I can’t wait to see her. I need my “girl friend getaway.” I’ve waited 2 weeks, and between her traveling to Thailand for work, taking care of her home, the kids, her husband and my work travels and husband, we haven’t had much time to see each other. I miss her, and I am ready to connect. We love to catch up with each other to talk about all of the things going on in our lives, the good, the bad, and the ugly. It’s the only time I get to be my true authentic self. She’s good to me and good for me. We travel, we enjoy cocktails, we smoke cigars, we laugh, we do all the things girlfriends do on getaways.
Except we also fuck - a lot. I love her and she loves me. We are lovers, and no one knows it.
She’s made plans for us to take a short trip this weekend for our long overdue getaway. Her husband doesn’t have a clue and neither does mine; that’s how we plan to keep it. Everyone is happy, finally. The kids are happy, as if they ever care. The husbands are happy, their needs are always met. They have no idea of the ecstasy enjoyed during our girl time, why we really come home smiling. She and I (I’ll call her M) have this understanding, and it works well for us. My baby knows how to make my soul (and my pussy) happy. It’s almost as if we are kindred spirits. She knows what I need, her hands caress and explore my body with a mastery that completely takes my breath away. I’ve never experienced this level of intimacy before. We both have been married for quite sometime and we both complain of a lack of meaningful intimacy with our spouses.
M has sex with her husband on occasion. She says she knows when he wants it because it is the only time he touches her tenderly. For me, I never have sex with my husband. I am in a sexless marriage. The dutiful wife, desperately craving intimacy. I want to be loved, held, kissed, caressed, and sometimes freaked and kinked.
Sometimes I don’t need my line plumbed, I just need my cherry licked.
M comes to my house to pick me up. She sends me a text to let me know she is on the way. I’m waiting for her in my driveway. My husband comes out and greets her with me when she arrives. He gives her a big hug. I smile, and I give her a hug too. He likes her. She’s so nice. He knows how much we enjoy each other’s company, or at least he thinks he does. He and M do the customary brief small talk thing while I grab my overnight bag next to the front door. We both wave goodbye to the hubby……..and off to our weekend of girl time we go.
As soon as we get out of my neighborhood, we stop at a stop sign, and I kiss M. Her skin is so soft, she smells so good. M is wearing a short skirt with a thin, low cut top and no bra so that I can see her nipples. She knows I love that. It’s a button down, and she left just the right number of buttons undone so that it’s super sexy without revealing too much. There is just enough room for me to slide my hand in for tit worship. We tongue kiss for what seems like five minutes. The simple touch of her lips on mine makes my pussy quiver. I can feel myself getting wet. I put on a short dress for easy access just in case the spirit to worship each other hits us, and it always does. I didn’t wear any panties, so the car seat is getting wet from my juices. I know the things we are capable of when we get like this. We can be so shameless and without inhibition; the riskier the better.
M’s nipples are so hard and I explore them with my hand as we kiss. There are no cars coming in my quiet rural community. I take my tongue and run it across her neck making my way to her ears as I continue to gently, but firmly, pinch her nipples. She let’s out a sexy low moan letting me know how good I make her feel. She whispers, “ I’ve missed you baby,” as I move between her ears, her neck, and her lips. I tell M I don’t believe her, and I want her to show me. She smiles and takes my free hand and places it between her legs. She’s not wearing any panties and her pussy is so wet. M’s juices are running down the inside of her thighs. She feels so good, I can’t stand it. I pull away to look into her eyes. She gives me a coy look and we both smile. I take a deep breathe, I want her, I want to bring her to orgasm right now. I am about to explode and our hotel room is still 2 hours away.
We look at each other, and decide to stop…for now. We put ourselves halfway back together and keep driving. As we drive down the road, we talk about all the things that have happened over the last two weeks at work and at home. We talk about politics, we enjoy debating ideas at times, and we eventually get around to talking about our spouses. We share and laugh and enjoy the intimacy of our conversation for a little over an hour. We eventually get hungry and decide to stop in one of the small towns on the way to our girl time excursion to grab a bite to eat. We park the car, and go in to have dinner. It is almost dark when we come out of the restaurant. During dinner, I decide I’m going to be a bad girl when we get back into the car.
As we prepare to leave the restaurant, I get into the passenger’s seat of the car, after M unlocks the doors, and take off my bra. I toss it on her seat so she can see it as she gets into the car. My triple D tits are unleased from detention. She smiles and hurries to sit down. “Baby, are you comfortable now,” says M. I say “yes.” M knows the bane of a woman’s existence is a bra. It’s another reason being with a woman is so nice, there are mutually shared intrinsic understandings. I proceed to roll up my dress so that all of the bounty in need of harvest is exposed. M puts the key in the ignition quickly taking a glance at my naked body. She stops dead in her tracks and says “You’re gonna make me fuck you in this parking lot. You know I like to put on a show.” I pretend to not hear her and look away from her face. I pull my leg up on the dashboard and arch my back ensuring my nipples are straight in the air, giving her the green light to have her way with me.
M turns on the A/C, puts the emergency brake on, and locks the doors. She turns the car lights off and leans across the seat to suck my voluptuous tits. I let out a loud moan. My pussy is so wet and swollen it feels like a overflowed canal after a heavy rainstorm. She knows how to get me all spun up. No liquid courage required. Just her presence is all it takes to bring out the freak in me. We kiss passionately, as I take my other leg and hoist it onto the dashboard. I’m spread eagle for anyone and everyone to see. M lets out in an almost whisper, “oh my god” and she continues to manipulate my nipple with her tongue. She slowly takes her hand and places it between my legs and onto my clit. “My pussy is so wet,” M says sexily. I smile and nod my head in agreement. I reach up and shove my tongue into her mouth. M rubs my clit back and forth so gently before she inserts a finger into my pussy and places her lips onto my nipple.
I gasp. I whimper, and let out a big moan, it drives me crazy when she does that. Even more so, because anyone who cares to can see us. I can’t contain myself in the front seat of the car. She lifts her head to look directly into my eyes as she rubs my clit. Now, I’m thrusting my pussy into her hand until I explode. I scream as I cum releasing all the tensions and stressors of the past two weeks. It is so fucking good, I can’t move or speak immediately after. I just have to be still and feel all the emotions of it. My baby knows what it takes to get me right. After my time in animated suspension, I come back to myself and sigh deeply. I need something to sop up all the wetness. M smiles and gently pulls her hand away from my pussy. She sits up and stares at all of my nakedness and glory. I fix my clothes as she repositions in her seat, looking around to see if anyone has noticed our escapade. If they did, they are long gone now.
M says “I wanna wait until we get to the cottage. I want you to eat my pussy on the beach under the moonlight.” My eyes raise, surprised at the request. It’ll be a first for me, and I am ready for the challenge. I love her. She always creates the most fun, romantic opportunities for us to make memories of a lifetime. M says, “are you scared?” I respond quickly, “nope.” She smiles, I’ve never been with a woman like her. Hell, I’ve never been with any woman before. It just kind of happened, and I am glad it did. I feel like I have the best of both worlds. A great lover and a great friend. I wish I’d known her all my life. We probably weren’t ready for each other a long-time ago. I appreciate her now, and she appreciates me.
I reach over and kiss her. I thank her for sending me to the stratosphere like only she can. I tell her I love her. She tells me she loves me too. We get ourselves together, gather our composure and make our way to the final destination of our girl getaway.
As we pull out of the parking lot, we notice a handsome older gentleman standing next to his truck waving goodbye to us, smiling. As M and I look closely, the old mister has a hard on like nobody’s business. He apparently had been sitting outside of his truck watching us go at it. We both look at one another, and begin laughing. As we look back, the old man is rubbing his hard cock staring at our car. I roll down my window, wave good bye, then raise up and lift my shirt to give the old gentleman one final parting gift. He nearly falls over trying to watch as M digs off heading towards the highway. “No one is gonna look at those tit but me. They are mines,” M says. I laugh and shake my head. “ I know baby,” I tell her. I blow a kiss and we proceed with our trip.
If this is the beginning of the girlfriend getaway, I can’t wait to see what the rest of the weekend brings.
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