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The Road Home
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The Road Home The white stripes of the highway reached far into the darkness, endlessly sweeping toward our car and dispatching themselves under peering headlights in straight ordered cadence. On the other side of the interstate, oncoming traffic looked like a broken undulating string of lighted pearls, marking the way to the invisible black horizon. The radio was off and the only sound was a whisper of air as our big Oldsmobile split the wind at 70 miles per hour. We raced past dimly visible ridges and rolling hills as I watched her through the corner of my view. She sat relaxed, in a quiet gaze out the side window, and the shadowed curves of her body, shrouded by stylish clothing, were toying with my imagination. By her expression I was wondering if she might be thinking of me also, as she absently fondled the top button of her cream-colored silk blouse. I wanted to flirt, to say something sexy and inviting, but what if that wasn’t on her mind or in her mood? Smooth talk was never a strong point of mine, and my blunt clumsiness would be humiliating if my arrow missed its target. I drove on, in a battle between the safety of silence and the risk of failing at a little love-teasing delight. The dilemma was arousing me, and I could feel a slight stirring begin to grow. “… Unbutton it.” I shocked myself when the words blurted out. She turned her face toward me as if awakening from her thoughts. I was silently condemning this impulsive advance, but then she smiled a mischievous “I’ll take the dare” smile, and rolled the button between her fingers, opening the blouse down to the delicate connecting of her bra. “How’s that?” she teased. I smiled. “Not enough.” I was into the risk now, wanting to play my teasing hand all the way, as we sped through the dark. “ Well, maybe this will do.” Then she loosed the remaining buttons and allowed the delicate blouse, held now only by her slacks, to open, revealing her brassiere and the rise of soft breasts resting under protective white lace. We rode silently through the night for who knows how long, me absorbing the presence of this seductively unbuttoned beauty in her suggestive aura, like the fan dancer who hasn’t yet shown you what you think you are seeing. I was trying to take in the daring figure of my beautiful wife in quick sideways glances, having to concentrate on keeping the hurtling automobile on the highway. The looks were quick but deep, absorbing the image of my partially disrobed lover in the semi-dark and feeling the rise of my desire. “Take your blouse off.” I said, a little afraid of how far to go with this, afraid of where she might rebuff my inappropriate demand. But then she pulled open the zipper on the side of her slacks and lifted the silk from her waistband, shedding the blouse from her arms and shoulders and letting it fall to the car-seat between us. Her pliant breasts bulged slightly in dark erotic contrast to the pale lace restraint of her bra, and I turned on the interior light to see her better. She leaned back against the seat, letting her partially opened slacks reveal a teasing glimpse of her flank and the top of her panties in the dim wash of the dome light. My growing excitement was causing me to squirm and shift to better take in her view. Her smile was knowing and mischievous, amused at what the strip-tease was causing as I endeavored diligently to keep the car straight while stealing as much view of her as I could. I pulled out to the left lane, passing an 18 wheeler. As we went by she casually draped the blouse over her shoulders, reserving the view of her luscious body only for me. Then as we moved ahead of the truck, she laid the blouse aside, exhibiting her slender tan form in the moonlight as we raced past open plains on the unbending stretch of interstate highway. “Is this enough?” She asked, teasingly. I was captured by her, completely and willingly, no inhibitions. “I want to see you. I want to see your breasts. I want you naked in this car.” “I thought so,” she purred seductively. She lifted her hips and pulled her slacks off, leaving them on the floor. Then sitting up and turning toward me she reached behind and unhooked the strap of her bra, letting it fall away from her body, giving freedom to her supple dark-titted mounds. The night-shrouded roadside landscape raced past us. Lace panties were all that remained, delicately hugging her hips and defining her intimacy. Though too dark to see, my mind’s eye could make out a textured bulge under the silk, betraying her hair-massed rise. I wanted to reach for her, to feel her flesh, to grasp her thigh and her breasts, to ravish her. My arousal was intensified by the dangerous flight of our speeding automobile, prohibiting physical conquest of the delicious moon-kissed body in the seat next to me. She sat relaxed against the joining of the car-seat and the door, raven hair draped seductively over her shoulders, knees half-bent, one foot reaching to the car floor, the other resting on the bench seat. I saw our exit and slowed to leave the interstate, then turning north on the 2-lane highway. There were no lights now, and none to be expected on this sparsely travelled road. The quiet musical roar of tires on grainy pavement was the only reminder that we were moving fast down a black highway. Without that, my senses would have declared us to be floating in an erotic dream. After regaining speed on the course for home, I again looked at my lover near me. I was surprised to see she had pulled her panties off while I wasn’t looking and was comfortably facing me, legs slightly apart, hand limply resting between her thighs, partially hiding her tousled nest. I thought I was relaxed, myself, and then realized I was gripping the steering wheel with both hands so tight my knuckles were stiff. My right hand released the wheel and reached for her leg, caressing her knee and silky inside of her thigh. “I feel left out.” She mourned playfully. “What would you like”, I asked, emboldened. “What’ve you got?” “I’ll show you,” I said. All or none, I thought, leaping off the metaphorical cliff. I reached down to my lap, pulling my belt buckle loose and undoing my wranglers. My manhood surged from the constraints and pushed out the top of my underwear as if leaping from a suffocating jail cell. It was big and hard, ruddy, rising from my lap bold and straight and full. She laughed in surprise and pleasure as she eyed the rise in the darkness. I pushed my clothing away as best I could, all the while holding the automobile on the road. She sat up and shifted her shapely nude body close enough to reach my rigid member. She grasped me, long fingers wrapping around and exploring with delicately gripping strokes. At the same time I felt her lips and warm wet tongue on my ear. My hips rocked, almost involuntarily, as I immersed myself in the mesmerizing pleasure of her grasp. Her hand left my protruding hardness and slid under my shirt, erotically grazing my belly and chest. The car had slowed as she devoured me with hands and tongue. Then she bent down, finding her way between my torso and the steering wheel. I felt the tickle of her long heavy hair falling over my groin and then the textured wet friction of her tongue running up the underside of my shaft. She had me, her prisoner of desire, tethered and surrendered. I realized the car had slowed to barely a creep as I tensed and squirmed under her control. She raised back up, scooting her body around to face me and, breathing in my ear, whispered “How are we doing so far?” I pulled the car to the shoulder and stopped, gathering her in my arms. We kissed long and deep, lips crushed together and tongues entwined. My hand explored the curves of her nakedness, feeling the soft silky skin of her side and hip, then sliding to the creamy inside of her thighs. Lifting a knee, she gave me access to her most secret intimacy, its moistness enveloping my grasping, stroking fingers. In the far distance lights of a vehicle became visible, coming toward our roadside refuge. “Lets keep going”, I whispered. “Lets get to the road.” We released our embrace, and I pulled back up on the highway. We drove silently, her hand stroking my thigh as she peered forward into the blackness. The oncoming beams grew larger, light suddenly and momentarily illuminating us, a large southbound truck passing by in a roar, but nothing like the roar of both our internal passions, anticipating their wild release. It was dark again, not a light on the highway nor anywhere in sight. There was only us, my forever lover and me. My thoughts were dominated by her, not just by the sexual presence of a seductive exotic beauty, naked at my side, but also my gratitude. She was, then and now, all things good to and for me. A beautiful complex woman, like a diamond; a partner seeing us through all the good and bad times; mistress of a real home - the kind many men never have the chance to know; nurturer of our relationship; attentive protective mother to our . But then she cannot be fully described without including the fiery facets of her sexuality; an adventurous, daring lover who knows the delight of the moment, and the right time to love wildly in unexpected circumstances. We pulled onto the dirt road that led home. Out of sight of the highway I stopped the car and turned the ignition of, facing her with burning desire. “Open the door,” she said, smiling. “We need more room.” I did, and she laid on her back on the bench seat of the automobile. “Take your clothes off. I want you. …here and now.” I stepped to the ground and obeyed her command, soon standing naked before her. She scooted to the edge of the seat and beckoned, knees parted, reaching for me. I pressed into her, my hardness suddenly surrounded by tight warm wetness, squirming and pushing to take all of me immediately. She was wild, groaning and thrusting against me, clawing my back and buttocks. We drove into each other in unison, fast and ardently, until my stiff member hardened even more and I groaned, emptying myself in grinding spasmodic thrusts. Her tunnel tightened around my assaulting phallus, squeezing for every bit of the nectar I had for her. We were sweating, panting, drained and weak. Her legs remained wrapped around me, holding me to her, as we lay still catching our breath. I was growing limp but reluctant to leave the sanctuary of her enveloping grasp. She kissed me. “Lets get home. There’s more for you in our bed. But right now we’d better get put back together. The babysitter is probably still up.” I laughed at our condition as I lifted my body from her and began searching for my scattered clothes, thrown about in the haste of the moment. Soon we were driving toward the house, the prudent modest regular couple, home from the city. This night was not our only erotic adventure. There have been many in spontaneous places and situations when the timing was right; so, in the crowd, I am secretly smug, knowing the smoldering woman who rests underneath, behind the virtuous smile and conventional manner. I chuckle, knowing what only she and I know. Some folks probably see a mysterious something in us, but can’t ever really know what it is about my wife and me. We only get better in this adventure of life, and appreciate ever more the importance of finding each other with passion uninhibited. She is the love of my life, and we possess a secret place that belongs to the two of us, ours alone, forever. |
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