Page 44 of Stitch
I slid my hands up under the back of the dress, and down into the silky underwear she wore, cupping both ass cheeks.
“Yep… gonna want you bare and at my mercy for the drive.”
She glanced at the keys in her hand again.
“While I drive? Isn’t that kind of, well, dangerous?”
I used my hands inside her underwear to ease them down her legs, grinning when she willingly stepped out of them.
“You’ll just have to keep your focus, little wifey. I’m sure you can manage that.” I held up the silky pants, which had little hearts all over.
“Hmmm very pretty. Not yours though, right?”
She frowned, snatching for them, but I dodged her easily.
“Lissa bought them, but they were new. I guess they’re mine now.” I lifted them to my face, and breathed in. That right there, that’s the scent of my lady. My fucking wife. I wished I’d made her my old lady too, but it wouldn’t have been fair to make her wear my ink, when I wouldn’t be around long enough to even see it settle in and become a part of her. No matter how much I wanted her name on me when I died.
We headed off without a destination in mind, and despite the seating setup in this thing, which meant we weren’t exactly close together, I was fully intending to interfere with my wife as she drove, but not in a way that’d risk her life. I just had to be touching her, or doing something to her, because when time’s limited, you use every fucking second, and that was something I was finally starting to grasp.
“How about somewhere near the sea? I think Alicia printed off some stuff. I haven’t seen the sea in years.”
Not a bad idea. I quickly agreed, and suggested a location a few hours from us, so she set course for the beach, while I used my phone to source somewhere we could pay to park up for a night or two.
“We should stop for lunch or… well, it’s a bit late for lunch, but… Stitch, what are you doing?”
Yeah, I’d finished with my phone, and set it aside, unfastening my seat belt to edge closer to her.
“Well, I just added some stuff to my bucket list, which you promised to help me with, remember?”
She groaned. “Am I going to regret this?”
I leaned over the gap between our seats, and slid my hand up her thigh, under the hem of that pretty dress.
“Do you normally regret feeling good, wifey? I figured since my bucket list includes ‘fingering my wife while she drives’, we should probably get on with that one. Just wish this thing had one long front seat I could use to slide up nice and close.”
She shuddered as my fingers reached that…shaved pussy.
“When did you shave? You had a landing strip.”
She sighed at the light teasing of my fingers over that newly hairless mound of hers.
“It was a surprise for you.”
Cammy
Iliked that thesurprise had worked, because his face was a picture when he suddenly felt my hairlessness down there, but now he was teasing me with his fingers, and I was starting to struggle with driving at the same time.
At least the motorhome was an automatic, so I wasn’t stalling the vehicle every time he made my leg jerk, although I did tap the brakes a few times, luckily without incident.
“Dammit, Stitch, we’ll have an accident!”
He leaned closer, and whispered in my ear.
“You can focus, wifey, just keep your concentration on the road, while your pussy enjoys my fingers.”
“That’s impossible, you twisted bastard.”
His chuckle was also too close to my ear, sending goosebumps down my neck, and making me quiver. In the end, I parked up in a rest spot partway down a quiet stretch of road, and turned off the engine.
