"Do you remember what day this is? Do you need a hint?" Though only in our first day of our cross country adventure, I posed a leading question to my silent wife.
Already bored, she decided to play along. "Umm, July 14? Is it more than that? Ahhh, yes! It's Bastille Day. A very important day in..."
"True, love, but that's not celebrated here in the West. So what day is?" After allowing a few quiet minutes of face twisting puzzlement, I prematurely ended her 'suffering'. "It's National Nude Day and be very glad we don't celebrate World Nude day since that's in February!"
"Well, then my nipples would cut glass." Grinning sarcastically and turning slightly toward me to make a point, or two, she lifted both breasts and slowly slid along them until she could pinch and pull her hidden, precious nubbins. She teased, "But why are you bringing that up again? You know I won't do that." Knowing that silence can be golden, I was mute for fifty swift miles as I waited for her to face her denial. She finally brought it up on her own. "You really wouldn't care if anyone and everyone saw me naked? How can you say you love me and yet want me naked in public?" she asked haplessly.
"Honey, if you're willing to face your secret fantasy with me, I'll face mine with you." Hoping she would pursue the thought, I left the analysis to her. We drove in silence for another period.
Finally, during the Death Valley leg of our drive, my 'modest' wife surprised me by getting oddly frisky in the car on the way to our rest stop. Sue wore very snug and tiny jean shorts that only exposed a teasing little bit of her petite, sweet, curvy ass cheeks. She would never admit that the tiny low-riders showed more than she thought socially proper. Except for the single inch of pant leg, they fit her curves like paint; including her lusty, meaty, camel toe that made strong men drool.
To cut our time in the hot sun, we'd started out in the coolness before dawn so she wore a heavy, brown leather vest over her favorite snug, light-blue, patterned, button down shirt which started out tucked inside her shorts with just the top button open. It easily hid her tiny mid-A cups, unless she leaned forward or shrugged. She liked them tight, so her shirts had a tendency to gap open between strained buttons. Though looking fully covered from the front, her right, fuzzy, rounded, little mound was often fully exposed, including her hard, tall, perfect nipple, to anyone at her side. A male was ALWAYS at her side. She was in false denial and 'knew' she was covered since the shirt was always taut when she looked down at it. What the rest of us saw was that when she tilted her chin down to look, her shoulders pulled up and the gap closed tight to support her delusion.
Using very bad judgement, we'd been drinking far too late before our desert crossing. Yeah, that's it, blame the booze for our craziness. The run-down shack that passed for a desert version of a 7-11 was still 20 miles away. In the desolation of the predawn road, Sue looked for any other traffic. Seeing none, she nervously turned on a dome light and walked her jittery fingers up my leg. I glanced her way and saw her waiting for me to look at her. Licking her lips tentatively, she released her seat belt, ditched the vest and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. "I'm, I'm just doing this in bawdy celebration of Nude day, just for YOU!" She was skilled at reassuring herself.
Though we'd just showered together before leaving, watching her undress in the car, on a public road, with the inside lights on, added a dangerous spin for a sexy and modest woman ... as if she were one. Her eyes took one full orbit as a residual effect of the booze.
She peeled her shirt off her shoulders and I dared her to toss it in the back seat, out of reach. Her jaw dropped in mock shock. Since the road was still empty, she grinned and tossed the shirt then bravely sat back topless. Watching her little tits jiggle was too distracting for safety! Still testing my resolve, she unzipped her shorts, rubbed up one bare thigh and stroked over her crotch. When she saw me stealing glances, she tried to slip her fingers under the tight short shorts. They were too taut to get under them. My shorts were much looser and she had no problem inching her fingers under them instead.
Even as we saw a car leave the rest stop, she kept teasing me and escalating and dropped the seat back. Her right hand dipped into her panty, obviously stroked her demanding clit and plunged awkwardly into her wet depths. Her left hand crept under my shorts, into my undies and fished my swelling cock into the open.
Now in early daylight, she caressed it with her insanely hot fingers and palm while forcing her shorts down well below her swollen labia. Before either of us could get off, we reached the rest stop. She dared me to walk to and enter the store with my stiff cock exposed and springing, "You know, for Nude Day. If you expect me to get naked, I want to see you naked too!" Being a bit shy myself, she pushed the point. I warily agreed if she did the same, entered just as she was, topless and shorts down enough to expose her pussy. In fact, I DEFIED her to do it! She laughed and grabbed her shirt.
I parked as far from the store as the lot allowed and in our eternal, clangoring, stubbornness, we exited the car as we were, both exposing tender skin to the sun. At the last second, she pulled my shirt off too and tossed it into the car. We walked, well she stumbled, across the small, empty lot and looked for cameras. Just after we entered, she pulled up her shorts, but left them wide open so her pubes and the top inch of her puffy labia were revealed. She also awkwardly pulled her shirt on, but instead of buttoning it, she loosely tied it under her tits so it still billowed and exposed her tempting tits as she moved. Where was that 'shy' woman? The store was tiny, nearly empty, and the only source of food and water in maybe 200 miles.
I asked her to put my dick away since she'd covered up, sorta. She said she would IF I left it out until we reached the counter. Pushy! About then I saw the older, owner couple in their bulky, earthy-tones clothes and it was too late to cover up. As my daring, challenging wife asked the owner about chilled water, she slowly and deliberately opened my shorts so she could slip her hand inside, reach around my exposed cock and, as the open-mouth female owner watched, mendaciously struggled with my swollen cock to pull it and my balls up top, into view.
Though she tried to appear dismayed, the matron didn't turn away or even take her eyes off my cock as she gave Sue directions. As Sue listened 'attentively', she slowly stroked my stiff cock, even pulling my foreskin back and squeezing my shaft until my bishop swelled purple and the matron turned scarlet. When we turned away, and I could breathe again, Sue 'managed' to loosely tuck my cock back in my shorts, though I think the owner might have preferred if she hadn't. That's when I noticed the other, young, couple frozen and staring wide-eyed at us from the end of the short aisle. Sue was thrilled at getting one over on me and exposing me for a change. But my turn was coming!
As we exited, I panted "THAT was unexpected! What a rush. I can't believe you stroked my dick while they ALL watched. I'll have to return the favor soon - meaning today." While still standing next to the car, she bravely tossed her shirt into the back seat and pulled her shorts and panty well below her groin. After stepping away from the car, with a full face, confident grin, she threw her arms up in a V and hopped in a circle, whopping loudly in the dusty parking lot. So utterly bashful! The owners were staring at her from the entry.
When the male shouted, "Don't ferget yar sunblock! Yar pale, naughty bits'll blister real bad. Hate to see that happen!" When she heard and saw them, she stopped hopping and dived into the car head first, showing them her bare, pale ass and bearded clam as she did.
"Drive! DRIVE!" she shouted even before her door closed. After a minute of hiding her tits in protective silence, she relaxed and asked if they had been there for all of her silly show. Being too focused on her jiggly tits and ass, I really didn't notice when they appeared. "Oh, my" was all she said. After barely five miles she started dreamily toying with her firm, little tits, stretching and twisting her nipples. As they grew, and I struggled to watch the road, she began pinching them and gasping in pleasure. In short order, one hand combed her pubes before splitting her plumped crack open, dipping inside her damp depths and wiping the sweet, slime across her clit. She circled and tugged it only briefly then started gasping loudly and quickly unleashed her first climax of the day.
I gave her a minute to collect herself, then slowly whispered suggestively, "Exposing yourself had quite the effect, didn't it?" Then, with more command, "Slide two fingers of your left hand deep into your soaked pussy. Yes, like that. Slide those fingers up each side wall and collect your heavenly syrup. Feeeel the bumpy texture inside you ... Now switch hands. As you explore your tender bumps, wipe your left hand across my upper lip.
"Imagine we're on our front porch swing doing all this within view of our country road, hoping someone will not just see you stuffing your beautiful cunt, but will stop and stare. Don't let them stop you. Push your shorts and panty off and spread your knees for them. One of them has binoculars, the other a long zoom lens on her camera. They want to see your beautiful vulva, your climax, up close. Maybe we should invite them to come to us?" She grunted, lurched and climaxed again before putting the shorts under her cute ass.
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