I asked my man to tell me a story for a change, and I have transcribed and edited. For all you haters out there...sorry, you will really hate this one, and what's even worse, I don't care and I will remove every hateful comment. Enjoy a story that will make you
1. Hot
2. Sleep
3. Rage
xxxxx
The weekend was over, the bags packed in the car, and we were back on the motorway, the three lanes stretched out before us, glistening and shimmering in the late afternoon sun.
"Good to be off the narrow lanes," I said, but in honesty missing the rural roads.
"Oh I'm not sure," you replied, "I quite like the country lanes, the walls and trees, the rolling hills and fields of sheep".
"Very poetic, but when you are stuck behind a caravan and a Tesco lorry, you tend not to notice the quintessential English countryside," the mild disdain in my voice only served to amuse you.
"Wow, how is your quintessence today my dear," your fingers gripping my inner thigh "do you have a bit of quintessence you can give me?" The playful mocking in your voice broke my grumpy road character.
"Ok, I agree, the Lake District is stunning, like a mini Scotland, and the wine by the river last night was pretty perfect, maybe I just wanted to stay in that moment for a little while longer, the sun was so refreshing."
You lay back in the seat, pushing your long legs to the very front of the foot well of the car.
"You are right, the sun was so warm, and so good to feel it on my skin after the winter, I think I may have even topped up my tan." Your voice floated, carried along by the relaxing cushion of your inner peacefulness.
"How long till we are home, could do with a glass of wine later."
"Let's stop at Tebay, grab one of those better wines that they have," I suggest, knowing the prospect of a good Pinot Grigio would meet with your approval.
(Tebay is a motorway service station, I guess you call them rest stops elsewhere? A place connected to the main road that is isolated from any town, specifically for the use of road travellers)
"Yes, sounds perfect, how long to get there?"
"About 40 minutes and then another hour home," I reply after glancing at the satellite navigation system.
The hills roll by as we cruise further south, the late afternoon sun now descending to meet the high rising hills of the northern lakes. The motorway is quiet, just a few cars and trucks dotted in the lanes, the tranquility of a Sunday afternoon broken only by the deep soulful tunes that fill the car.
As we round a long bend, the burnt orange sunlight fills the car once more, your long-tanned legs reflect the warm glow of the autumn light.
"Wow, I think you have caught the sun" my voice full of appreciation of your well-toned brown legs.
"Do you think? I hope so, should see me through the winter though, my legs look like porcelain."
In your bravado you lift your long skirt above your knees, revealing even more of your elegant legs.
"Does that tan go all the way?" I ask.
Your laugh reveals that you know my thoughts. "I know you, and how you just want to see my legs, you have no interest in my tan at all."
Your playful response only serves to make my enquiry more fervent.
"I love your tan, really babe, show me how far it goes, please?"
Slowly you pull the hem of your skirt further up, revealing a non-stop smooth tan. The muscles in your upper thighs are highlighted in the shadows cast by the setting sun.
"Far enough?" Your question seems somewhat rhetorical, as I know you know the answer.
"Well maybe just a little further would help." My desire to see further creates a stirring deep down inside me.
Even further you withdraw the white cotton of your summer skirt, slowly the tops of your thighs come into view. Taking my eyes quickly from the road I see the tiniest triangle of white cotton lace of your pants. The stirring I felt is now fully stirred, and the growth of my quickly hardening cock pushes against the tight denim of my Levi jeans. The road is empty, your skirt now far enough to see just a little bit more.
"This is turning me on," you say in a deep and sultry voice.
"Me too," I reply "maybe just lift your skirt a tiny bit more."
You gladly and willingly lift it to your waist, the sight is stunning, your lovely brown toned legs frame beautifully the fresh white triangle of your silk and lace pants.
"How do you feel?" I ask, hoping for the perfect response.
"Hot and wet," you purr seductively.
This was the perfect response. "I think we may need to stop before we reach Tebay, is there anywhere we can stop, somewhere private?"
I quickly scan my memory in search of safe and secluded places.
"Only one place comes to mind, I think there is a walk at Tebay, maybe we can park and go for a walk in the woods."
"That will do, worth a try anyway, as long as it is private?" you reply.
"Maybe you can get yourself even wetter and hotter right now, you know, have a little play?" My suggestion is met with a little hesitation.
"In the car, now, while you're driving?" your voice sounds apprehensive.
"Well I'm driving, so it is safe, and I could alter the mirror, so I can watch you and still watch the road."
You didn't need a second offer; your passion was overtaking you.