Chapter Three - The Road Trip
During the next week, I had made tentative, joking references and innuendoes about how good our sex had been after Danny's stargazing visit. Joanne resisted the thought that it had made her excited. For my part, I was equally sure that I was right. The heightened excitement had brought her back into the good sex partner of our courtship and early married years. It was a great discovery as far as I was concerned.
And so, it should be no surprise that my waking hours were haunted with plotting how to arrange the next adventure. Though I had a number of fledgling plans, as is frequently the case, fate arranged the next one by an accident.
The phone interrupted dinner. Joanne checked the caller ID and then took the call.
"It's Janet, I better take it." She slipped around the corner into the other room and I continued my dinner. I was reading a Washington Post article about Enron and didn't pay attention to the early conversation. As I finished it up, however, I heard the end of the conversation.
"NO, it's no trouble at all, Janet. Don't even give it another thought. We are going to be right there. We plan to come back on Sunday evening. It's perfect. No, no bother at all. Glad to have him."
My ears perked up at the way that exchange ended. I waited expectantly.
"Looks like we'll have company on the drive back from Mother's house!"
She bit back a tiny smile, but I caught it. "Oh?"
"Yes, Danny needs a ride back from school next weekend. It isn't even out of our way, so I told Janet we'd be glad to pick him up. It'll be company for the drive home. OK?" She turned to her dinner and I pondered the implications and the possibilities.
"Oh, sure. Fine." I said. "The only thing is, I .... Well, we can take the other car."
"What? Why is that?"
"Oh, nothing really, I don't like to get the Mercedes wet inside. That's all." I was trying to keep my face straight.
"Wha .. at?" she looked at me like quizzically.
"Oh, you know. Danny gets so overheated. I might have to throw a bucket of water over him if he is in the car with you for an hour or so." I let my smile widen, waiting for her to look up.
She fought back the smile, in spite of herself. "Don't be silly. Why do you say things like that? You are crazy! He thinks of me as his maiden auntie."
I had the distinct impression that she was enjoying the thought of teasing Danny and of his attention to her. I had caught her when her guard was down, having just heard this news and still thinking it over herself. On the other hand, maybe I was just building the case up in my own mind?
I had the weekend to plan a way to drive the excitement level higher and higher. It wasn't clear just how I could turn this to my pleasure.
Early Saturday morning we set off on what is normally a little over an hour's drive. "Klik and Klak,The Tappit Brothers program was on the radio.
"Where are you?" Joanne asked as we neared her Mother's house.
"OH, sorry, did you say something?" I had been so deep in thought that I missed her comment.
"Nothing, I just wondered what mental adventure you were off on. You haven't answered my last couple questions."
"Sorry." I shrugged off my reverie. "I was just thinking that I need to go down to an electronics store on the way home. It's on the other side of town. I was thinking, if we can get away, maybe we time it to pick up Danny at school and then have dinner before driving back?"
"Oh, sure. Maybe we can go to that little place by the campus. What was it called?"
"Ciaou." Wasn't it? The Italian place with the balcony?"
"No its name is .. We haven't been there in years! That'll be great!"
Did I hear wheels rolling in her pretty head? She slipped her hand onto my thigh and when I put my hand on hers, she moved it onto her leg. I pressed her skirt a little higher and let my hand rest against her pussy. Her panties were moist and warm over her pussy. I said nothing. Once in awhile, I do know enough to keep my thoughts to myself.
Since we were now at Mom's house, I took the little gesture as very promising for the end of the weekend. Joanne looked at me over her glasses as I my hand lingered against her pussy for a minute after I parked the car. Reluctantly, I withdrew it and frowned playfully at her as I opened the door.
"Hi, Mom, how ya doing?" I called.
The weekend was full of errands and little household chores. We were finished up, and ready to depart by about 4 in the Afternoon on Sunday. Another hour and the car was packed with the things which inevitably had to be taken home from Joanne's mother's house. It never failed. I groused and complained that we didn't need any more goddamn baskets, and certainly did not need that unopened box of bar glasses that were "just sitting here gathering dust!" By the time we pulled out, the trunk was full and there were some things in the back seat of the Mercedes.
"I hope Danny doesn't have much luggage!" I said, much too late to have any effect.
"Oh, I hadn't thought of that. I don't think so, though," She said full of confidence.
"We'll find a way!"
At dinner, Joanne was once again very animated in conversation with Danny. Danny's cheeks were flushed, I noticed. I was generous with Joanne's drinks, but as the driver, I had to stay sober. It was also easier to keep my plot moving.
"Oh, sorry, Mrs Williams, was that you I kicked?" Danny said. The long white table cloth concealed any hint of whether a game of footsie had begun and Danny was just not used to the rules of engagement.
"Oh, that's OK sweetheart, I walk on them too," she joked. Danny recoiled slightly meaning that she had nudged him with her foot in silent rebuttal.
It had not occurred to me earlier, but now I noticed that Joanne had dressed a little high-toned for a trip home; She still wore the pleated navy blue silk skirt and nearly see-through white blouse on that she had worn to church in the morning. Interesting, I thought, then enjoyed a secret smile known only to myself. Alert to the game, now, I watched as she flirted with our young friend. As she talked and smiled her bright crimson smile, she touched his arm while her other hand fiddled with a blouse button.
She fiddled and fiddled with that second button, and her talk became more animated as she finished her second glass of wine. The gesture drew attention to the round breasts pressing the bounds of the nylon blouse. The lace of her white bra was elegantly gleaming through, promising delightful treasures concealed, yet not concealed. I signaled the waiter for another glass of wine and a beer for Danny. When I turned back, I noticed that Joanne was now fiddling with the next lower button. The second now being open, exposing a delicately tanned expanse that included the well-defined beginning of her cleavage.
The new bra, which I had watched her buy yesterday, pushed her breasts upward and slightly together. An opulent twin bulge, not obvious, but more hinted at than anything. It was an engaging sight, beautiful in its subtlety. She leaned toward Danny now, legs tucked under her chair and chin on her hands. It was the classic flirting pose from all those old cigarette ads, I thought. I could feel exciting warmth begin in my own groin, so I could just imagine the effect this was having on Danny. His face was still slightly flushed with pleasure.
Would she unbutton yet another of those little buttons? I watched with wonder and noticed that the blouse now gapped forward a little, allowing a little of the lacy bra to show, straining under its load. Danny's eyes kept stealing little looks, darting away from her captivating eyes.
"By the way, Danny, how much luggage will we be bringing? I'm afraid I loaded up the trunk a little bit already.?
"A little bit?" I protested, "you mean you filled it!" I have a tendency to grumble on the subject of carrying junk home.
"Well, nevermind!" she exulted, "we always manage, somehow."
"There are a few things. Hope it isn't too much." Danny said, a little cowed.
As the bottom of the third glass of wine came into view, I noted that she unbuttoned the little third button, casually, as her hand reached for the glass. She tilted the glass up, hinting for another and the view was lovely. There is something so totally sensual and seductive about a blouse opened to reveal the space between two lovely breasts and the lace trimmed edge of a bra. It is like looking into the white-hot heat of a blast furnace to me. The sight is breathtaking. You want it not to end. It fills you with awe at the overwhelming beauty of nature. The lapels of the blouse stand open, gaping forward slightly, letting you know that it is intended, not just an accident. Wonderful.
"We really should be going, soon." I noticed through the front widow that darkness had fallen. "Don't want to be too late."
It would take a little longer with these hints before Joanne swung her legs out from under the table an announced she was ready for the journey. She tucked her blouse into the band of her skirt. We could both take pleasure in the sight of her nipples, firm and prominent as they moved in little circles under the blouse. Her breasts looked high and firm and lovely.
Well, as you might guess, the pile of things we needed to find space for in the car was too much for the Mercedes. Still we packed and repacked until at last it was clear that the back seat was going to be full too. I grumbled.
"Look, just fill the back seat. I can sit on Danny's lapin the front. Is that OK, Danny?"
Joanne is never daunted by things like this and especially not daunted after four glasses of wine? "Remember? We used to do that all the time in the old days!" she nattered on, rather gaily. "That is, if you think you can stand me on your lap for a couple hours, Danny?" She held his arm and looked up into his eyes with a big smile.
"Uh, oh, sure. No problem." He was careful not to smile too widely, not wanting to let his pleasure seem too obvious.
"OK, we'll try it. We can stop from time to time, I guess." I said, helpfully.
Now you see what I mean by some plans being outdone by accidental factors. "This is going to be an interesting ride, I thought."
