Road Trip, Part II

We had decided to meet the following week in a hospital parking lot, far away from work. I had been sitting there about ten minutes, beginning to wonder if this really was a good idea or not, when she drove up in her green Honda Accord.

Instantly my doubts disappeared when I saw her but, through the glass I could tell she still had some second thoughts in her eyes. I smiled and winked at her though the glass, and this got me a sly smile. I nodded enthusiastically, like the excited nervous puppy I was, and shrugged my shoulders. She smiled even wider with a more confident and nodded back and motioned for me to come get in her car. I obliged and she hopped out of the driver seat to walk around to the other side of the car.

I couldn’t help but notice she took my advice about wearing a skirt which made me smile, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was wearing panties or not. I had only admired her ass from afar but today, she was up close and personal and I enjoyed the thought of sharing this day with her.

I didn’t know what the day would hold, but I knew, we were doing this together, and it was going to be one to remember. I opened my trunk and got out the cooler I had, and put it on her back seat.

“What’s in there?” she asked.

“Our wine. We can’t have a road trip without wine.”

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, just to see how she was going to react, a test kiss if you will. To my pleasant surprise, she turned and slipped on hand behind my neck and pulled me into her. Her soft lips found mine, then her tongue, found mine, and her hand found my thigh. The kiss itself was deep and soulful, probing and exploitative and I reciprocated poring my very being into the kiss. For a moment the outside world was blocked out, I was not aware of anything other than her kiss and her hand on my thigh.

We gently ended the kiss, she pulled back, and looked me in the eyes, which seemed to want to swallow me up. “No, we can’t have a road trip without a kiss first.” She said. The words wouldn’t come to me at first so I simply smiled a half-grin and said “um hmm”.

Turning back to the steering wheel, I put the car in gear, and began to drive. Her hand never moved from my thigh, so I slid my hand over to hers and we rode in silence for a bit, she was looking out the window, and was most assuredly she was wondering what she had just done, and what she would be willing to do, for I was thinking the same thing.

After a while, I said, “Hey, if you are really feeling like a rebel, why don’t you get out a bottle of wine, there are some cups to pore it in so we don’t get busted”. She complied and soon we were cruising down the interstate, drinking wine, listening to music, bitching about work, and some of the things that made us tick. Her hand was still on my thigh and from time to time on my dick, as we drove, drank and talked.

We came to a state park which from the looks of it was rather empty, and found a place with no one around to park. We broke out the sandwiches I had brought and continued our discussions.

Finally I suggest that we talk a hike though the woods, on one of the trails and this idea she was all game for. We topped off our cups with wine and headed out into the wilderness. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the trees were green but it wasn’t quite warm enough yet to be hot and sticky. Well at least the weather wasn’t. I knew I was hot and sticky already.

As we walked my hand had found it’s way to her waist, and we stopped and kissed, some more of those deep, soulful kisses, as she pressed herself into me, and my dick which couldn’t get much harder. I grabbed her ass and said "I want you now!"

(to be continued)