After the morning get together I had with Kelly and Laura, I started to see Kelly more often, especially since Laura had gotten more involved with Steve, the lawyer she had a date with that evening. We still saw each other, and it was not unusual for her to call me to come over after one of her dates to share her well used pussy in a round of sloppy seconds. It worked out well, as I got to feel the slickness of her well spermed cunt, and she got a second (or sometimes, third, if her date went well) big load to finish off her night. So as it turned out, that morning with Kelly came at a good time, just as Laura's love life was headed in another direction.
Kelly's husband was always careful to use a condom whenever they had sex, even if the timing was such that she wasn't likely to get pregnant. Kelly liked her sex bareback. As a result, most of the time, she would take my bare cock in her unprotected pussy, even though she'd have me pull out and come on her, or take me in her mouth if she thought it was a fertile time for her. Not the best birth control method, to be sure, but she sure liked the feel of my cock in her pussy, and how it felt when it was spewing into her.
About three months after Laura, Kelly and I had our three way, we got an assignment to cover a major event in the state capitol, and would be gone overnight. A screw up on the part of our office staff left us with no place to stay that was in a reasonable distance. To complicate matters, one of our satellite vans was out of commission, having been hit by an inattentive driver during a shoot along the interstate. I came up with a solution. I have a camper van, which I use mostly on weekends and vacations. It's not your typical "Mystery Machine" from the 70's, and is fitted out much like a larger RV, only adapted to a chassis used for an airport bus, a Ford E350. It has a small stove and fridge, a bathroom, and a fold down bed. While I would have to make some accommodations for our equipment, it would work for this assignment.
I cajoled the station manager into letting me use my van, getting mileage and gas for the trip. I thanked him and beat a hasty retreat, wanting to get out of there before he changed his mind. "By the way," he called out as I started down the hall, "You're going with Kelly. Don't get any ideas about any funny business, she's a married woman, you know!!"
"Right, boss. Got it." Getting Kelly in the van for some funny business was exactly the idea. The event was the next evening, so I called a buddy down at our affiliate in the capital and arranged to use some of their equipment. This would free up some space in my van, so that all I would need was a camera, tripod, and some cable. I advised Kelly of my plan, and told her I'd have a table set up so she could work on the script for her remote while we travelled, approximately three hours. She liked that, as it took some of the pressure off her. I went home and hooked the van to the 30 amp line, getting the air conditioning and fridge to temperature for the next day. Later, I'd stock the fridge so we had food and suitable beverages for the next night.
The next morning, we did our usual broadcast, then got set to go. Kelly had packed a bag, bringing it to the station with her, alleviating the need to stop at her house, which would save us the time to go to her home. We stowed our gear, and we were off by mid day. She really liked the van, and was impressed by how everything was laid out, making full use of the space. Once underway, she changed from the black dress she had worn for the morning news into travelling clothes, cut offs and a white tank. I suppose I should not have been surprised, as I had seen Kelly in various stages of undress numerous times by this point, and it was not unusual for her to go braless on the air, but when she walked up front to ask me something about power for her laptop, and I saw her shapely hangers filling out the thin white top, her big areolae and poking nipples clearly visible, I almost went off the road. I reached up and held her right tit as we chatted, making the nipple really stand up.
"You're terrible!!" she teased me as she went back to work on her news copy.
I drove on, making good time. We stopped about two hours down the road for a quick grab and go lunch at an Arby's. The air conditioning made Kelly's nipples poke out prominently, and she had the attention of every guy in the place. It was hot to watch her knowing exactly the effect she was having. I kidded her about it when we got back to the van.
"I knew they'd all be falling on themselves. When I was in college, I used to do that in a white T shirt just to see the reaction of the guys on campus, or in a bar. It was quite a rush to know that I was getting them hard, and that they were thinking about what they'd like to do with my bouncing titties. It was a great way to pick up guys, too. If I saw someone cute, I'd approach him. Never got turned down."
I laughed. "You really were a slut in college!!"
"Yeah, I was." Kelly smiled distantly. "I had a lot of fun, though."
Kelly sat up front as we ate our lunch, which allowed me the marvelous view of Kelly's tits swaying as we drove. She noticed me watching. "You pay attention to the road. You'll get to play with these later."
"Well, how about a preview??" I teased. Kelly smiled, put her chicken cordon bleu sandwich down, then reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, her tits bouncing into full view.
"These breasts ain't chicken!!" said Kelly, picking up her sandwich. She rode topless while she finished her lunch. It was better than a Jamocha shake. When she was done, she grabbed her top and went back to finish her script, letting her tits shake in my face as she leaned over to kiss the top of my head. I gave her a squeeze as she stood up. She smiled and walked back to her perch on the rear seat.
I let her know we were getting close to our destination when we were about 20 minutes out. She yelled thanks, and I saw her put her tank top back on, then reach into the closet where she had hung her outfit for the remote. The field reporter's "on location" clothing is one of our royal blue polo shirts, which has the station logo on the left breast. The men usually wear gray or tan slacks; the ladies have the option of slacks or a skirt. I loved going on location with Kelly, as she usually wore a white mini skirt. She looked good in it, as it showed off her toned legs well, and I was often on the receiving end of a panty flash some time during the shoot. Kelly dropped her cutoffs, revealing a pair of sheer light blue panties, then stepped into the skirt, finishing off by pulling the polo shirt on over her tank top. She looked professional, but I'd be thinking about those unbound tits swaying under her station shirt and a thin, white tank top as she did the live part of the assignment.
We got to the capitol and set up, doing our report on the event for the 6 PM newscast, then going to dinner before coming back for the 9 and 10 PM reports. Kelly didn't disappoint, and I got an eyeful of blue panties while we were being seated for dinner. After we wrapped the last broadcast, we got our stuff together and went back to the van. I stowed my gear while Kelly went in and changed back to her cutoffs and tank. Once I was set, I got in and we headed to a nearby campground, where I had already reserved a spot. I picked up my paperwork and site number, and rolled slowly to the site and set up. Once plugged in, I started the air, much to Kelly's relief, as it was a warm night.
"I was wondering if you were going to get AC on," she said, a little apprehensively. "And where are we going to sleep?? We won't both fit on this rear seat."
"Fear not, my lovely lady. Watch and learn." I pulled the table I had set up from its mount in the floor and stowed it. I held out my hand to Kelly, pulling her up so we were standing together. I then hit the button for the seat, folding it out into a bed. I put down the pad, then laid out a pair of sheets and blanket, making up the bed for us.
"Wow," said Kelly. "That's cool!! I have to get one of these."
"Ain't it great?? All the comforts of home-even a bathroom. It has enough space to live in, and is small enough to take almost anywhere. You'll sleep well tonight."
Kelly sat down on the bed, feeling around to see how it felt for cushioning. "I think I will. This is pretty comfortable."
Satisfied that I had made the van comfortable for Kelly, I got my shower bag together, telling her I was going down to the men's room for a shower to wash off some of the sweat I had accumulated during the day's activity. She said that was fine, as she had to get some of her report posted to the station website and social media feeds. I gave her a quick kiss and a squeeze, and I was out the door.
