The trip was more enjoyable than she had thought it would be. The sun was shining, they had gotten on the road on time, which pleased her husband immensely, and they had eaten a nice breakfast. Jimmy Buffet was playing on the radio. A week of relaxation was just what the doctor ordered.
She settled back in her seat and squirmed a little as the seam of her jeans rubbed against her pussy lips. With a quick intake of breath she glanced over at her husband who was tapping his hand on the steering wheel in time with the music and singing along with undisguised gusto. Her hand slid between her legs for an instant and she was amazed to see that as soon as she started that movement, his eyes had glanced downward to follow her fingers. He doesn't miss a trick, she thought. It's a good thing we booked a suite with a separate bedroom; I'm going to enjoy some good old-fashioned fucking and sucking when we get there.
She glanced over her sunglasses and giggled as he adjusted his own pants which had formed a tent where his cock had stiffened in reaction to her tiny movement. Men are pigs, she grinned to herself. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
She glanced over at the bulge she had created with that tiny movement and licked her lips as she reached out to scratch her fingernails up and down the denim-covered shaft. He chuckled and spread his legs so that she could reach down and massage his balls. Her anticipation for the beach jumped up several notches.
Her stomach rumbled and she stared out the window longingly as another restaurant went whizzing by. "Come on, let's stop. You know how I get when I'm hungry!" Just saying that brought the twinge of a migraine slashing through her head. It wouldn't be too long before irritability overran her libido.
Her husband's smile slipped a little bit but he recovered quickly. "I read about this little café that's supposed to serve great food and it's not too far from here."
She sighed and settled back into her seat. His penchant for having a plan for everything was both a blessing and a curse. Now it was curse because he wouldn't be satisfied until they were at the café and he would be very annoyed if she forced him to stop somewhere else. At other times it was a blessing. Sex was never boring with him because each of his plans was a whole new adventure. There were always new toys, new positions, and new places. She liked it hard and fast, or slow and tender, and he always knew which one she wanted, as if he could read her mind. She never knew what was coming next but no matter what, she always found herself shuddering from one orgasm to the next until she literally had to beg him to stop. Oh well, there were many more blessings than curses so she would just have to wait this one out.
Luckily, he was right. It didn't take long at all. Ten minutes later she was walking across the parking lot toward the little café. He had that bounce in his step that told her that it was all going according to plan. Even if the food was bad, he would be satisfied. They were eating lunch at the place he had planned for in his mind.
They settled into a booth and she was pleasantly surprised to find that the menu was just to her liking. She had feared that it was just going to be another burger joint but this little restaurant had a whole page of low-carb food choices. Her good feelings came flooding back, so as soon as she placed her order and the waitress walked away, her hand once again roamed across her husbands' thigh which quickly brought his shaft back to attention.
"I'm supposed to be the one with the unquenchable libido. Remember?" He said with a huge grin. His fingers crept up her thigh to settle into the heat radiating from her crotch. She could almost feel the juices oozing out of her pussy in reaction to his touch. Geez, get a room, she thought to herself.
The food was excellent and they spent the whole meal laughing, talking and teasing each other. She could almost smell the excitement in the air. He was relaxed and happy which made her even more excited. When everything was clicking, like it was right now, the day seemed brighter and cheerier. She was having such a good time that she felt a twinge of disappointment when the waitress left the bill and began to clear the table, signaling the end of the meal.
"I better hit the bathroom before we get on the road again." She slid out of the booth and checked the front of her shorts to make sure there wasn't a visible wet spot. "I'll meet you at the car."
He grabbed the bill. "I'll pay the bill. Take your time." He smiled widely. Man, he really is in a good mood. Normally he's itching to get back on the road. She knew that there was usually some internal clock running in his mind that kept the trip on a strict timetable. If they got too far out of sync with his trip odometer he would start to get irritable. Obviously he was trying very hard to keep this vacation relaxed. Her pussy twitched its excitement. I hope the rest of the vacation is like this, she thought.
She strolled away from the table and as she walked she could feel his eyes watching her ass. She giggled to herself. When she had discovered that her husband was an "ass" man as opposed to a "breast" man, she had been a little taken aback. It had taken her awhile to come around to his way of thinking but now she looked forward to all the attention he paid to her tight anus as he fingered it, licked it, and slid his cock into it. She stumbled a little bit. So this is what it's like to be weak-kneed. She laughed to herself.
She passed the first bathroom door and laughed at the sign that read "Snakes and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails". Naturally the second door labeled "Sugar and Spice" was more suitable and as she entered she broke into a wider grin as she passed the stylish sofa leading adorning one wall. Her husband always made fun of the fact that there was never a sofa in the men's room. She walked quickly to a stall and opened the door but it wasn't very presentable so she tried the one at the far end of the room which was suitable. She unzipped her jeans and slid them down and then peeled down her damp panties. The smell of her excitement wafted up and she slid her finger down between her legs to see just how wet she was. As her finger touched her hot, moist folds, she gasped at the sticky feeling. A single drop of hot pussy juice tickled its way down the inside of her thigh. She sighed. She was going to show her husband just how excited she was, as soon as she got the chance. She squatted and quickly took care of business. As she finished up she thought she caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye. She froze and turned quickly toward the wall. This wall was painted black to match the stall walls and as she ran her eyes over the surface she saw that there was a perfectly round hole right about at eye level. She leaned forward trying to see better and figure out what had caught her attention. Her mouth fell open as the head of penis poked through the hole.
Her brain tried desperately to sort through all the emotions that tumbled through her as he stared, open-mouthed at the stiff shaft jutting through the wall. She had read somewhere about this sort of thing but she thought this only happened in the back of sleazy adult stores. Almost involuntarily her hand dropped down to cover her exposed pussy as she stumbled to her feet with her jeans and panties still tangled around her ankles. The cock waited to see what she would do. While she watched, its stiffness eased slightly and the shaft began to wilt toward the floor.
She quickly reached down to pull up her pants. She was starting to get angry about this violation but as she bend down her eyes were drawn again to the wilting penis and her mind was flooded with other images. Her husband's good mood and his insistence on eating here. He had read about this restaurant somewhere. He hadn't said where. What if it was a porn site or a magazine? He had told her to take her time.
She stared at the penis and now it seemed so clear. Her husband's penis was long and not too thick just like this one. She had been up close and personal with that particular cock many, many times. The color and the shading were correct. He always had a plan and this one was the wildest one yet. She felt a twitch between her legs and dropped her jeans again as she reached out a trembling hand to touch the hot flesh jutting through the wall. She was instantly rewarded as the cock hardened immediately. Unconsciously, her tongue crept out and swiped across her lips. It looked like she wouldn't have to wait until she got to the beach. Her fingers curled around the stiffening shaft and she pumped it gently and watched a glistening drop of cum oozed up out of the head and hung expectantly on the tip.
