Road Trip

Welcome to our entry designed for the over fifty crowd. We of retirement age have conformed long enough to society’s rules. We had to make our income and feed our families. Now it’s time to live and stop merely existing.

I am not implying that this is your only window to your imagination. But if you are not inclined to be artistic, then the body/mind combination is a fun and healthy place to get you moving.

My career was a forty year span in corporate America. I followed their rules of dress, speech, and decorum. I am now at the age where the term “quality of life” really has meaning and I plan to do whatever feels right. So, let’s move on to our next experience.

Road Trip

“Ed, it’s ninety six degrees outside. Time to get out of town and head to the Cape?” I said.

“Yep, time to pack the car and get on the road,” he quickly responded.

“Hmm, my mind began to ponder.” “A long road trip? What are the possibilities?”

Beside our home in Naples, Florida, Ed and I have a summer Cape Cod house along the National Seashore in Wellfleet, Massachusetts. It takes three to six days to reach the Cape, depending on how much leisure we build into the trip. After the necessary arrangements with the US postal service and our home management company, we were ready to roll.

Considering the heat and the balance between public decency and my fun time, I decided to wear a light purple poolside dress with matching underwear. Within five minutes, our Jeep entered interstate 75 and we were heading north.

With nothing to do, I decided to play mind games. I noticed that the glass on the Jeep’s front windows were not tinted and that I was quite visible to passing vehicles, especially, the large trucks.

Ed, after all the years together, could sense that something was on my mind.

“What are you thinking”? he asked.

“I’m thinking that I don’t want to be an internet cliche,” I said, “you know, the videos with a wife playing ‘entertain the truckers’ while either playing with herself or giving her partner a hand job.”

“Then don’t,” Ed said. I said nothing else for the next hour while watching the passing truck drivers look down hoping to be entertained.

Then the inevitable happened. Traffic was jamming up and slowing down to a halt.

We were stuck in between tractor trailers and couldn’t see what was causing the hold-up. Ken remarked that he felt like a single family house among skyscrapers.

Meanwhile, I became aware of the driver of a supermarket truck next to us. “Very cute,” I said loud enough to get Ed’s attention.

“Find something interesting?” he asked.

“Yes, a very sexy face.”

Ken leaned over to take a peek. “Good find. Feel like getting his attention? We have nothing but time.” With that, I was motivated.

It began with a smile. The response was immediate as if the driver was waiting for a sign. Our eyes met just below the driver’s baseball cap.

“What now?” was the expression that Ken perceived from both the driver and me. Always trying to be helpful, he jumped into the moment.

Reaching over and not receiving any resistance, he began to unbutton the front of my pool dress. He went halfway down and then back up to slide the dress off the shoulders, exposing the bra. He had their attention. The bra was removed. Ken cupped both breasts and held them up to the driver as an offering.

I took over the breast fondling enabling Ed to explore elsewhere. He continued with the unbuttoning until the dress opened to expose the panties. I gave a subtle nod to Ed to proceed with removing them.

Suddenly, the sounds of car and truck engines being fired up brought us all back to reality. Traffic began to move. “Damn,” we both said in unison.

“There goes a great moment. Wave goodbye,” he said.

I had a better idea. “Stay behind the truck. Maybe, we can meet up at a truck stop,” I said to Ed.

We followed the truck for a while, but traffic being what it is, we lost it.

Not wanting to waste the first leg of the trip, we decided to put in to next truck stop and do some videoing. I rebuttoned a little and after freshening up, then moved to the rear of the rest stop where there was a bench at the edge of the wooded area. Ed began to video as I unbuttoned, as I walked to the bench, sat down and posed for the camera. There was cars, trucks, speeding on the highway and entering and exiting the truck stop. The noise was ear piercing. However, I did not let any of this distract me. I felt like a natural work of art on display. My hands wandered over my body and I probed myself.

“Mind if I join you?” a voice questioned.

Ken and I were momentarily startled but recovered quickly. We saw the attractive middle aged brunette walking towards us. She was wearing white shorts and halter top. All nicely put together. And the face was very familiar.

“I would like to finish what we started back on the highway,” she said. At first, we were confused then Ed recognized the woman.

“You’re the truck driver.”

“Yes, I am Veronica.”

Pleasantly surprised, it didn’t take long to get us touching, tasting, and penetrating each other. I let my tongue languish between Veronica’s spread legs while Ed straddled her. She took him in her mouth. They switched and Veronica enjoyed my fun spot while I took Ed in my mouth.

The session continued until Ed came in my mouth.

Not wanting to wind down abruptly, I embraced Veronica and kissed her passionately while sharing Ed’s orgasm juice with her.

The first day of our journey was surreal. We were just getting started.

Ed

What can I add to this crazy experience? The only thing that comes to mind is “why didn’t we start this earlier in life?” I guess its true that life unfolds at its own pace.

Veronica was bright, funny, and definitely great company. The girls got along like long lost buddies or should I say “lust buddies?” Naturally, we exchanged contact info.