Josh drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of the moving van as he waited for Kat to finish her final walkthrough. This was the third time, but she insisted that she was forgetting something the first two times. Now, Josh decided to sit in the truck and wait.
Kat ran down from the steps of her old home away from home and joined him in the cab of the truck. She wore a pair of miniscule jean shorts and white tank top, and Josh could already see himself veering off the road as he stole a glance at her freckled breasts.
"We're all set!"
"Nothing missing?"
"We're all good," said Kat. "Let's get this show on the road!"
Josh turned the key in the ignition and took a look out of his side mirror. Sara sat behind the wheel of Kat's BMW. Kat had offered to drive and let Sara take shotgun in the truck, but Sara had wisely chosen the Beemer. The truck's A/C wasn't great, and it was going to be a long ride in uncomfortable seats.
They pulled out of the driveway and onto the street, and Kat took one last look at the house as they drove away.
"Goodbye house," she called back to it with a note of sadness.
Josh could relate. He had a lot of good memories in that house, most of them with Kat, naked in her room. They'd made sure to say goodbye properly last night, fucking for several hours on the camping mat that sat where her bed used to be. His back was a little sore from all the exercise, but he imagined it was worse for Kat. He'd fucked her ass from behind for a while, and that had to be rough on her spine. The pictures she'd had him take were pretty good though. His cock looked enormous plunging into her ass, and she looked like a sex goddess as she rode him... which wasn't far from the truth, honestly.
They took turns driving as they crossed over the line into Nebraska. Sara had ditched them an hour ago, preferring to floor it in Kat's Beemer and get ahead of the bulky truck. She would probably reach the hotel before them, even if she stopped and gave herself a break from driving solo.
As predicted, it was hot in the truck. Josh had been sweating his face off from the moment they'd gotten on I-76, and by the time they reached I-80, he could feel himself melting. Luckily, Kat had packed a cooler with ice water and some salty snacks, so he didn't worry about totally dehydrating, but he felt pretty gross by mid-afternoon. Kat wasn't faring much better. Her skimpy shorts were pasted onto her thighs and her tank top was nearly translucent.
They'd been on the road for nearly ten hours, only stopping for fast food and bathrooms, but the hotel for the night was only about an hour away by then. Josh was relieved to see that they were finally in Iowa, something he never expected to be happy about.
"Almost there," Kat said with an upbeat sigh. "Sara says she's already checked in."
"Good," said Josh. "I was worried we'd have to interact with actual human beings while we looked like this."
"Yes, now we can head straight for the shower," she said.
Josh felt the blood rush down to his dick, but he tried not to pay it any attention. He needed to focus on driving; he could think about Kat's dripping wet naked body once they were there.
Of course, only if Kat let him. With a wicked grin, she put her feet up on the dash. "I don't know if I can wait that long to get out of these sweaty clothes, Josh."
He coughed, trying not to look at her long, shapely legs.
"Do you think anyone would mind if I took my bra off? I mean, it's not like the other cars are going to notice, right?"
"I...I guess that's fine."
At once, Kat stripped off her tank top and unhooked her bra. Her freckled tits came free, and it became increasingly hard for Josh to keep his eyes on the road.
"Oh man, that's way better," she said. "I think I might just leave the shirt off too. It's too sweaty to put it back on."
"That makes sense," said Josh through gritted teeth. They'd be at the hotel soon, and he could bury his face in her cleavage then.
"It feels so good to be free of that tank top," said Kat. "It's not too distracting, me going topless like this?"
She rubbed her breasts suggestively, but Josh kept his eyes on the road...mostly. How do you avoid watching a smoking hot redhead feel herself up next to you?
"Good, then I guess you won't mind if I get rid of the bottoms while I'm at it."
Josh nearly choked. "Kat, you're killing me here. I've got to stay focused."
She grinned even broader this time. "Am I that irresistible?"
"They'll put it on your tombstone," he said, "and they'll do it pretty soon if you don't let me drive."
Kat chuckled and kept quiet for a while, but as they reached their exit, she shucked off the rest of her clothes. Her soft, curvy hips were covered in sweat and the thin trail of red hair leading down to her pussy was matted to her skin.
"Aahhh, that's so much better," she sighed as she ran a long finger down to her slit.
Josh got to the first light off the exit and turned to really get a good look at her. She had her feet up on the dash, with her knees cocked at an angle so he could see her pussy. She looked like some sex-crazed mirage, the kind of thing you dream up as you succumb to heatstroke out in the desert.
"Like what you see," she asked with that beautiful, seductive smile.
Josh nodded.
"Well, then you better keep driving."
He snapped out of his reverie. People were honking at him; the light was green. Embarrassed, he stepped on the gas and turned back to the road.
"Forget the shower," he said. "I'm going to fuck the daylights out of you as soon as we get in that hotel room."
"Mmm, sounds good," Kat said. Her fingers were busy between her legs, but he couldn't stop and look. "Is it just my body that's got you so hot and bothered, or is it the fact that I'm completely naked and anyone around us might be able to look over and see me playing with myself?"
Another red light. Josh looked over, but the car next to them was a cozy little Toyota. "I think you're pretty safe up here in the truck. Most of the other cars are so short, they can't see anything but your hair."
That wicked gleam came back in her eyes, and Josh realized what he'd just done. He might not be an exhibitionist, but clearly Kat was. How hadn't he figured that out before?
