CHAPTER 1: The Road Trip
It all started two years ago when Mitch and Karen decided to get into shape, the years had added a couple pounds here and a bulge there. Now with the kids gone it was time to look as good as they feel, so they joined a health club. As the extra inches came off Karen's confidence and self-confidence swelled. Her journey into exhibitionism started innocently enough in her own backyard, (see Spanish Fly) and then continued up close and personal with a friend of Mitch's, (in The Exhibitionist).
Mitch was going out of town again, about every two months he would end up going out of town to a city about 3 hours from home for a week of meetings, networking and what he claimed was boring nights. Karen knew better, Mitch was a strip club connoisseur and seldom missed a chance to go when he was out of town. "You'll just go stare at tittys," she wined.
"If their out, I'm looking," he chuckled. He was trying to pack, but Karen wasn't helping, she lay across the bed, wearing a red and black corset with a half cup top that pushed her D cup breasts up and her nipples out over the top. The corset narrowed at her waist accentuating her wide hips, her fingers absent-mindedly curling her pussy hair. She was pouting over the inevitable Mitch had to go. "You could come along, you know," he said as he ran a finger from her ankle to her thigh.
"Not tomorrow," Karen smiled and stretched, pushing her breasts further up in the corset, "I have to finish my project at work... but maybe later in the week."
"We would have fun out on the town, dinner, dancing ...."
"Flashing, sex in public and shopping!" Karen cut him off, striking a pose, "I need more lingerie, don't ya think?"
"Honey, you can buy all you want."
"Will you let me show Curt?" She asked with a shy grin. The day before Mitch and his best friend had returned from their golf game to find Karen dancing naked in the backyard. (read The Exhibitionist)
"'He will never look at you the same way again," Mitch chuckled, "I swear probably still has a hard on." Closing the lid on his suitcase, he rolled it off the bed.
Karen rolled over toward him, "Did you leave room for me?" She batted her eyes and smiled.
As usual, Mitch got together with Greg, Monday after their meetings and they spent the evening at Northern Exposure, a strip club just north of the city. Greg worked for the same company Mitch did, just in a different office they had run into each other several times at the club, so now they just seemed to meet there. They might not be regulars at the bar, but they were known, good tippers usually are.
"Going to the ballet" made being out of town for a week bearable. Northern Exposure isn't a high end joint, it is more like a neighborhood bar with dancers. A half dozen girls trade off every two songs, they might hit you up for a private dance, but their not trying to hustle you for drinks. Spend a little time and you get to know them, single mothers and college girls ranging in age from 18 to 30+. The first time that Greg and Mitch met here Greg met a girl that had gone to school with his daughter. Now both the daughter and the dancer were in their thirties, Brandy has long red hair, a slender body and C cups. Charlie was also one of their favorite dancers, at 6'2" her black hair was short, her body was full figured like Karen's, but her tits were huge, natural hangers. The kind of flesh mountains that could suffocate a man. Both gals were friendly, intelligent and sexy, Greg and Mitch enjoyed being around them. Tipping is a fine art and the great thing about small strip clubs is tipping rules can be lacks, the girls can spend as much or as little time as they want with each customer. Mitch would lie on the stage with his tip in his mouth and the girls would rub him down with their tits and collect their tip.
After Mitch had left the next morning, Karen went to work on her plan, she would be joining Mitch very soon. She had already arranged with Lori, her boss, to take off the rest of the week as soon as she finished her special project. Monday was frustrating, but by Tuesday afternoon it all came together.
After a night of debauchery Greg and Mitch returned to their motel promising the girls to return the next night.
Tuesday afternoon Karen had her bags packed and was on her way, the sun shine warmly through the window of the car as she cruised down the blacktop. An hour into the trip Karen pulled into a rest area; out in the middle of nowhere she had the place to herself. After answering nature's call she returned to the parking lot, the summer sun was beating down across the Wyoming desert, her snug fitting silk shirt was already unbuttoned down between her breasts showing the edge of the flesh colored bra she wore. As she opened her car door and started to get in, the heat rolled out almost pushing her back. It was time to put on something cooler, get more comfortable for the rest of the trip, she started the car letting the AC run and hit the open trunk button. She stepped behind the vehicle opening the trunk lid and fished in her overnight bag for a lighter shirt. She found one of Mitch's shirts she had confiscated, "I look better in it." He had agreed, but 'no bra' when she wore it, was the deal he made with her. A tight fitting grey & black collared bowling Tee shirt, it had buttons running down the center, so that even though it would slip over your head it could also be unbuttoned. It held her up in the right places and allowed her to open it to show more cleavage.
"Perfect!" Karen said to herself as she held it up, looking up and down the highway, there was no one coming from the west and a truck had just crested the hill to the east, might be close but she figured she could change before he go too close. Setting the tee shirt on the open lid Karen unbuttoned the silk shirt and unhooked her bra from between her breasts, slipping both back over her shoulders, over her elbows and then they stopped locking her arms behind her. Karen realized she had forgotten to unbutton the buttons on the cuffs of her shirt; they were tight enough not to slip off and now the cuffs were covered with the cloth of the sleeves.
HOOOONNNKK! The air horn on the big rig scared Karen half to death and caused her to spin towards the sound, she had for gotten about the truck, only there wasn't one truck, but three more following the one she had seen. Her breasts now exposed to the entire convoy each of them blasting their air horn at her as she struggled unable to slide her shirt back on so she had to remove it. The first driver waved after she turned with her arms behind her. The second driver and his hand were both waving, as she was able to get one arm loose, HOOOONNNK! The third truck driver got his waved returned from the half-nude woman at the rest area. Finally clear of the silk shirt Karen waved at the last driver as she slipped the new shirt over her head, her nipples were hard with excitement as she pulled the cloth over them and closed the trunk lid. HOOOONNNK! HOOOONNNK! HOOOONNNK! She could hear the drivers still honking as she got in the car and pulled away from the rest area going on the way they had come from. The AC felt good so she unbuttoned her shirt allowing the cool air to blow across her flesh as she traveled down the road.
Greg caught Mitch at the door as they were leaving their last meeting of the day, "Ballet?" he asked quietly?
"Of course," Mitch's answer came back quickly, "where you headed for dinner?"
"I though I'd try that bar with the prime rib," Greg was ten to fifteen years Mitch's senior, his voice gravely from years of smoking and drinking. "Want to come along?"
"Sure, I need to go up to the room and check in with Karen, and then I'll meet you there say six thirty?" They headed to their own motels, as Mitch stepped into the lobby; he called Karen, "Hey Honey! Where are you?" he asked.
"Right behind you," Karen was laughing as she stepped from the lounge in the lobby, where she had been waiting for two hours while skillfully holding off the advances of a couple salesmen. She had buttoned up the shirt, but had left most of it open a rather daring cleavage line where nearly as much her breast was showing, as was hidden. Karen had enjoyed the attention and the drinks; mostly she kept an eye out for Mitch as they kept an eye on her breasts. "Got any plans big boy?" she giggled as she hugged him and wondered what the salesmen thought as she left with him.
"I was meeting Greg for dinner, then we were going out for drinks at a strip joint," Mitch walked her out to her car to get her luggage, "but I can call him and cancel."
"Can't I just tag along?" Karen asked.
