My wife and I were traveling across country. To pass the time, we talked and "explored" each others' thoughts and opinions. When the topic of sexual fantasies came up, we were both a little reluctant to completely confess our deepest and darkest desires.
I turned about 3 shades of red when she asked me what my kinkiest fantasy was. This was met with lots of laughter from her.
"Well it must be VERY good if you are too embarrassed to tell me." she teased.
I kept it close to my chest because I just felt she would be put off with my deepest and darkest desires.
We stopped for gas, and an early lunch - my suggestion.
"Oh THIS is not over Dear... " my wife warned me.
I pumped some gas and took care of the car while she went in and emptied her tank. We got some drive through food and got back on the open road. We ate and pointed out different cars, far off license plates, unusual bill boards and road signs.
When I finished my last fry, it was like a starting gun went off.
"So are you Bi?" she inquired.
I scowled at her, "No."
"Want to dress up in my clothes?" she hammered away at me.
"No... but I would like to get between YOU and your clothes..." I said suggestively.
She laughed. "Tell me and I will take them ALL off right here... RIGHT NOW."
"REALLY?" I asked - completely surprised.
"Tell me before I count down to one... TEN..." she said seductively.
"Nine..." she teased a little more.
I blurted out, "I want to watch YOU with another woman!!"
"WHAT?" she cried out.
"Just WATCH... Nothing more." I said in an apologetic tone.
"That's it?" she said.
"Well... for now." I teased.
"Tell me MORE Honey." she coaxed me.
"Tell me why your clothes are still ON... Dear." I shot back.
With a bit of a scowl, she kicked off her flip flops, pulled her shirt off, popped off the bra and slid out of her shorts.
"Happy?" she snapped.
"Panties too!!" I demanded.
HUMMPPFF... she mumbled as the thong panties made their way onto the pile on the floor.
"Seat belt Dear..." I said.
She was not pissed but she was not as cheerful as she was 15 minutes ago. We cruised through Monument Valley on our way to Las Vegas.
"I like this new arrangement." I said in a smart ass tone.
"How long do I have to sit here naked?" she abruptly asked.
"This was YOUR idea... " I reminded her.
"Well all bets are off if you keep speeding..." she yelled at me.
I slowed down to the posted speed limit. A few cars passed us and she would duck down but NEVER tried to cover up. She was a good sport about things, and that was ONE character trait I did admire about her. The sun was going down, so the risk of exposure was diminishing.
She rode naked for almost 2 hours before we had car trouble.
A puff of steam rolled out from under the hood and the temperature light came on. She scrambled to put her shirt and shorts on before the car came to a stop on the shoulder.
We both had the same cell phone carrier and the coverage in this area was horrible. She got out of the car to try for a better signal in the ditch of the road and I scooped up her bra and panties and stuffed them in the glove box.
"One of life's little bonuses" I told myself.
While she was in the ditch yelling into her phone I popped the hood to see if there was anything within my skill level that I could repair.
NOPE.
As I was surveying the engine and looking for something obvious, a greasy tow truck pulled up in front of the car. A portly older man got out and greeted us. I noticed he made no effort to hide the fact that he was eye-fucking my wife right in front of me. The fact that she was not wearing a bra (or panties) helped me realize that he was doing the same thing I would be if the roles were reversed. I took on the attitude that maybe we could get better service from a horny mechanic with her around so I didn't make a scene. Its not like we were willing to wait for the next tow truck...
Our "Savior" was Chet. He was just coming from a call where he delivered a car to an auto dealer. He was on his way back to the garage when he happened upon us.
"I'm pretty sure he saw Andrea in the ditch on her phone with hardly anything on and decided to stop BEFORE he saw me under the hood." I told myself.
But it didn't matter... we were no longer stranded.
As Chet hooked up the rigging we watched from the ditch. Once the car was locked into place, he motioned for us to get in the truck and away we went.
Andrea sat in the middle and I rode "shotgun". We made small talk with Chet but the radio kept squawking.
"The shop is open 'til 6 tonight. I will pull in and drop your car along a chain link fence with the rest of the customers' cars. Chances are we will get to it first thing in the morning. We lock the yard and we have security cameras through the week. We pay for a security guard but only on the weekends. You'll wanna talk to Alex in the office. Once I have the car on the ground, I will bring the keys in so you can get your things, lock it up and then call a cab for the nearest hotel." Chet told us.
"I really appreciate you stopping on your way back... I know you could get into a little trouble because of that." I said.
"Ah... I'm not too worried about it. I'm related to the owner." I replied.
"Job Security!!" I jokingly stated.
Chet chuckled but that was about all I got out of the crowd. Andrea was still pissed at me and completely uncomfortable riding so close to a complete stranger with nothing more than a thin sheet of cotton between her warm moist pussy and his imagination.
A few minutes later, Chet brought the old truck to a rest in front of a greasy shop with a sun faded door that had "OFFICE" stenciled on it years ago. I helped Andrea out of the truck and slipped Chet a $20.
"THANK YOU SIR!!" he said as he gave me a nod before easing the truck to the far side of the lot.
"I'm sure naked pictures of my wife would have gotten you to FIX the damn car on the side of the road... but this will do." I told myself.
Andrea glared at me. "REAL FUCKING FUNNY... You ASS hole!!"
I played dumb. "What?" I replied.
"You KNOW what you sonofabitch!!" she growled.
I opened the door and held it open for Andrea. Inside the "Office" was a couple of stained couches and some folding chairs. On the chairs there were small piles of old car magazines. Framed photos of race cars filled the walls. Chet was a champion of sorts and judging by the number of trophies that filled the shelves, he was very good. There was no carpeting. The concrete floor had been painted and the wall mounted AC units were blowing full blast. There was an older TV set that had the news on. It felt 30 degrees cooler inside and Andrea instantly felt the change. She crossed her arms in front of her hardened nipples and scowled at me.
"Don't frown Baby... " I teased.
She mouthed "FUCK YOU" to me.
Alex was nowhere to be found. We waited patiently for someone to appear. We could hear the radio squawking.
The toilet flushed behind a closed door and we heard the water from the sink running.
"Ah... That makes sense." I told myself.
Andrea took a stance behind me with her back to the counter.
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 6:05.
The door opened and a tall red headed woman with a grease smudge on her cheek appeared. Her hair was pulled back in a bun and she had on a pair of light blue coveralls. A white and dark blue tag on her chest read "Alex".
"Sorry Folks... we closed at six... if the door was unlocked its because I am waiting for my tow truck driver to get back." she said.
"Would that be Chet?" I asked.
She gave us both a different look.
"You must be the couple he found on the side of the road." she said.
"Yes" Andrea spoke up.
"He is dropping the car right now. Our phones do not work, could you call us a cab?" I asked.
"No... You all have been through enough today. I drive by half a dozen hotels on my way home... I can give you all a lift." Alex told us.
I couldn't help but notice how she gave Andrea a second look while talking to her and while listening to me.
A few seconds later, Chet slipped through the door and dropped the keys in my hands.
Alex had slipped in the back to grab some work orders.
"Did Alex take care of you all?" he asked.
Andrea spoke up, "Yes... even offered us a ride as soon as we are done with the work order business."
Chet smiled, "Good... I guess we'll see you all tomorrow some time. G'Night!!"
Alex returned and gave Chet a scornful look. I hoped there wouldn't be a scene.
As I filled out the paperwork, Andrea looked around the office at the photos.
"Why don't you all grab what you need out of the car for the night and I will lock up. I will just take the keys with me and then we will get it in first thing in the morning." Alex suggested.
We walked out to the car and grabbed a few things and stuffed them into one bag.
"You may want to check out the glove box when we get to the car..." I teased Andrea.
"ASSHOLE" she replied.
Alex met us at the car and then drove us to the hotel. "This place has a shuttle that WILL take you to the shop in the morning. I know their number, so make sure you let them know you are expecting a call from me. If it is more than $150 I will call before we do any work. Fair enough?"
"Yes... THANK YOU very much." Andrea replied.
We checked in and had to get a more expensive room than we had planned on. With no car, our choices were limited.
Andrea was still pissed over my little stunt. She settled in, brushed her teeth and went to bed wearing an old T-shirt. When I started to rub her shoulder, she shut me down with just a few words, "Unless you want to walk to the ER to have them sew your fingers back on, I suggest you just go to sleep."
