One Hot Anniversary Trip (Part 1)

One Hot Anniversary Trip

Chapter 1

It’s been awhile since we’ve gotten away together, and I feel that familiar relief as I gaze into the rearview mirror of our SUV, leaving the city behind.  We decided to escape for a weekend in celebration of our anniversary.  Beside me, my beautiful wife Cathy is texting our daughter.  She’s looking extra hot tonight, very sexy.  Nobody looks better strapped in a seatbelt than my wife, so many of her fascinating curves exposed.  She looks especially fresh and alive this early evening, and as I take a second glance, I catch an ever-so-slight whiff of her rich, provocative perfume.  My heart is stirred as I take in her beauty with a third quick glance.  She’s still lost on her phone.  After all these years of marriage, she still moves me.  She’s truly is the love of my life.   After decades together, she’s always stealing my last thoughts as I’m drifting off every night.  I have an endless hunger for her, and I feel it rising in me now.

I change lanes and set the cruise control as we fly down the interstate on a gorgeous Friday evening.  As we loaded the car earlier, I noticed she chose her designer jeans, new boots, and a favorite black blouse.  She’s tall and slender and punishes me with how stunning she is in tight jeans and boots.

She’s texting away and seemingly unaware of me.  I slip my hand behind her neck and flip her sleek, blonde hair aside.  I just have to touch her.  I softly massage her neck, and she acknowledges my touch and her eyes say feels great, don’t stop.  My hungry eyes wander over her as she relaxes and closes her eyes.  I touch the edge of her blouse where it meets her shoulder, gently peel it back for just a moment, and caress her underneath.  She loves to be touched there, that sensitive place on top of her shoulders.

Can a woman have more beautiful blue eyes?  It’s the first thing that captivated me about her.  Come to think of it; it was the second.  A gaze of her strolling in a sundress on a sunny California day, seeing that curvaceous body stroll across the park, and that flowing Farrah Fawcett blonde hair fluttering in the summer breeze and I was….Well, I was stunned, seriously wowed.  When our eyes met later that day, the sheer softness of her baby blues melted my heart, and I was permanently hooked.

I didn’t know at the time what it felt like to hold her in my arms, but I spent what seemed like every moment those next few days thinking about it.  That day came soon enough, and it would be a special evening neither of us would ever forget.  We talk about it often.

She’s finished texting, and slides her phone into her purse, feeling secure about her communication with our daughter, I can tell.  I massage her neck a bit deeper, and she responds with wilting shoulders and slowly closes her eyes.  She tilts her head back and takes a deep breath, relaxing.  She’s instantly lost again in my massage, my fingers having all of her attention now.  Whatever stress she felt is slowly melting away, which seems to match perfectly my feeling of leaving it all behind in the rearview mirror for a weekend.

We’re headed west, and the setting sun’s golden light on her skin stirs me like it always does.  She’s slowly melting, and real relaxation is now setting in.  She surprises me by slowly turns her head and sweetly saying “I love you,” and I know she means it.  She squeezes my hand and then leans her chair back a little further to relax.

My fingers move from her neck to circle her ear ever so softly, and I can almost see the last of the stress leaking from her body.  As we drive, Shania and others take turns on my Pandora Love station.  The low music is especially soothing as the sun sinks, and dusk comes upon us.  We still have over two hours to drive, but that doesn’t matter.

We’re together.  We’re alone.  It’s a perfect start to our weekend getaway.

She’s not asleep, but it looks like she is.  With the last fading light as evening sets in, she’s stretched out in the passenger seat, and I take her all in, studying her curves as I slide my fingers to the top of her head.  I notice her soft lips part with satisfaction because this is the ultimate relaxation for her.  The tips of my fingers move slowly over her scalp and tangle in her shiny blonde hair.  It’s a bit erotic for me to see the look of pleasure on her face.

Her three words have been the only ones spoken for many miles now, as dusk is replaced with darkness and shadows.  It feels lonely on the interstate, passing a car only occasionally.  I want to feel the texture of her blouse, so I swirl it between my fingers.  I move my hand to her jeans and feel the warmth and strength of her slender legs, reminding me of her sensually soft skin beneath.

She opens her eyes for the first time in a while, just for a moment, and her gaze makes me think she’s somewhat surprised night has fallen so fast.  Where did the time go?

Her eyes move to the window as she leans back her seat further, the star-filled sky introducing itself to her out the passenger window.  I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking.  At that moment, seeing her raw beauty and sexiness stretched out next to me, I’m so glad she’s mine.  Shadows glide slowly over her body as we pass some far off lights.  With her eyes still searching the brilliant stars, she reaches to my hand on her leg and locks our fingers together.  She takes the back of my hand slowly to her lips and sensually kisses it, sending a message of how close she feels to me at the moment.

She feels safe in the darkness of the night on the interstate, the seat lowered behind the tinted glass.  Without a word spoken, listening to the soft music in the darkness of our car, she moves my hand to her top button on her blouse and undoes it under my fingers, then moves them down to the next one.  I take my time undoing each button without looking, feeling my way since I’m driving with my left hand and having to watch the road.  When I finish, I gently pull open her blouse to each side and slide my fingers across her midriff.   She reaches and begins loosening her belt while my hand soothes her, rising to touch the top of her breast, my fingers gently tracing the edges of her skin pressing against the edges of her sexy bra.  I know she’s waiting for me, so I unbutton her jeans skillfully with three fingers, then slowly unzip her jeans in the darkness.  I glance over and the dark shadows of the night expose her raw sensuality, as she begins to hungrily move her hands over both of her sensual, firm mounds.  I’m struggling to keep my eyes on the empty road ahead as I glance back and forth.  Safety first, but it’s not easy.

She leans her chair back to where she’s practically horizontal and takes my hand again in the darkness.  She holds my palm to her cheek then slides it down to her neck.  She eases it then to her swelling breasts, pressing my warmth against them.

She releases me and takes over solo, sensually caressing all her bare, seductive skin.  She enjoys giving me a solo show, and it turns her on to know what she’s doing to me.  My eyes are on the road as another car passes in the left-hand lane, but there is electricity running through me as watch her fingers tickle and tease her seductive body.  In a few moments, I hear a small snap, and she’s loosened her bra, spilling out her beautiful, round breast and erect nipples.  She moistens a finger in her mouth and begins circling her nipple. I hear her breath quicken as she does the same with her other breast.  She looks amazingly erotic, stretched out next to me as her body helplessly succumbs to the pleasure.  Her face glows, eyes closed with her mouth open, her tongue circling her lips.  Her breasts begin to heave higher with each breath she takes from the pleasure.  She continues the assault on her nipples as if she’s making herself suffer from intense pleasure.  She moans, then gasps, as her hands hungrily massage each breast now.  Then she rolls each nipple between her fingers, and her body can’t take anymore.  Her hips hungrily dance, sensually thrusting.  I can only imagine how dripping wet her pussy is, and how much I want to devour her orally.

I’m lost in her, and thankful at the moment there are no other headlights near us.  She arches for a moment, lowers her jeans to the floorboard, and removes them.  I’m in awe of her, sprawled out with only her black panties on, her body so alive.  In the shadowy darkness, she finally reaches for my hand and puts it on top of her black silk panties.  I can feel her wet heat.  Her fingers pleasure her sex, while mine rest very gently on top of the panties stretched over her hand.  She wants me to tease me, letting me feel her fingers circling her clit beneath.  The movement of her fingers below mine consumes my every thought, imagining, desiring.  Lightning surges through me as my fingers sense her hand shifting. I realize she’s buried two fingers inside and is now caressing her clit with her hot cum.

She’s flying solo for me, knowing she’s driving me insane at 75 mph.

I hear deep moans of ecstasy and feel her searching fingers as they send shockwaves through mine.  I am hopelessly aching for her, my hands tormented to the obedience to her desires.  She is plunging against her fingers deep inside her as I still try not to succumb to my primal desire.  Finally, she pulls her dripping wet hand out of her panties and reaches over to me, and I desperately lick and suck all I can.  Finally, she pushes my hand under her soaking panties, hungry for my touch inside her.  It’s not an easy angle for my fingers, but I manage to lean forward, pulling myself closer to the steering wheel. From there I’m able to stroke her throbbing, wet pussy.  She spreads her legs wider, lifting her right leg to brace it above the dashboard, her foot pressing against the windshield. Her back arches with every raw thrust as we hit a hungry rhythm, trying to quench her endless desire.  She whimpers and moans with ecstasy and her entire body syncs to thrust me deeper as her hips helplessly writhe with hot passion.

She finally can’t take it anymore, her swollen, wet clit aching for attention.   I realize her body demands more than my fingers can give, so work my hand underneath her ass and plunge my thumb deep inside her slit, instantly feeding her passion.  She bucks harder and has to place her left hand on the seat below her to extend her violent thrusts.  Her furious breathing is replaced with a cry as she begins to explode, her body convulsing in raw ecstasy.   Her violent hips thrust now with a primal desire as she rides a long, steep wave of intensity.

Her body’s quaking begins to fade, then finally subsides.  Both her hands are firmly holding my wrist, pulling me easily back and forth into her, trying to capture every last euphoric feeling.  The rest of the world seems a million miles away at the moment.

Eventually, she dresses in the darkness, leaning the seat up to the normal position.   She’s in full face and hair restoration mode, grabbing gadgets and tiny brushes from her purse and taking advantage of the light and mirror on her visor.  As she does, we exit and find there’s not a parking space left at this popular Italian place.  We’re left having to park in a very dark, remote field separated by a row of trees from the full parking lot, and it’s a small hike to the restaurant.