We had just dropped off our youngest at college. We were proud VMI parents now. After 30 years of parenting we were empty nesters. My wife, Jess, sobbed quietly in the passenger seat while I drove. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a tear or two myself. In any case we were alone for the foreseeable future and our lives would never be the same.
After a couple of hours of driving Jess said, "I don't want to go home. We have a couple of days, let's go to the shore."
I said, "Sure, we can go."
We always went to the shore as a family for our vacations. Of course, a few times we had gone for romantic getaways together. I wasn't sure what she had in mind though. We only had our overnight bags so we would have to wash some clothes, or buy some, but no big deal I guess.
I pulled off I95 and found a diner where we could have lunch. Jess seemed to have gotten herself together and we talked about some of the fun car trips we had taken together with the kids. I reminded her of a particular trip to Montreal we had taken when we were newlyweds. It's cute to see my 50 year old wife blush. Her skin is so pale that she blushed down to the exposed cleavage of her full breasts that initially caught my eye so many years ago.
I guess she remembered the days, and nights, she had spent wearing no underwear. We had wandered the Old Port, the underground city, and St Catherine St hand in hand with the breeze blowing up her skirt and her nipples trying to tear through her blouse. The feeling apparently suited her because we made love with abandon in the luxurious hotel bed, on the table in the hotel room, and even, briefly, on the 40 floor trip up to our room on the elevator .
After the kids came we settled down to a deeply loving, even passionate, relationship but there was not much "adventure". I still see my beautiful bride when I look at her. I wonder what she sees.
I had been lost in thought and had missed something she said. "What honey? Sorry, I was still in Montreal." I said with a smile.
Color rushed to her cheeks again and she said, "It's almost like when we were just married isn't it?" She tucked a strand of her golden hair behind her ear.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Well Ray, now we have just us to think about, We can give each other all the attention that we have paid to the kids all these years."
"I like the sound of that. I never was able to give you all the attention that I wanted to," I said.
"I think it will take some getting used to but I want the next couple of days to be a start." She said it in a way that suggested a subtext but I couldn't imagine what she was thinking. I just wanted to support her.
I paid our lunch tab while Jess went to the ladies room. We got in the car and got back on the highway. We chatted comfortably now and talked about which spot on the shore we would like to go to. I watched her out of the corner of my eye. She was not young any longer but her body still excited me.
After about 10 minutes Jess put her feet on the dashboard, smoothed out her skirt and asked, "Do you think my legs still look nice?"
"You know I do." I tell her so all the time.
"You really don't think my thighs have gotten big?" She pulled her skirt up higher as she said this so I could see them.
Her legs were still glorious.
"Honey, I'm going to crash into a guardrail looking at your sexy legs."
"Don't do that honey," she giggled. She reached into the backseat and grabbed her purse. She pulled out some body lotion and started to apply it to her legs. She sensuously spread it onto her skin. She worked from her ankles to her knees and then to the hem of her skirt. When she had done both legs she looked to see if any vehicles were nearby and then flipped her skirt above her waist and applied lotion to the tops of her thighs.
It took me a moment to realize that the junction of her legs was not covered by her underwear. I gulped. It may have been audible because she said, "You like?"
"Honey, you have me so turned on right now."
"I liked that you remembered Montreal so I put my panties in my purse at the diner. I thought maybe we could make some new memories. How long until we get to the hotel?"
"I can probably find one right here in whatever town this is," I said.
She giggled again and said, "No, silly. I want you to take me to a nice hotel at the beach. I'm pretty hot right now though. I think I need a little relief."
"What do you mean?"
"Just drive the car honey."
She reached down and found the lever to lower the seat back. She was now reclining with her feet still on the dashboard. Her hands stroked from knee to inner thigh and back again. Eventually her right hand ventured higher and began to strum between her lips.
