, and like my wife, I try to stay in shape as well, often running with her if schedules permit.
"I'm bored," Erin announced, while turning to smile at me not even thirty minutes into our trip.
"Well you better find something to keep you occupied. This is going to be a long road trip," I reminded her.
"How long again?" she asked, smiling and trying to be cute.
"Two days my love. We will make northwest Texas or New Mexico this evening and then drive into Colorado tomorrow," I explained, for at least the third time.
Erin poured me a cup of coffee from a thermos and we drank and idly chatted for the next few hours. Driving on freeways is fast but generally boring and it was certainly the case for us. We would drive for a couple hours, then stop to use the bathroom, get a snack and stretch. The miles slowly ticked by and by mid-afternoon we were heading into the Texas panhandle. The land was now very open and dry, and the traffic was much lighter.
My wife had taken some short spells at driving, although mostly had remained content reading magazines and listening to her IPod. I had expected some discussion on the "biological clock" thing, but so far it had not come up, which was fine for me as I wanted this vacation to be about fun.
When 5:00 PM hit I asked Erin if she wanted to stop to eat, but she declined saying she wasn't particularly hungry and would rather just get to the hotel.
"How much farther till we stop?" she asked.
"Couple hours. About the time it gets dark," I answered.
From nowhere, I felt her hand on my leg stroking lightly with a clear intent to arouse, and looking at her I saw she had an impish smile that indicated something was churning in her head.
"I'm horny," she whined.
"Well an odd time for that to come up," I laughed.
"A girl can't always control these things," she replied, smiling even more broadly.
Erin is pretty conservative and only gets in a playful mood like this on rare occasions. I love it when she does and wish it would happen more often, but my encouragement doesn't seem to have much effect. Rather, I just have to enjoy those special times when she does let go.
Erin had been intimate with two men before we met. One was a long-term boyfriend, but I still didn't consider her to be very experienced when we started dating. Although she was always responsive, she normally wanted me to lead in our love making and stick to standard things. Over time, I had progressed her some and she now eagerly accepted oral sex and occasionally would provide it, but still seemed to prefer the routine.
"We can be naughty when we stop," I told her, as if it was a promise.
"You better be naughty. It's been over a week. You haven't been taking care of business!" she said with feigned indignation.
I realized she was right, that it had been a long time. I was sure we were going to make love last night, but Erin fell asleep early, and I had put it down to the adrenaline drop from her case ending. However, with the way she was acting now, I was getting hopeful about the prospects of some playful sex during the vacation.
"Why do we have to wait until we stop?" she persisted, acting very out of character.
"Well this console and the bucket seats aren't very conducive to sex," I said, pointing to the mass between us.
Undeterred, she leaned over and put her hand on my crotch and squeezed gently. In doing so, she had to lift out of her seat and was now partially blocking my view of the road.
"Sweetie, you're going to cause a wreck," I scolded her.
"I just wanted to get your pants off," she said with a fake pout.
I laughed while she dropped back into her seat, and we drove on in silence for a few more miles when a thought struck me.
"Why don't you get naked?" I asked.
"Why? Alone?" she answered with some confusion.
"So I can see you. You know how much I enjoy seeing your naked body," I replied.
"What about you?" she asked, looking at me with her big brown eyes.
"No sweetie, just you," I responded, with a wry smile.
"That's no fun," she replied, using the fake pout again.
I gave her a hopeful stare wondering if she would give in. It would definitely be unique, but I thought maybe she would see it as a vacation adventure, especially since she was in a playful mood.
"No, someone might see," she finally responded.
"Okay, that's fine," I said, knowing from experience it was never wise to push her.
"You really want me to get naked?" she asked after a minute of silence.
"Yes," I replied flatly, while trying to hold back my smile.
Erin looked around us at the four lane road and I think took some comfort seeing that the traffic was light, as at that moment, no other cars were within a half mile.
She reached down and unlaced her tennis shoes, and I instantly felt my cock getting hard thinking it might actually happen. These came off along with her sockettes, which she placed beneath her legs. Next she undid her khaki walking shorts and pushed them down revealing a red thong, and followed by unbuttoning her sleeveless blouse, slipping it off when she was finished leaving her sitting there in just her underwear. Up until then, neither of us has spoken as she performed her striptease, and she looked around again confirming that no cars were close.
