Like a lot of things in life, a six week break away from work to go on a relaxing road trip with my soon-to-be-wife, Marie, seemed like an excellent idea at the time.
Marie and I had already set a date for the wedding and were looking forward to the impending nuptials with enthusiasm. It was her idea to break with tradition and enjoy an extended honeymoon before the wedding rather than after it. I thought it was a great idea, we didn't have a lot of spare cash - the wedding had stripped out our bank account as it was - and the idea of six weeks roaming around the countryside, going where the mood took us seemed like the ideal vacation.
I'd had my old Ford checked and re-checked by a collection of local biker-nuts that I trusted barely more than the licenced bandit that ran the local service station. There were many problems with the car which were all fixed with their usual grunts of approval or disapproval depending on which member of the gang was carrying out the repair. The major problem was the floor of the decrepit vehicle. Years of abuse had turned the metal boarding into a rusting material thinner than a sliver of ice and probably just as roadworthy. I was informed by Jack, the self-appointed leader of this band of likable misfits, that there would be a delay in repairing the boards. I wasn't given a particular reason why and therefore assumed that it was until most of the group were either sober or drug-free enough to go out and steal some more. Not wishing to wait for the drying out or straightening up of my so-called mechanic's, Marie and I had decided to take a chance on the underfoot problem and proceed with our plans.
The first two weeks passed extremely pleasantly. We did the whole romantic bit; swimming in deserted river pools under stunningly beautiful waterfalls, candle lit dinners for two and moonlit walks along meandering riverbanks. We drove from rural town to rural town sleeping when we were tired, eating when we were hungry and making love whenever the mood took us - which was often!
The relaxed atmosphere had obviously had an effect on Marie. Standing at a little under 5'8" in her stockings, her shoulder length, dirty blonde hair frames a pretty face that needs little makeup. And the attraction doesn't stop there. Her long, slender legs lead up to a delightfully smooth pussy, trim hips and a flat stomach. The finishing touch is provided by exquisite breasts with pink nipples that sit up and just beg to be sucked! She has always been a very sexy, sensual woman, but on this trip she seemed to go completely wild. Maybe it was because she was well away from all the people that knew her and all the gossip. Maybe it was because we were about to be married or maybe it was just because there were pretty flowers about; I don't know, but one thing was for sure; there wasn't a day went by without Marie almost begging me to fuck her at least twice!
And then the inevitable happened. Driving through the outskirts of another little town well into our third week, my Ford ground to a halt and my foot went straight through the floor.
"Oh shit!" I Exclaimed, quite poetically, I thought.
Marie's face broke into a wide smile as the laughter began to gush from her pretty lips.
"Hey! It's not that funny!"
"Oh, sorry, baby," she cooed mockingly, "did my darling put his foot in it!"
The raucous laughter returned and this time, eventually, I joined in. For several minutes we both rolled around in apoplexy, holding each other with tears of laughter streaming from our eyes. When we finally managed to stop and come to our senses I took a look around. Our luck was holding firm. Only a hundred or so yards along the dusty road I could see an old tin sign creaking as it swung in the breeze. I focused my eyes and felt complete elation as I realised that the sign was advertising engine oil.
"I think that little place down there is a service garage." I said. "How lucky is that!"
"Not so lucky for me," Marie replied wriggling her tight little bottom into the black PVC seat, "I was hoping we might have time for a little fun!"
Her left hand snaked over into my lap and gave my overworked cock a quick squeeze. I gulped air into my lungs as I felt the stirring of an immediate erection.
"Jeez, Marie! Don't you ever rest!"
Our lips met as we clambered over into the back seat and Marie began pulling at my shirt. Our tongues entwined in a lustful ballet. Our hands searched each others bodies, fingers caressing, groping, exploring. The minutes passed and my cock was beginning to ache for release.
"Hey folks!"
The voice seemed to come from nowhere and echoed around the interior of the car.
"Oh, sorry! Just thought you might need some help with the car!"
Marie and I parted quickly and smiled up at the stranger in oily overalls as he peered in through the open window. There was no point in attempting to give some lame excuse; the bulge in my jeans and the nipple shaped protrusions through Marie's blouse spoke for themselves.
"Er...yes...actually we do have a problem." I said quickly, squinting up into the sun towards the strangers face. I indicated the large gaping hole in the floor of the car.
The man laughed. "No problem, my friend," he said, "lets get you towed over to the pit and I'll have that fixed in no time!"
And so, four hours, six cups of coffee and two lengths of floor tin later, saw Marie and I perusing the final bill for Ian-the-mechanic's work.
"Six hundred?" I gasped, "are you sure, man?"
Ian smiled the confident smile of a man who knew that there was nothing we could do about the extortion that was being inflicted upon us.
"Yep, six hundred please. I've thrown in the air freshener for free!"
Unfortunately, although there was nothing that we could do about the size of the bill, Ian hadn't bargained on one thing - I didn't have enough money on me.
"Hmmm," He muttered after hearing my explanation as to why I couldn't pay, "Looks like I'll just have to keep the vehicle then."
