The road snaked its way through the woodlands. Evergreen trees are scattered among the red, orange and yellow foliage. We marveled at the gorgeous scenery rushing past us at 40 miles per hour.
My husband and I had been on the road since leaving McDonalds at noon thirty. It is now 3 30. Both of us are thinking about where we might find a room. We hadn't made reservations but we remained optimistic. Though there were a great many cars on the road, we wanted to believe that many sightseers were just taking day trips.
I had met Ron three years ago through a mutual friend who had invited both of us to his apartment. Back at our own homes alone that night we both longed to see each other again. The hours before our first date could not pass quickly enough.
Ron and I have great difficulty keeping our hands off each other. Every night sees us at least petting each other. We've had sex in some unusual places. For the time being I use a vaginal ring birth control.
In my peripheral vision I can see my gorgeous partner. His 6 foot frame causes him to push the driver's seat back. He's wearing a red sweatshirt hiding his toned upper body. Tight jeans accentuate his ass.
At age 34, I make good use of an elliptical which keeps me fit. There is neither cellulite in my legs nor rolls in my tummy.
At 5 1 I must tilt my head back to look into my husband's eyes but he doesn't mind bending to kiss me. My measurements_ 34 26 37_ give me a pear-shaped figure.
I own a blazing pink bluetooth virbator that is paired with my phone or my husband's phone. Capable of stimulating my clit and my G spot at the same time, it has given me much pleasure and countless orgasms. It's been "my little friend" in stressful or lonely times.
Ron had had a bout of the dreaded COVID so that meant two weeks without sex, two weeks when "Kate" saw plenty of action. Anyway life is back to normal so we're celebrating by taking a long ride to the Berkshires.
"Hon, I really need to pee," I said.
"We'll find someplace."
I wanted to stop for a reason even more important to me, the opportunity to insert my sex toy into my pussy. I crave sex but if my man is unavailable I'll do myself.
Shortly after 4 o'clock a small cluster of stores came into view. Hubby turned the Honda into the parking lot finding a spot close to a cafe.
I asked, "do you want a coffee or anything."
"I'm fine," he replied.
I asked, "are you sure."
"If I wanted coffee I'd come inside with you."
"Ok just asking," I said.
I walked hurriedly to the door carrying my pocketbook across my body.
