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Coming Up I-75
by MoonOwl - July, 1994

***

A couple decides to include their friend in their 
role-playing lifestyle during a road trip up I-75. 
(MMF, mast, exh)

***

I had spent nearly a week at Aaron and Sarah's home in 
Atlanta, first focused on a conference, then a bit 
longer just to visit. I had enjoyed their cooking and 
their companionship. We had spent long hours talking, 
laughing, cruising the Internet, and partying.

Some of our discussion focused on their anniversary 
plans - an impending road trip to Chicago to visit 
Andre, and to play. Their intention was to celebrate a 
revitalized marriage of 20+ years. Aaron and Sarah had 
obviously rediscovered each other and had found new 
ways to play.

After much discussion, banter, and innuendo, Aaron and 
Sarah decided that he would take the dominant role for 
the weekend and she the submissive one. Role playing 
was a fairly recent element in their relationship, one 
they thoroughly enjoyed.

Aaron's instructions were for Sarah to take only short 
skirts and tops on the trip - and no underwear. She 
packed frantically Wednesday morning and we left in 
tandem. I was heading home on I-75, and they would 
continue on to Chicago.

I followed them in my van while they made several 
stops before cutting cross country up to I-75. At the 
Post Office, Aaron suggested that Sarah ride with me 
until we went different ways in Chattanooga.

Sarah, wearing a short red skirt and a tee-shirt, 
spread a towel on the passenger seat of my van and 
climbed in. She grinned at me, saying, "Aaron told me 
to keep you entertained so you wouldn't fall asleep on 
the Interstate."

Oh wow, I thought, this should be really interesting. 
I wonder what his fertile imagination has devised. 

At this point I should tell you that we're all in our 
early 50's, but as let me make plain that Sarah, even 
at 52 was a knockout. She's and Aaron have always 
really been into their bodies, with regular workouts 
and that sort of thing. So this development made my 
little man stiff as steal as I turned the van onto the 
ramp to I-75 North.

***

We pulled out onto the state highway and after the 
traffic thinned a bit Sarah said, "My instructions are 
to have as many orgasms as possible between here and 
Chattanooga and to keep count. Do you have a vibrator 
handy?"

I was dumbfounded at first, but and delighted. What a 
treat. She had my total attention and I didn't feel a 
bit sleepy. "Uh, yes, I have one in that blue bag on 
the second seat."

"Well, actually, I probably won't need it." With that 
remark, she scooted down a bit in the seat, kicked off 
her sandals, and pulled her skirt up above her crotch. 
A glance showed me that she was shaved. She began to 
stroke herself. Regrettably, I had to look up at the 
road occasionally. Still, I didn't miss any sounds. 
Small grunts and gasps escaped her lips, her head 
thrown back against the headrest. The pace of her hand 
across her pussy lips and clit accelerated. The volume 
increased. I could smell hot woman smell, much like my 
own scent yet not the same.

With a wail, Sarah came. She decelerated a bit, peered 
at the clock and commented, "That took about a 
minute."

I glanced around, expecting to see cops, fire trucks, 
semi-trucks, or a motorcycle escort. No one so far. I 
looked ahead toward Aaron, cruising some yards ahead 
of us and held up one finger. He signaled OK.

Sarah picked up the pace again, pausing in her efforts 
at intersections (whenever she was aware of them). In 
the next 20 minutes she cranked out about 20 more 
orgasms, thoroughly wetting the towel and ultimately 
the car seat. Finally we lost count.

We turned onto the Interstate. I drove through 
intermittent rainstorms and intermittent orgasm 
storms, watching the road but totally riveted by 
Sarah's passion. If I hadn't been so very fond of 
Sarah I would have been insanely jealous of her 
ability to come and come and come with such abandon. 
On the other hand, I was so pleased to witness this 
miracle.

We cruised on at 70 mph, Sarah managing to open an eye 
periodically to check for truckers. After a while she 
chose to alter her technique, inserting an increasing 
number of fingers from her left hand into her pussy 
while her right hand continued its ministrations to 
her clit, her feet planted on the dash.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, "this is almost more than I can 
stand. I never thought of using both hands this way 
before," and she launched into another orgasm, 
yelling, "Oh god, oh god, oh my god."

I wonder if this ability is catching, I thought. Sarah 
could make me a believer.

Part way through her second cum, I noticed a yellow 
and green semi cab hanging very close outside Sarah's 
window. Altering my speed had little effect on his 
location. I pointed this new situation out to Sarah 
who yelped and scrambled to sit in a more orthodox 
position, pulling her skirt down as far as it would 
go, her hands resting demurely in plain sight in her 
lap. 

Much to my surprise, Sarah continued to gasp and spasm 
with no physical stimulation needed at all, her face 
turned away from the side window. I tried to brush off 
the trucker while Sarah just kept on coming.

Over the next 10 or 15 minutes she gradually wound 
down and Aaron positioned his car to block the 
trucker, whom we eventually lost at the weigh station 
just before the Tennessee border. Soon we both pulled 
into the rest stop where we had agreed to meet. I 
stopped the van, walked over to Aaron's car where he 
sat grinning from ear to ear. I couldn't stop smiling 
either. "You pervert you." I said. "Did she keep your 
attention?" he asked.

"I was riveted," I replied. We laughed, and Sarah 
wobbled over to their car to continue their trip to 
Chicago. 

I drove on home smiling all the way. When I arrived, I 
sent Spectrum out to our van. "Smell the passenger 
seat," I instructed, "and tell me what you think. And 
see if you can find the footprint on the windshield."

END

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