2nd Honeymoon #1

The day had been gloomy, mediocre sunlight poking through the half filled clouds for most of the afternoon, reaching a balmy 80 degrees by evening. Natural fragrance of pine and honeysuckle flowed on what little breeze there was as the couple were leaving for a week. Excited for their time, nervous that it’d been awhile away from home, and consistent sexual tension lightly bouncing between the two. They’d made plans for a week’s stay at a small resort off the Arkansas/Tennessee border.

Heading out on the highway in a rental car they had delivered that morning, they have light chatter in-between music playing in the background, the anticipation building the further they stretch the distance from home.

Halfway through, each mile makes the other squirm in their seats, minimal adjustments, and cues that proved they needed to stop at the next rest stop or gas station they came across.

You suggested that they might want to change into more comfortable clothing for travel in the humidity, having a few sets for each already picked out sitting in a bag in the backseat for ‘just in case’ occasions, along with preferred light snacks, drinks and entertainment. “You should try that purple one,” you comment as we’re going over the list of items.

They notice a sign that says rest/truck stop, motel and gas station next 5 miles. “We’ll take a break there, possibly grab some dinner, if they have anything,” you state as you take my hand in for a kiss. “Sounds great, we can change, and I’m looking forward to eating, as usual.” my half giggle, half laugh bouncing around the vehicle.

Goofing off with each other the rest of the way and enjoying the drive, they pull into the combined parking lot with spare spaces between big rigs. Assuming the drivers were either sleeping or out walking off their driving time, they locked up the rental, and headed inside the rest stop bathroom/showers with the change of clothes.

Full stomachs, showered and changed outfits, and bladders relieved, they start heading back to the vehicle. The only thing that was missing was needing some release of the prior sexual tension.

You decide to tease my ass as we walk back to the vehicle, which was slightly peeking out of the metallic purple skirt, moving closer to my ear and whispering, “A little something before we leave?” Catching a glimmer in my eye in response, purring back to you, “What do you have in mind?” You glance down pointedly at my top, metallic purple micro bikini under a short sleeve, upside down teardrop cut out, half shirt, “I want to see your tits hanging out of the micro.