As always, Max had studied the route. Him and his young wife were going to drive from Miami all the way to New York, and back again. He worked for a car dealership that specialized in classic used imports. They had a shipment that came in which included a 72' Polloi, which was the soviet response to a Jaguar, a poor response, but a response nonetheless. The car had been refit and improvements were made in the handling. the water cooled pumps had been replaced with modern coolant conditioners and other such upgrades had been done at the Astor Auto Shop in Germany before the care was low boated across the Atlantic. but from the outside and in the interior it was a perfect mach from an off the line model back in 1972.
Max's boss had asked him to drive the car up to the man who had purchased it and in return he would pay for the travel expenses to include hotels and three nights in New York city with his new bride. Max was thrilled he'd only been working for the company for a year and no one seemed to notice him until the last company picnic when he brought his then Fiance. She was a buxom blonde with dreamy eyes and an exotic smile. He'd met her at a dance club, she was a waitress studying to be a nurse and he was... well Max.
The boss had insisted that he take 2 weeks for the trip: "Consider it an anniversary gift with the company. No office duty, no floor room shows just you and the new miss' in a car for two weeks paid vacation... OK?"
So then Max planned the route- he found the quickest way not from Map-quest which leads to EVERY pay road and turnpike, but by use of an off the shelf roadmap guide. He bragged to Annette how much he was going to save them, on a trip that wasn't going to cost them anything in the first place.
"With the extra money will you buy me something?" she asked batting her eyes.
"You know I will."
"Something shining... something exotic?"
"Like you my love a treasure."
On Sunday morning he packed up the car with their two bags which fit easily enough into the oddly rectangle trunk and they were off.
The inside of the car had a blue leather and the dashboard was real wood. There was a high roof for the low seated car and armrests folded down or tucked away if not in use. For a Russian made car it drove smooth and was very comfortable.
It had a long seat in the front, there were no dividers, save where the gear box made it awkward if one were to sit in the middle. Annette was able to snuggle next to Max as they drove along the interstate 95 north. She sat with her knees up on the front seat as one might lay on a couch, and put her head on his shoulder, she held his arm and pointed out peculiarities about the car as he drove. "The windshield has a yellow tint; the door latch is upside down; the windows in the back don't roll down, etc... "
Not long after leaving the heavy traffic of West Palm Beach, Annette got the naughty idea of giving Max a nob-job while there were not cars around. He immediately seconded her notion and moved to unzip.
"No- no." she chided him. "This isn't our car... keep both your hands on the wheel sir." she laughed and gave him a kiss on the ear, then the neck, then she stooped under his arm, dropping to her elbows as she stretched out on the front seat, with her feet up in the air by the passenger side window. She unzipped his fly and fished out his penis. It had already begun to grow erect. "Hmm, looks like he's been thinking about me." she said as she took her husband's six inch penis in her hand. She licked the head of it and messaged the balls until it became the familiar seven and a half.
Annette took the cock in her mouth and dove to the base, sucking it into the back of her throat as they drove along the interstate.
Max kept a weary eye in the mirrors as he wife continued to suck his cock. Her feet kicked playfully as her head bounced up and down in his lap. "Oh..." he moaned. "Oh yeah..."
"Do you like me to be naughty and suck your cock?" she asked him when she pulled her head off it and took it in her hands.
"Yeah I love it." he gasped, gyrating his hips slightly as he drove the car, and she drove him.
"I like stick shift." she said playfully.
He laughed.
Annette went back to the business of the blow job and a car whooshed passed them. "What was that?" she asked.
"Nothing." he removed a hand from the wheel and put it on the back of her head, "That feels so good baby."
"Both hands on the wheel." she mumbled with his cock in her mouth.
"Oh... uh... yes..." the vibrations of her speaking sent a thrill down the base of his penis. "You're so good!"
"No I'm naughty." she mumbled.
He groaned and gyrated up at her as she sucked on him.
Another car pass but this one did so slower. Max noticed that the passenger, an older woman did a double look but he didn't say anything to Annette for fear that she would stop all together.
Annette continued bobbing up and down on her husbands cock. She knew the car that had passed had to have seen her doing it, and that gave her an extra thrill. A Semi followed and she hoped her husband didn't say anything. She sucked his cock slow, hoping the driver had a passenger that could see what she was doing. If not from the side window, surely through the windshield as it was so big, the roof was high and the seats were low. She stretched out her body even more and kicked her legs as her head bounced up and down along the length of her husband's cock.
The semi lingered along side for a while and Max grew nervous.
"Um... oh..." he was about ready to cum. "Fuck it." he gasped and shot his load up into his wife's mouth.
"Mm." she hummed with the surprise of his brashness. The cum shot strait into her throat and caked the roof of her mouth as well. She sucked it down and licked his head for a while before tucking his penis away under his underwear. She zipped up his pants and sat up strait, fixing her hair. The semi drove on.
"Wow! You do that so good." Max was flushed.
"Thanks." Annette wiped at some cum that had dripped to her lip and then she sat in the corner and stared at her husband for a while. "I like to do it you know... for you... I like to please you."
"You do- sure enough- I have NEVER been so happy."
"If there was anything you wanted me to do you know Max, I would do it, for you."
Max wasn't sure what she meant by it but the detour sign up ahead and the flares told him there was trouble. "Looks like we have to detour to US 1 for a while... this changes everything."
"Maybe we can stop at the boardwalk!" Annette said suddenly, "You can win me a prize!"
"That sounds like a plan." Max agreed.
She eyed him from the corner: "You are NEVER spontaneous, what has gotten into you max?" Annette was smiling.
"Who say's I am being 'spontaneous? This could all be part of my BIG design." Max gripped the wheel like a madman, and made a face.
Annette laughed, "I love you."
"Who can blame you?" he grinned.
The road that they were on came to an end at US 1 and they turned North.
It was along the stop and go traffic that He got a cell phone call. He answered: "Yeah!... no kidding all the way up there too huh? ... let me see...." he put his thumb over the receiver: "Do you think we can pick up my friend Malcolm in Daytona?"
"Malcolm." she pronounced the name carefully: "A friend of yours from where?"
"College, I was one of the 25% at Bathoon Cookman... it's an all Black college, but all black means they have to accept a minority of white and I was blessed..."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah I only had to pay 17% of what my tuition would have been... but the locker room was a drag."
