By 1:00pm, Angie and Ryan had been on the road for over 5 hours, not including their stop at a roadside diner for lunch. When they had set out, the GPS promised that they'd reach their destination by 2:00pm, but the arrival time kept getting further away as they drove. Now, they weren't set to get to the hotel until 4:00pm. Angie was annoyed at the change of plans. She didn't mind spending time with Ryan; she just wished more of it was in a hotel room where they could have a nice, long session before leaving for dinner plans at 5:00pm. Instead, she'd have to restrain herself for an extra two hours and lose precious time with Ryan's wonderful body and attentive hands.
This trip to D.C. was the first real time that they'd spent together in a couple weeks, thanks to the hour between their apartments and the crazy hours they'd both been working. Finally, the vacation had come around, just when Angie was full to burst with sexual desire and a general craving to hold the gorgeous man beside her in the car.
Angie glanced over at Ryan in the driver's seat. He was lightly bobbing his head to the classic rock on the radio, tapping his fingers on the wheel in time with the song. His blonde hair curled lightly at the ends, shifting a bit every time he moved his head. Wire-framed glasses rested on his nose, and the top half of his face was cast in shadow from the visor he had pulled down against the sun. Angie's eyes got caught on his lips. Ryan always seemed to be smiling, especially when they were in the car together, and she saw the corner of his mouth pulled up despite the focus on the rest of his face. His lips were plump and soft, and kissing them was addictive. She had to restrain herself from running her thumb across his lower lip; she didn't want to distract him.
Ryan caught sight of Angie looking at him, and he glanced her way with a growing smile. "What are you looking at?" he asked, turning down the music.
"You. You're beautiful, you know." Angie replied. He really was. Aside from the shining blue eyes and kissable lips, his body also had the perfect balance of sharp edges and curves, squishy fat and hard muscle. Most of his body was hidden under his loose t-shirt and olive green cargo shorts, but his toned arms and legs were on clear display.
"Aww, thank you." Ryan looked a bit flustered, fighting back a grin. "So are you," he added, reaching his free hand to Angie's upper thigh and giving it a squeeze.
Angie was startled by the sudden touch in such a sensitive location, though she had to admit she'd been hoping for it since they started driving. A small gasp escaped from her mouth, much to her embarrassment. She felt herself instantly grow warm, blood rushing between her legs. Ryan kept his eyes on the road and did his best to maintain a poker face, acknowledging the effect he had on Angie only by moving his hand up and down her thigh. With each repetition of that motion, Ryan's hand shifted the bottom of her dress up towards her hips.
The dress, pink and loose to keep Angie comfortable in the car, was fairly short, so it quickly rode up enough to reveal her panties underneath. They were nothing fancy, but black and high-cut to emphasize her thick thighs and hips. Angie had chosen them to balance the comfort needed for a car ride and the sex appeal needed for her planned afternoon of fucking.
Ryan looked away from the road for a second to see what Angie was wearing underneath her dress. "Oh, they match your dress," he commented. He turned back to the road. "You must be disappointed that it's taking longer to get to the hotel room; it seems like you had something in mind."
"I might have," Angie admitted. "There's condoms in my purse and another surprise under my dress. We won't have much time before dinner though. And by the time we get back from dinner and drinks, I'll be exhausted."
"Who says we have to wait until the hotel room to get things started?" Ryan replied, looking her in the eyes as he came to a stoplight.
