Due to financial concerns, the chief agreed that the department would pay for the training but not the transportation to and from it. The desire to go to the training was enough motivation to offer to drive my personal vehicle for the entire trip and not turn in for any vehicle expenses. When I was asked if I could take a passenger I was apprehensive. Given the other employees in the department there was only a couple that I could stand being alone with for more than a few minutes. When I found out it was Cindy my mind began thinking things I shouldn't be thinking or at least thinking about that much. The daydreams were getting more and more graphic. They were even starting to develop into dreams while sleeping. We had discussed the fact that we both enjoyed the idea of "us" but didn't want to ruin the very open friendship we had developed.
As far as road trips go, the planning for this one seemed to be as normal as any other. This fact alone was surprising given all the teasing, joking and sexual tension that existed before the training was scheduled. All that continued with no mention of the fact that there was 3 nights that we would be alone in a motel in a different city.
As I pulled into the parking lot I saw Cindy anxiously awaiting my arrival. I assumed the fact that I was 10 minutes late was the primary reason. After tossing the bags into the back seat of the van she eased into the passenger seat. It was then that I noticed that Cindy was wearing sweat pants and a small t-shirt. How I didn't notice it before is beyond me. I always seemed to notice what she was wearing before. Maybe I was trying not to notice how cute she was at 3am, hair slightly mussed up, droopy eyes and all. After pulling her pant legs passed her knees, she pulled her legs up under her gave me a wonderful view of those fabulous, toned legs. I wanted to reach out and rub them before we even hit the road. Forcing my mind back to driving, I explained the directions and passed them off to my co-pilot for the trip.
Once we hit the interstate, the cruise control was locked in place. After exhausting all the complaints about work, the conversation changed over to personal complaints. Since that was one of our favorite topics to start with it was exhausted shortly too. At least I thought it was exhausted.
Cindy then made a comment about being uncomfortable and climbed to the middle seat to reach her bag for a change of clothes. As usual I made a comment about her flashing me while she changed. Butt high in the air as she stretched over the seat, she reached back and quickly yanked the back of her pants down and back up, giving me a quick view of what appeared to be a wonderfully firm ass.
Giggling the whole time she turned around and bounced down on the seat, asking, "Was that good enough?"
Of course it wasn't, but I wasn't about to tell her that. Quietly and hopefully secretly I adjusted the growing bulge in my pants and replied, "That was wonderful. I hope I get to see more as the weekend goes on."
With a sly grin that I hadn't seen before, all she said was "We'll see."
Under a blanket she was able to change into those gray shorts she wore the night she stayed at the station all night. Seeing them reminded me of the very small lace g-string she was wearing that night. On a chance I asked if she was wearing them again. She said no. Disheartened by this, I assumed it was over. Glancing in the rearview mirror again, I was greeted by the sight of her shorts around her knees and an even smaller g-string. I was speechless. Even with all our teasing before I didn't expect this. Noticing my bewilderment, Cindy asked if I liked them. Throwing caution to the wind I answered that I loved them and wished I could see what was under them too. Not surprisingly she pulled her shorts back up without a word. She climbed back into the passenger seat quietly. I surprised myself when I reached out and laid my hand on her thigh. "Hey, I was only kidding, like I always do. You know I'm a horndog. Sorry if I went too far." She looked at me with those big brown eyes and said there was no reason to be sorry; she knows I'm always horny. She also made no attempt to remove my hand.
As the miles passed we sat quietly enjoying the sunrise and the scenery. I was still enjoying the scenery inside the van as well. My hand hadn't moved from her leg for miles and she hadn't removed it either. Probably unconsciously from being so horny I started to gently squeeze and massage Cindy's leg as I drove. I thought I heard a slight moan and felt her move her leg press harder into my hand, but figured I was just imagining things. When she placed her hand on mine and let me continue I knew I wasn't imagining things.
Deciding it was time to take a break and stretch the legs, I pulled into the next rest area. We both hopped out making no mention of what had been happening. Trying to appear to be a gentleman, I was waiting when she exited the restroom. Surprisingly she came to me and wrapped her arms around me looked into my eyes and asked if I was ready to head back out. If the building had been less occupied I might have disagreed, but reluctantly I agreed and headed out. Walking to the van provided yet another surprise as Cindy took my hand and pulled herself close like we were two young lovers just fallen for each other. Back in the van, Cindy took my hand and placed it back on her thigh.