Chapter 6: The Long Ride Home

It had been a long weekend and we all were tired. This time I wanted my dad that HE would be doing the driving this time. Kristen and I slept almost the entire way back home, most of it with her laying on the back seat with her tanned lithe legs curled up under her and her head resting on my lap.

Once I woke and Kristen was sound asleep. I looked up front and my Aunt Linda her head on a pillow against the window, sound asleep as well. The radio was blaring and my dad was engrossed in some talk show as he cursed every now at some stupid driver. My fingers ran lightly though Kristen’s dark hair. I have to say, I preferred her as a blonde, the brunette look seemed to age her a couple of years although it DID make her look more sophisticated.

I stroked my fingertips down along her side, feeling her through the light cotton t-shirt she was wearing. It was pulled up at the waist as a result of how she was positioned, exposing several inches of her midriff, including her cute little belly button. The denim cutoffs she was wearing were allowing about half her ass to hang out a she had her lugs curled up to keep herself on the seat. It was simple too irresistible!

Mmmmmmm, her ass felt so smooth and soft as I played my fingers along the bare skin exposed by her high-cut shorts. I felt the softness of her tanned legs, reaching down along the full length of them, from her butt to her bare feet. She moaned softly in her sleep, shifting her weight slightly. I wondered if she was dreaming about her lover touching her? Was it a boy or a girl? With her, it was hard to know for sure.

Pulling my hand back up again, I worked it under her t-shirt, reaching under I felt the firmness of her beautiful breasts. God, they were perfect! I cupped one in my hand, squeezing her nipple between two fingers, pulling on it gently. They may have been just a B cup, but there wasn’t one ounce of silicone in them and they felt so warm and firm in my hand. I must have fallen asleep with my hand cupping her boob as I was startled back to the world of the loving by her stirring under me.

“Getting a good feel?” she teased, at the same time not doing anything to dissuade me.

“As if you don’t like it,” I teased back, giving her boob and extra squeeze before pulling my hand out from under her t-shirt.

Looking around, I saw we had gotten off the highway and were weaving our ways through the south side of Pittsburgh, almost home. Soon we turned into our driveway and then it was over. Indeed, it had been a memorable memorial weekend!