I woke the next morning, alone. I was confused. It was dark, but realized that was from the pulled curtains. I could see the sun peaking around them, and then our bags on the floor. I got up and went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and began to get dressed when Dan came in the room. He had gone to get us breakfast. It was so nice being together like this again, and I began to remember those long-gone feelings that used to make my stomach flip when I'd see him.
After we ate, he put our bags back in the car as I finished getting ready. The sex last night was amazing, we never had trouble in that department. All night I had dreamed of our different encounters. That was part of the reason I woke this morning in a very fresh wet spot.
We still had several hours ahead of us, but thankfully we enjoy being together. We had been driving most of the day. A couple of times we stopped off, when we'd see something interesting. We'd walk around and tease each other. We could both feel the tension growing between us, and was not sure how much longer we could last without ripping each other's clothes off.
We were maybe about 2 hrs out from where we were going when we hit the pot hole that busted our tire. I sat in the car while Dan checked out the damage. He of course had a spare, but it broke a bolt, so he could not fix it himself. We both tried our cell phones, surprisingly, there are no towers in the stocks of corn and fields of wheat.