The drive to the Atlantic coast was going easily since I had snuck out of work early. At the rate I was driving, it would take less than an hour and I would meet my wife at our boat and be sailing by two o'clock. With the long daylight of summer, we could get at least five hours in on the boat.
I set the cruise control and leaned back in my seat, letting myself unwind from a hectic morning. The high-pressure job I had recently taken was a challenge to keep up with and still have a life. But I promised myself, and my wife, that I would make playing a priority.
A bronze Jeep started coming up behind me, blending in with the landscape in the late August sun. The driver's dark hair blew back from the open car. His big frame made him look like one of those brawny guys in a beer commercial.
Pulling over to the right lane to let him pass, I looked back and noticed something else moving in the car and his hand reaching toward it. With nothing else of interest to look at, I kept an eye on him through my rear-view mirror as he started to pass. A blond head came up and was then pushed back down as they passed on the left.
The door was not high enough to hide her slim frame or the evidence of what she was doing. The guy grinned as he pulled in front of me. Through the open back of the Jeep, I could see her body leaning over the empty space between the two seats, the shoulders moving in a slight rhythm.
"Lucky son of a bitch," I said out loud. He slowed down and I tapped my brakes to release the cruise control. No way was I going to pass up this show.
My cock stiffened as I watched her and I wondered how he could keep driving with someone sucking his cock. Rubbing myself unconsciously, I realized that my cock was getting uncomfortable and unzipped my jeans to give it some breathing space.
Although I couldn't see the woman's face, I could judge her movements by the back of her head going up and down, sometimes fast, but more often slowly. I grabbed my cock with my hand and mimicked her movements as I got caught up in the voyeurism.
"Yes... suck it," I whispered to her, imagining her lips wrapped around my cock.
His right hand moved beneath her and reached inside her blouse.
"Mmm," I moaned as I imagined their hardness.
She squirmed as he obviously grabbed a nipple, and tried to pull away. That's when I saw her face looking back at me. She smiled and then sat back up in her seat. I was disappointed that the show was over. So was my cock as I looked down on its purple head looking for more.
"Well Big Guy," I sighed. "I think the party's over." Little did I know it was just beginning.
They were talking and the driver was watching me in his mirror. Were they waiting for me to pass so they could continue? I was starting to feel awkward and backed off a bit behind them. That's when I realized she was taking off her clothes.
"Holy shit!" I whispered to no one. My foot automatically pressed down on the gas.
As she leaned over to resume her position, I realized she still had on her bra and panties. Looking back at me, she smiled and said something to the guy before her head disappeared.
My cock immediately revived and I squeezed it hard, acknowledging its growing need. My hand resumed the rhythm of her head and I was lost in their game once again. His hand reached around and into her panties and I swear I could feel the puddle on my finger tips. She was squirming in her seat as her head bobbed faster and faster over his lap.
God, I wanted release. I was about to make a mess all over myself and I stopped it just as I reached the edge. I wanted to feel those lips around my cock, but I knew this was as far as I would be allowed into their fantasy. I was glad there were only a couple of exits to go before the harbor.
The right turn signal on the jeep started flashing as we neared a rest stop ahead. I guessed the driving was beginning to get a little difficult. As the jeep slowed to take the exit, I moved over to the left passing lane, pulling my shirt down over my pants. When I passed on their left, she looked up without disengaging from his cock and winked at me. I sighed and winked back as the jeep turned off the road.
I looked back a couple of times as I continued down the highway until I could barely see their truck parked at the far side of the rest area. By the time I reached the harbor exit and pulled up near the dock, my cock had relaxed to the point where I could tuck it back into my pants.
"Hi Honey!" my wife waved from the boat as I neared. I waved and grabbed my gear from the car. As I headed towards the boat, I realized how glad I was that we were sailing alone today. It had been a long time since we had made love on the boat and I was ready to make some waves.
"Hi Babe," I said pulling her into my arms after dropping my bag on the bench. I kissed her deep and noticed her surprised reaction.
"What's gotten into you?" She smiled, giving me a raised eyebrow as I pulled her ass against me.
"Just watched some gal give a guy a blow job in the car ahead of me. It got me thinkin... "
"I think it got you doing more than that," she joked. She put her hand on my crotch and felt the stiffness.
"Let's go down below," I nodded to the cabin stairs. "And I'll tell you all about it."
"Wouldn't you like to tell me out at sea?" she suggested as she climbed down the stairs. She got my drift of what I wanted and didn't like to make noise around the dock.
"I don't think I can wait that long," I said as I climbed down behind her. "I might run this rudder right into the dock" She laughed and pulled me toward her by my belt buckle.
"Well, I tell you what," she said undoing the buckle. "You tell me about it now while I take care of this, and then later when we're out at sea, I'll tell you a story."
I chuckled as she lowered my jeans. "You're such a great negotiator. I love the way you... oh... yeah..."