After about five miles, I shifted in my seat, causing the dress to ride up a bit more, exposing about another four inches of legs. And this time, I parted them, just a bit, just enough to make sure he stayed interested. And then I didn't move a muscle for the next ten miles or so. I knew he thought I had fallen asleep. And I may have. The coolness of the morning breeze, the warmth of the sun beating down on my head, warming my body as we drove down the interstate with the top down on the car, plus the anticipation of the weekend ahead, all worked to lull me into a fantasy state of half asleep, half awake.
As I lay there, I was suddenly becoming aroused, very aroused. I imagined I was laying on a beach, wearing my skimpiest swim suit, and someone was rubbing oil on my legs, on my thighs, between them, rubbing, massaging, inching upward toward my hot pussy, and I was enjoying it! I wanted the mystery hand to run a finger under the leg band on my suit and catch my clit between his fingers, roll it around, making it harder than it already was. Damn! I was really getting hot! And through this half dream state, I suddenly realized that I was not on a beach, but rather in the front seat of our car, and that Patrick was the person rubbing my legs.
Yes! This was more like it. He had slid my dress higher, and was now playing with the skin on either side of my high cut panties. And I felt him slip a finger under them, and run his finger over closely cropped pussy hair, and finally, my clit! I pretended I was still asleep, but parted my legs a bit further, making it possible for him to slip that daring finger inside my pussy! Oh, yes, that's what I wanted. I let a moan escape from my lips. Just a little moan, really, the kind of sleep noise you make when you're enjoying a dream. Patrick's hand froze for just a moment.
I was afraid I'd scared him off. And when he withdrew his finger from my pussy, and took his hand off my legs, I was certain of it. Damn! Just when I was starting to get hot, too! But I should have realized I had nothing to worry about. I immediately felt his hand touch me again, but this time on my chest. His right hand cupped my left breast through the top of my sun dress. Ohhh, I wanted him to slip it inside, to find my nipple, to twirl it around between his thumb and forefinger, to make it harder, to make it stick out further.
But he did me one better. Instead of fondling my breast under my dress, he opened the three buttons holding the top together. As he pulled the two halves apart, I could suddenly feel the wind rushing across my nipples, for he had exposed them completely to the light of day. And as the wind whipped them, the sun kissed them, and Patrick, well, Patrick just continued to touch them, first one and then the other! I was losing control. My passions were soaring as my husband continued to touch me, continued to make my pussy wetter and wetter, as we drove down an interstate highway, top down on the car, and my dress opened completely on the top, with the hem almost reveling my pussy. He stopped again.
I almost opened my eyes, I almost told him not to stop, when I realized what he was doing. He was undoing the bottom four buttons on the dress, and when they were undone, he pulled the dress open completely! I was lying there, eyes closed, my body completely exposed except for the tiniest pair of yellow panties covering my moist cunt, and my husband now had full reign of my naked flesh. He could touch me wherever he wanted, and expose me to whoever he wanted. My pussy was becoming a swamp!
And the only thing that could make me any wetter was about to happen. I felt Patrick accelerate the convertible. He pulled out of the right lane, and began to pick up speed. And I could hear the semi-truck ahead of us, and knew what my husband was about to do. I laid there with my eyes closed as he began to reduce his speed just a bit, and I knew why. We were next to the truck now, and Patrick was playing with my nipples, as if I needed extra stimulation. His speed leveled off, and I was certain that if I were to open my eyes, I would find us dead even with the truck, so that the trucker could watch as my husband continued to expose me, and play with me.
